Sailing from Peace

[Feanor]

The sleek ship took the waves on easily cresting them. The six sails being urged on by the gusts of wind. On board waited the proud Noldor warriors. They were the few that had agreed to leave the shores of Aman with Feanor. For that he was grateful. He had not expected so many to travel back with him. However he knew that there where mixed thoughts about the Noldor he sailed with. Some had come with out of respect for the Noldor, others had come because they felt a type of loyalty to him. These where the Noldor that had not marched with him Ages ago. They had not fought alongside him when he died. For that some felt minor guilt, enough to come with him. Whatever there motives though, Feanor was simply happy to have them along.

Up on deck stood the Noldor himself. His raven black hair whipping in the wind, his fiery eyes looking ahead to the Harbor. The ship crested one more wave before pulling into the harbor, the excellent seamanship of the crew made the entire process happen quicker then most would think. Dropping anchor in the harbor, Feanor walked down below deck alerting his company of there arrival. Some had been talking, others sleeping, Feanor however had not slept for many days. He had been thinking of his Sons as he had sailed away. The anger in there eyes as yet again there Father sailed to Arda. He thought of his once love, and how he had banished her for her arrogance.

The great ship of Aman sat in the harbor for sometime before any activity, then suddenly the ramp dropped and out walked Feanor. Armored in his crafted armor. The breastplate covered with tiny designs that interwove into larger images. It was nearly impossible to follow one design to the next as you were pulled to something else of the crafted armor. A work of beauty. Feanor then stood on the ramp looking out into Arda. He had returned. Walking down from the ramp and was followed in tow by two Noldor warriors. The three were works of art. All the peak of Elven beauty, there forms created for beauty and for war. The perfect creations.

Feanor looked around. His eyes leaping with his inner flame as he drank in the harbor. It was beautiful, a place fit for the Noldor. He continued to gaze around. That had been his purpose after all, he was was determined to bring the Noldor to Arda. To give them a place to Rule. He knew they deserved that. However, many did not support this idea. Many thought they should stay in Aman, where many thought they belonged. Feanor however knew they had earned more, and wanted that dream to come true. He had heard of a man who shared a similar dream. Saeren. Feanor however was somewhat reluctant to visit this man. He was the spawn of Sauron. Could he be trusted?

[Rána]

Far away in Rhun Rána felt something stirring in the west of the continent. Something that had not touched these shores in over two Ages. Apprearing in a swirl of flame, some distance away, she glimpsed a tall proud Noldar, realzing at once who it was. She walked towards where the ship had docked, approaching cautiously. Dressed like a Lady of the Noldar she went up to Feanor, ignoring the guards with him. "What is it that brings you back to these shores Curufinwë?" Her voice was soft and melodic, as she spoke, "Much has changed since you last were in this world."

[Feanor]

Feanor's gaze had been averted from the landscape of Mithlond in what seemed like a fraction of a second. He had gone from looking at it's seemingly endless beauty to the face of a different, albeit still beautiful face. She had appeared from now where, and in a swirl of flames. She had made a grand entrance that showed power. The Daughter of Morgoth. The Daughter of the Black Enemy. Feanor had felt anger swell up inside him, his pride demanding her immediate destruction. However, in Aman he had also learned impulse control. As she spoke to him he noted the softness of her voice. How deceiving it truly was. The Noldor warriors had been angered at her lack of respect, preparing to draw blades in anger. The act had been halted by the raising of Feanors hand. He glanced at her and held back his nature, however his face nor eyes held any kind of warm emotion towards her. " I was hoping much had changed." He said to her. His voice laced with passion and hatred." The world needed to be different to take on the Noldor." Although revealing his dream seemed foolish, Feanor doubted Rána would want to stop that. Everyone could appreciate the Noldor, there beauty, there sheer power. Especially a woman who was half Noldor.

[Rána]

"It needed to be rid of my father," she spat the words out, her dislike of her sire apparent in her tone. Her cobalt agze shifted from Feanor to his soldiers, "Peace, I bring no threat," Rána said to them. Not yet, she finished silently to herself. Bringing her eyes back to Feanor, she studied him closely such a shame that her father had his balrogs destroy the great king before. "What is it that brings you back here Lord Feanor?"

[Feanor]

Feanor watched her carefully. As she spoke he found himself agreeing with atlest one thing she said." Morgoth was a menaced, something that needed to be destroyed. I only regret it was not my blade that had sent him into darkness." He said the words coming out with loathsome hatred towards the Valar. He had plagued Aman, Arda, and killed many Noldor. In the eyes of Feanor he had been a failure. A foolish Conquerer. He had destroyed everything he came across. What was the use of a ravaged and raped world. Feanor then sneered at her words. His eyes holding contempttment towards her." You are the spawn of Melkor. We will never lower our weapons around you." As his words left his lips the Noldor warriors each drew there blades. It was not an intimidation technique, both Rána and Feanor knew empty threats where a waste of time. " I have returned in hopes of building an Empire." His words were gentle, eyes eyes becoming less dark as he spoke of his dream." I want a Noldor Empire. We have lived in Aman to long, it is time Arda lived under us." Feanor had a plan how to accomplish this aswell, though his pride would make it difficult.

