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The tale of Feanir : Last age of Middle-earth

The wind flew across the fields. The once-green plains were now yellow and red and gray. It was the turning of the seasons. The trees that had grown deep into the ground lay in pieces across the plains, no longer did the shepherd of the forest care for them. They had either withered away or left these lands. Upon the plain there crouched an elf. Tall and slender he was, ears pointed to the heavens, his feet stuck to the ground. The sun reflected barely upon his plate, his knife at the ready.

Feanir readied his sack. The once golden armour of his people was black with age, the runes of old hid beneath a thick layer of filth. The sky was red.

"The sun bleeds for this world once more," Faenir shuttered.

He wrapped his hands around himself, his breath humid and stinging.

Feanir rose and went thither, to the Dark Lands.

I crossed the old world an age ago.

For a thousand thousand days and nights have i walked this path alone, he thought.

The land was old, dying. Its green hue was long gone, it's time of blossom long since past.

Who am i, Feanir thought.

I am my father's son for sure.

He looked around.

Quiet.

The wind whispered songs of a distant land to the west.

I will join them shortly

He held is journey onward. The pain in his legs was long gone. In his satchel were the most necessary of supplies, a hunting knife, dozens of lambas bread and a book.

Feanir began reminiscing his childhood and when that fateful day came.

He was a youngling in his family's eyes. Feanir was a ranger to the house of Noldor. His shimmering gold armour had protected him on many occasions.

Feanir ran through the forest, bow in hand. His kin had fallen behind. Feanir stared at the beast, pulling the bowstring whilst running.

The beast, a southern boar, turned suddenly around and revealed itself. It's hide was jet black. Its eyes stared emptily and emptied at Feanir and began charging.

It had a horn.

Feanir tried stopping in his tracks but his body refused. The boar rammed into him.

He felt and heard his body cracking, his armour screaming as the boar tore it to shreds. The boar growled as Feanir collapsed on the ground, blood spouting everywhere.

The bushed rustled behind him.

Forth lept three elves adorning the same armour as Feanir, his kin.

"For Noldor" the elves proclaimed.

The boar screamed as the elves unsheathed their blades. The elves almost danced around it, their blades puncturing the boar in all places. After a moment the boar fell to the ground. The elves took Feanir up and carried him to their great house.

They chanted spells of healing while Feanir bled in their arms.

"What happened?" An Eldar asked.

"My lord. The boar was in a frenzy. Feanir ran ahead of us to bring it down himself but he must have underestimated it"

"Stupid, young fool. Bring him inside"

As Feanir woke up he noticed that he was home. The leaves were in piles around him, colouring the world in yellow and red. His whole torso was covered in bandages.