silwritersguild challenge #1: we are learning to make a fire
It has been some thousand years and he is still the talk of the town. His treasures are in the sky and in the sea and in the ground and her treasures are teeming in the Halls of Mandos.
She admits that he blazed a trail; his incendiary nature begat seven sons and still she admits that she never quite understood him with his eyes like flint and his fingertips throwing off sparks. She will never understand what possessed him to burn those ships and she will never understand why her most-fated son had to be caught in that crossfire.