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He doesn't come back.
She waits.
All of the rest return. One by one.
Even Maglor comes home, in time.
But Fëanor doesn't.
She sits alone, listening to the sound of their sons chatting, joking, breaking down over the horrors they say and then comforting each other until everything is alright again. They're happy, they've grown up, they have people that they love.
She raised them well.
No, they raised them well.
But he won't return.
He won't come back to see the legacy that they've created because all he sees is the blood and the fire and not the beauty that's left after it's all burned clean.