daughters of feanor

i have things for consideration: the sons of fëanor as not sons, but daughters.

give me maglor, in her grief, haunted by the sea– give me maedhros, the elleth who burned through life and burned in death– give me celegorm, the girl who wanted and wanted and wanted lúthien tinúviel, the nightingale– give me amras and amrod, sisters close as double edged blade who died for the silmarils– give me caranthir, in her splendour, in her temperament– give me curufin, who binds herself to her father to the jewels that will be her doom–

give me women, utterly lovely & utterly doomed.