The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien+1
To the White Flame of the Lost {Maedhros FanFiction}
by Shigyn
He cast himself into the long, burning fires of the chasm in order to perish. It was his intention to rid the world of the Silmaril he carried in his hand, burning his body, soul, will, and the bane of his existence. Thus, the Oath would have been fulfilled and he could have withdrawn into the deep shadows of the Halls of Mandos.But Fate had long before decided what his end was to be, and certainly not this one, for it was given to him to see the world once more. The Valar would have had no mercy on him to grant him another chance at life to set things right, he knew that. Instead, he had been drawn out of the depths of the flames by the thought of a stranger who seemed to belong neither among Elves, nor Men, nor Dwarves, an existence at first sight intriguing, but then dull, becoming one with her surroundings.The Silmaril was once again lost, once again far from the hands that bore the blood of Fëanor. And yet, at the same time, it was so close.As for him, he became the sole reason for her curiosity. Something she had never encountered before, someone who carried a curse perhaps greater and stronger than her own, which should have been impossible, for she was written outside of Time.