At last, there was no need to sit in front of that blasted bonfire anymore! However, the leave was not a...victorious one, in Undómion's view. How he felt, he felt humiliated yet again; worthless...pathetic. The simple pleasures that still could be found on this side of the sea were heightened greatly, Veryathoron's familiar presence was one of the greatest...hearing and smelling things other than burning and smoke.
A temporary feeling, his beloved wife said...soon he would be back to the way before the challenge was. The meantime though, the feeling when the fire finally spoke would not leave. In fact, Undómion was making steam in the water when he finally was able to clean up. Sure...he was still Noldo, but he was not able to do what the rest of his kin could. Fight, sculpt...The inability to do so practically removed a quarter of emotion from the elf. Another quarter, albeit temporarily, also diminished with this challenge. It will return soon enough, things take time.
He hated being manipulated.
"I do not want any fire being lit, whether it is torch light or hearth fire...I will not tolerate hearing it for a long time..."
