Beyond the Sea

I almost laugh at my heart's stirring. Do the Valar have a sense of humour after all? Father would scowl to know I think of them so, but there it is: I yearn to sail West.

There is no hope of redemption. I hear the hisses, see the venomous eyes I would face if ever I returned to the Undying Lands. Even if Ulmo himself should call me, how would I ever find peace there? Nay. I chose the spirit of fire long ago; it is too late to cleave to water.

Why, then, can I not leave this beach?

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Note: "Spirit of fire" is the meaning of the name "Fëanor".