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Valinor was never meant to bleed.
In the twilight of the Two Trees, before exile, before oath, before doom, there lived a daughter the songs forgot-Írissë Fëanárel, child of fire and quiet grace. Beloved by beasts, feared by darkness, and bound by a lineage older than the world, she saw what others refused to see.
When Morgoth returned and the light began to die, it was not kings or Valar who stood first beneath the Trees-but a young woman with a blade, a broken heart, and a choice.
From the betrayal of the burning ships to the grinding death of the Helcaraxë, from shattered families to oaths that curse generations, The Rose and the Fire retells the Silmarillion through love, loss, and the cost of standing alone.
This is not a story of what was written.
This is the story of what it cost.