Fëanor

Fëanor, the spirit of fire, 
A maker of beauty, he housed the light.
The strength of the Noldor was in his right hand,
But tricked by Darkness, brought to ruin and woe.
For Melkor coveted what Feanor had made,
And he desired to bring about grief.

Fëanor wrought the Silmarils from the light of the Trees,
The illumination of the Valar he caught in three jewels.
And Melkor tricked him, with lies and deceit,
Making think that the Valar desired possession of the treasure.
So Feanor, in anger, he challenged the High,
Then in banishment fled with his father and sons,
To Formenos where in strenghth he hid the Lights.