"you are dazzling and terrifying." from Finrod
misc starters | accepting
Fëanåro did not wear the Silmarilli upon his brow, although he had worn them the night before. He did not for now his heart was guarded; the light in which he had basked had filled it, and he had locked its doors, drawing heavy curtains over the thoughts nested in his mind, lest anyone tried to take away either. The peerless gemstones were in the vaults of his house, and he was a vault likewise.
He gazed upon his nephew with brilliant eyes. Perhaps he should have taken offense â but he did not, for he felt dazzled himself by the radiance of the work of his hands. They lifted him up breathless, like a climb to a mountain top, where air was crisp and the travellerâs head light, like a step longer than the leg, and made him whole.
If that undimmed radiance was terror to another,Fëanåro could not know. He could not care.
« I shall not be the one to soothe your fear, FindarĂĄto, nor the one to shield your eyes. If that is what I am to you â if you are blinded and enthralled, and if your spirit is too craven, is it a fault of mine? Perhaps your days spent staring at the dark sea from the dusky shores have made your pupils weak. »
He paused, and looked away towards the stained glass of the palaceâs windows, an elation of colours shining under Tyelperionâs silver light. He did not know how striking fear in the heart of another should make him feel, but his stomach tightened and his spirit did too, though his chin lifted up high. He looked at his nephew askance.
« At least you have courage enough to come to me and speak your mind still, son of my brother. You have not made of fearful whispers your weapon yet. »
( @findaratoldyouso / @ameliarating maybe?? was this you?)