Vanafin: Fulfilling Feanor's Oath (Under Re-Write)

A Meeting Destined

Hello, new and returning readers! This is the first book of the Vanafin series. If you are a returning reader, note that though this new version will be longer with more scenes and some personality changes, the essence and overall plot of the story is not changing from the previous version. If you have already read through the last version, you are not required to do so again before the second book. With that being said, I hope you enjoy the story.

The young Elf lifted his head from his knees. The kingdom was in chaos. No matter where he looked, there was some Elf scrambling to find either shelter or escape. He would, too, if not for his back hurting.

He wanted his family to be with him, but his mother and only twin brother were both gone. Sure, he had gotten revenge, but it still saddened him. As for his father, the young Elf only ever saw him once. The day he got exiled from Nargothrond.

The boy lowered his head back down, staring at the red and gold patterns in the carpet which ran through the hallway he hid in. His eyes stung, his back throbbed, his hands - still covered in mud and orc blood - traced the carpet designs. He wanted to close his eyes and sleep. Hoping that his dreams could see his brother pouncing on him and his mother tending to flowers like she always did. Maybe even his father would be there, doing whatever it is that he does.

A door banged close a few feet away. The young Elf raised his head, dark blond hair getting in the way as he watched a dark-haired Elf run out of a room and down the hall with food and a bow. He showed up again before disappearing again into the room before coming out with a sword.

The boy had seen the Elf before. He had stood near his father several years earlier. He couldn't remember the name of the Elf, but he felt he should. His mother really did hide him and his brother from the world as best she could.

Yet, why couldn't he remember the name of this Elf?

Celebrimbor hurried to tie the small pack of food and his bow onto his horse. They were hidden just outside Nargothrond, on the other side from where Morgoth's forces were coming in. Just his sword was left.

Many other Elves were attempting to run out any exit they could find to flee the terror. They would not be able to find his horse, though. The stallion was hidden in a small den in the hills behind Nargothrond. He had decided to hide his horse there after some Human named Turin chose to live within Nargothrond.

His horse snorted as he finished strapping the bow down. Celebrimbor gave the horse a quick pat on the neck before hurrying off to get his sword.

As he snuck past the main entryway from one of the high up pathways, he could see the orcs scrambling in and taking whatever Elf or gem they could get their filthy hands on. He slipped on by, staying low to the floor in hopes that the height of this path would help shield him from the sight of those evil creatures.

He soon came to his turn, where he slipped down the hall to his room.

The room was already mostly empty. The only remaining items were his bed, a desk with a chair cluttered with scraps of supplies useless to Celebrimbor now, and a bookcase with only dust on it. His sword was already by the door, just waiting for him to grab it. He had made the sword many years ago as a young Elf in Valinor, back when the Noldor were beginning to divide.

He shook his head. There was no time to think of the past or the people that belonged in the past. He just needed to get as far away as possible from this lost kingdom.

As the door closed behind him, and he began to turn down the hall, a movement from under one of the hallway tables caught his eye. It was not an orc, that was for sure.

Celebrimbor paused for a moment. He could hear the orcs making their way up the levels, but it was just far enough away that he had some time. The halls were mostly cleared now. The other Elves were either outside running for safety, in their rooms praying to Eru and the Valar that they would not be found, or already captured and dragged to wherever Morgoth would have the captives sent to.