Fear the fire that fears subsiding.
But she sits at his hearth, stings his breast with regret until, maddened, he rives himself.
Fire fills that void, cracks him wide – ends him early. Nienna lies amid the heat of his ashes, her blisters weeping.
But she will to Mandos, to his hearth again – endlessly – 'til patience overcome him…
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