Chapter 1: Flames
Hey All! This is my first fanfiction story, so please do not be too hard of me! Please review, otherwise I do not know if I will be able to continue writing this story. Note on the Rating: I was not sure how high to rate it, but there isn’t too much violence.

The arrow shot flaming into the night sky, kindled with the fire of its beholder. With every shot, he poured is sacred flame onto each arrow, lighting it with a fire brighter than the fire surrounding him. He laughed with glory and rage and ever pressed on until he was surrounded by living fire and darkness. Still he laughed, and many fell in the face of his wrath. But eventually, they proved to much and he fell, thrown down by the one who burned the brightest and shone the darkest. Then, Behold! He was not to die alone and forgotten in the dark fire. His sons appeared, and bore him away. Still he knew that his immortal soul would depart soon. And thus, Feanor the great drew his last breath on the gentle slopes of Ered Wethrin.
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“Ho! Legolas!” Upon hearing his name, the fair prince of Mirkwood turned and jogged over to the possessor of the call, his long time friend, Linlókë, son of Lossëdil. “Yes Lin?” “Would you take a look at this print, it does not seem to be a warg, but I am not sure.” Linloke was training to be a healer, however, his father had been one of the most renowned warriors of the realm, and had always encouraged him to go on scouting trips, before his life’s course was definatly established. The result, however, was that the young elf did not know much about hunting, tracking and fighting, but was forced to take part in all of these activities. Legolas sighed as he thought about the fact that his friend would soon have to make a definite decision, and he knew that Lin would chose to be a healer. Thus, they would see much less of each other than usual. “No, Lin, it seems to be a normal wolf, although it is rather on the large side.” “Good, this area is clear then.” Lin replied with a relieved sigh. As far as patrols go, this had been a uneventful one. “Will we be returning to Lasgalen now?” Linloke queried.
“Yes, let’s gather the rest and prepare to return.” The blue-eyed prince replied.
Linloke nodded and turned to walk back and gather his things before calling the troops to order for departure. Suddenly, something flashed in the corner of his eye. He turned and scanned the area for the source of the glare. Presently he saw it, a blinding rainbow emitting from a spot in the grass. He walked and kneeled down beside it to get a better look. The object on the ground took his breath away. It was and arrowhead. The most beautiful he had ever seen. It was perfectly crafted, and seemed to be made of diamond. The bright morning sun threw countless rainbows off its crystalline surface. Mirkwood’s finest archer could not resist picking it up. The moment his fingers closed around it, however, a strange sensation shot up his hand. Image began to slide through his mind in a blur. Fire, everywhere was fire, all consuming, occupying every space, even his soul, coursing through his veins. He had never felt so proud, so sure. But though his inner fire burned bright, the outer fire consumed him. Out of the fiery darkness, a balrog’s whip came swinging towards him. “Aye!” he shouted and dropped the arrowhead.
“My lord? My lord? Prince Legolas, are you well?”
Shaken from the images, Legolas replied “What? Oh, excuse me. Yes, I am fine”
“What are your next orders?”
“Pack up, we are returning home today.”
The soldier nodded, bowed, then began packing. Legolas looked once more at the arrowhead, the cautiously picked it up, placing it between his tunic, forefinger and thumb. He dropped it into his quiver, then stood to began supervising the departure, all the while shaking the last vestiges of the vision from him.

I don’t exactly know how one of Feanor’s arrowheads would have gotten to the edge of Mirkwood, but that’s why it AU!