Years back...
'Be he foe or friend.Be he foul or clean.Brood of Morgoth or bright Valar,Elda or Maiar,or Aftercomer,Man yet unborn upon Middle Earth.Neither law,nor love,nor League Of Swords,dread nor danger,not Doom itself,shall defend him from Fëanor and Fëanor's kin,whoso hideth,or hoardeth,or in hand taketh,finding keepeth,or afar casteth a Silmaril.This swear we all.Death we will deal him ere day's ending.Woe unto the world's end.Our word hear thou,Eru Ilúvatar.To the everlasting darkness,doom us if our deed faileth.On the Holy Mountain,hear in witness and our vow remember, Manwë and Varda!!'
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"Sons of Fëanor,"Lord Bairrfhionn called, standing at the front of the Circle Of Fëanor.
The circle,more like a stone circle,was built of rock.This was the place where the sons of Fëanor took their oaths,to protect the Silmarils with their lives.Standing before Lord Bairrfhionn were three elves,three descendants of Fëanor,Aktaion,Aldon and Arion.The three were triplets,born at the same time,to Lord Albion and Lady Beicaryn.
Aktaion was a little taller than his young brothers.He wore his long dark brown hair in shoulder long locks,plaited in rows on his head,and made to flow down his back.He had beautiful blue eyes,and was lean.
Aldon,the second brother,wore his long dark brown hair in a ponytail,whilst part of it cascaded down his back.He,too,had beautiful blue eyes and was lean.The only thing that made him different from Aktaion was the scar he had across his face.Besides that scar,he was a clown of Aktaion.
Arion,the younger brother was not considered part of the three.He was called,by most,the 'The Bastard Twin'.He,unlike his brothers,had short dark brown hair.He had distant blue eyes,and was rather feeble.He was way too different to be called their little brother,and they didn't dare call him their brother.Arion was used to all that,and he too didn't call them his brothers.He only cared about himself,and himself alone.
Today,they were taking their Oaths.As sons,and descendants of Fëanor,they were entitled to take those oaths,and once they did,protect the Silmarils with all their life.They were to never let anyone who wasn't born to Fëanor lay their hands on it,no matter what or why.
Lord Bairrfhionn,the Fëanor's kinsman in charge of the oath taking ceremony was a rather short and stout elf.He had long silver hair and amber eyes.He had a white beard and thick black brows.He was a tough looking elf.
"Sons of Fëanor,"he called,above the murmuring of the small crowd that had come to see the triplets take their oaths,"Today,we are here to initiate,officially,into the Clan Of Fëanor,the three sons of Albion,who have been gifted with the duty to protect,preserve,with their life,whatsoever,the Silmarils.Our father, Fëanor,with his own hands made the stones,using the remnants of the Twin Trees Of Valinor.He gifted us with the power and authority to take care of them.And here we are,today,to welcome our fellow kinsmen to that calling.I have a few words of advice for you,sons of Albion,"he turned to the triplets,"Your father,Albion protected the stones with his life.He gave in all he had for the sake of the stones,and I want you all to follow in his prints,and in the prints of your fellow kinsmen.Today,you have been chosen to take care of something that has been taken care of by hundreds of our kin for thousands of years.You have been chosen to keep the dignity of our Great Father Fëanor standing.Today,I bless you all,with the blessing of Eru Ilúvatar,with the blessing of Great Father, Fëanor,with my own blessing and the blessing of your kinsmen.You are going to be strong,for your clan,and as you have sworn,may the Allfather doom you to the Everlasting Darkness of you fail,if you fail your kindred,and if you fail to keep the Oath of Fëanor.Blessing,my Sons!!" he concluded.He was greeted with shouts of joy and blessings for the triplets.
"Wishing you luck,brother!!"Aldon sneered at Arion.He made the word brother seem like being burnt up by a Balrog,it sounded painful.
"Same to you!"Arion said, mustering his courage.He hated those boys and didn't like to talk them,much as he was afraid of them.
"The sons of Fëanor,who have been sworn into the Delegation,will further proceed to their assigned duties,in the following order.Aktaion Albion will proceed to The Isle Of The Skies,where he will protect, endlessly,the Silmaril that holds up the skies.Aldon Albion will proceed to The Depths,where he will protect, endlessly,the Silmaril that sits in the sea.And Arion Albion will proceed to the Havens which harbour the third Silmaril,and protect endlessly,the Silmaril that sits among the Quendi."
There was a blinding light,a blue light,as the portals to their destinies opened.
"Arion!!"a familiar voice called from behind Arion as he made to go through his portal.
Walking towards him was his best[not completely] friend,Elrora.Elrora was not so much a gorgeous girl but she was kinda cute.She had russet hair and beautiful black eyes.She was the kind to care much about Arion,though Arion did much to turn down her care.
"Elrora!!"Arion gasped,turning around,"what are you doing here?"Elrora walked over to him and wrapped him into a tight hug"How could I not attend my best friend's inauguration?"she asked into his ears.Arion, hesitantly,returned her affection, holding her slightly on the back.
"Congratulations!"Elrora,clearly,was fighting back her tears.She blinked her big beautiful eyes had to stop the flood that was soon going to gush down her face.Arion cupped her face.He had grown to take a liking to her,despite not wanting to be liked by anyone."You shouldn't worry about me,you know!!"he reassured the now silently weeping Elrora.
"Say your goodbyes real quick,young man.Your brothers left already!"he heard his father calling.
"Take care of yourself,Arion!"she wiped a tear off her now crimson cheeks.She was blushing ,alright.Arion planted a slight kiss on her forehead,"Take care of yourself,too.I should find you in one piece when I return!!"
Arion parted ways with Elrora and hesitantly walked into his portal,taking one last glance at his home.