1. The North of the World
It spread before him like a dream of some foreign star, colourless and cold. So this was the North of the World. Far in the distance, a teasing flame danced on darkened shores, almost beyond his sight. Fëanáro's treachery came alive by the light of fire. He knew then the swan ships would never return. They were abandoned by the one he foolishly chose to trust over the ageless wisdom of the Valar.
On a final breath, Fingolfin steeled his courage, and stepped onto the ice even as frigid winds howled down to whip his skin. He never looked back.
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