[Rána]

Rána held back a laugh as the soldiers drew their blades, her eyes never left Feanor's. "I loath my father as much as you do. I was as much a prisoner as any other he captured," She said flatly. It was true, she had not wanted to join her father but he had held her mind under his control. "I do not know how much you know of the goings on here. But you will find there are others that share your dream."

[Feanor]

Feanor eyed her carefully. He suddenly raised his hand and made a quick gesture. Each of the proud Noldor sheathed there swords and walked back up the ramp into the ship." If it is Saeren you speak of, then yes. I have heard of this man who shares my dream. I have come hoping to find him." Feanor said to her. He then listened to her tale and shook his head, sending his long black hair tumbling around." It does not surprise me that your Sire held you captive. He was a controlling entity. He had to have things the way he wanted. It only makes sense to rob you of your independence." Although Feanor understood Melkor's thought process to enslaving his own childs mind it didn't change the fact that it disgusting him.

[Rána]

"Lord Saeren can be found in Dar in Harad. Though I am sure if you call out to him he will come to you." She watched as the other two marched back onto the ship. "It wasn't just me, my father wanted to control or destroy bloody everything. No apprecaition for the finer things in life."

[Feanor]

Feanor turned lightly making sure the waiting Noldor at the bridge had heard her words. If that's where Lord Saeren was, that's where they would go. The two Warriors waited on board telling the others of Melkors Daughter. Outside Feanor ended the pleasantries of the conversation. He listened to her a moment before speaking." Well he was a manipulative fool. He tricked many into doing what he wanted. He grew use to the power, when those few stood up to him he could not take it and destroyed instead of trying to use diplomacy. His brutish ways where eventually his downfall." Feanors words where as sharp as the sword hung at his hip He had no respect for Morgoth, with his power he could have taken everything. However he had been a fool and accomplished nothing. Feanor then looked back to Rána." Well as entertaining as the conversation was, Spawn of Morgoth. I have other matters to attend to." His tone had regained the hatred. His eyes burning with the lust to attack her. The need to kill her ran deep witjhion the fiery soul of Feanor, her Sire had killed him long ago. However, before he left there was one thing he had to know." What of Maglor?" He asked looking down at her, his face showing no emotion. Just a cold slate of Noldor beauty.

[Rána]

"There is not a thing that you can say about my father that I will disagee with." He did not seem to understand that she hated her father as much as any other elf did. "Maglor," she smiled. "I believe Tar has... plans for him."

[Feanor]

Feanors eyes flaired up suddenly when she talked of someone having plans for his son. He let out a snarl that was fed by the fires raging inside him." What plans?" He said dangerously. He would sail to Harad and find his son. He had left Maglor long ago and regretted it, Tar would not stall him." Speak, Spawn of Morgoth." He boomed in anger, his passion taking control of the situation.

[Rána]

Now that was the Feanor of legend, firey and passionate. "First," Rána said, remaining calm. "You will not speak to me in such a manner if you desire information from me. Second, I do not know what Saeren wants with your son. He said what is between he and Maglor is his business."

[Feanor]

Feanor felt a swelling on fire within him at her words. Speaking to him as if she were somehow better. Well he had put up with her long enough. Letting out one last snarl he turned his back to her walking up the ramp. He walked on board his eyes gleaming dangerously. No Noldor spoke to him, they knew the mood he was in. The old Feanor, the impulsive one. He ordered the ship to Harad. With that it began it's work of leaving harbor. Feanor stood on deck, looking out at Rána , his piercing eyes dancing with inner flames.

[Rána]

A smirk formed on Rána's lips as Feanor returned to his ship. She watched for a moment as the ship began to leave the dock. She did not want to miss Feanor's meeting with Saeren but it would take her months to reach Dar, for she could not use her powers to travel to somewhere she had never seen. She appeared on the bow of Feanor's ship, sitting on the railing. "Well that was rude for you not to wait for me."

[Feanor]

Feanor had watched her disappear in her swirl of flames. In Feanors opinion she hadn't left soon enough. Then he heard her voice and it drove him to near violence. Swinging around he glared at her. Oh how he wished to unsheath his sword and end her tainted existence. He however voted for the next best thing. Walking forward Feanor placed one hand on her shoulder, and gave a violent push sending her into the water." We do not wish to sail with you, Spawn of Melkor." He shouted the fire and passion apparent in words. With that the ship slowly began to leave the harbor. Raising anchor and letting down the sails it caught a gale and went on it's way. Feanor's blazing eyes focused on Rána, hoping to never see her again.