Melkor’s hysterical laugh cut through the screams. “And you do? You, Feanaro, son of Þerindë - you have come to die for Indis’s son?”Feanaro pushed himself to his feet. “No,” he said. “I’ve come to kill for him.”
“We can be murderers together,” he said, eyes locked on the tapestry at the end of the corridor.
Melkor’s hysterical laugh cut through the screams. “And you do? You, Feanaro, son of Þerindë - you have come to die for Indis’s son?”
HGN I LOVE THIS FIC SO MUCH Raise Them Well (Or Out of Spite) - Chapter 1 - Drag...Feanaro pushed himself to his feet. “No,” he said. “I’ve come to kill for him.”
“We can be murderers together,” he said, eyes locked on the tapestry at the end of the corridor.what a raw linealthough like out of context isn't that just all of the noldor summed up