Fëanor returns from Mandos to claim the Simarils he still foolishly believes to be his. He fights his way across the countryside to Argbund, a magnificent fortress where the genius and powerful Margath – a misunderstood lord – is currently living. Margath is not his real name, however, but an affectionate nickname given to him by Fëanor. His real name is Malkor. There is no other dark lord quite as powerful and good looking, and his power and good looks are only rivaled by Fëanor, the spirit of fire. (A/N: Ooh..I just got chills). Anyway, when Fëanor arrives at Argbund, he is captured and brought before Margath, who spares his life. Fëanor demands the Simarils but Margath doesn’t give him the Simarils, but Fëanor spends the night, and much to Margoth’s dismay, nothing happens, even though they drink lots of the famed brew of Argbund. The next day they wake up and my Simarils are gone. Margoth blames Fëanor, but Fëanor points out, wisely, that if he had taken the Simarils, he would be long gone too.
Margoth and Fëanor decide to go in search of the Simarils together. Many things happen along the way. Some possibilities:
- Fëanor is caught bathing in a stream by Margoth.
- Fëanor is injured and Margath nurses him back to health
- They have tea with Glaurung
Along the way they realize that a deep respect and affection is growing between them. Both try to fight it, which causes lots of tension and angst. Big fight scene here. They aren’t speaking. Maybe this is where Fëanor gets hurt and then Morgoth can help him or something. Lots of tension until they kiss. Big love scene.
The next morning they are both feeling uncomfortable, but Simaril forgotton, they head back to Argbund. They kill Sauron there in a
unfortunate accident involving mistaken identity. Once there, Fëanor professes his love for Margath and they have the first cross-racial marriage in Arda. Shortly after (epilogue maybe?) they find the Simarils there in Angband with a note from Sauron. He had hidden them in an attempt to get the two together. Nobody mourns his death anyway.
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