Seven Sons
By Ithiliel Silverquill

Author's Note: There will be seven drabbles in this cycle: one for each of the sons of Fëanor. These drabbles were not written for any challenge or meme, but just because I felt like I should write them. Enjoy!

Bereft
(Maedhros)

There is no tomb for you, Father. By the fire of your spirit your body fell to ashes. Here I sit, watching the ashes, cold in a world that is bereft of your flame.

Yet as I mourn, I sense in myself the same fire. Even as your father is dead, my father is dead. Even as your treasure is lost, all I treasured is lost.

I swear to you, O my father, that I will never lose this fire in my heart. It is my living memory of you, and in your name it will carry me to greatness.