Ah, the pure essence of fire: it kindles our hearts, fuels our desire, and forms the basis of my craft. Fire burnt through my body when I made love to my wife, the fire in our words marked our last goodbye. Fire lit the courtyard in the dark where father spoke words so true and proclaimed the Oath that we must fulfil. Fire is the source of creativity driving me to forge weapons so crafty, but also lends itself as the perfect weapon of destruction. Now the fire burns the white ships, which gives me closure and determines our path.

The theme of this drabble are Curufin's thoughts at Losgar and was issued for the OSA drabble challenge #77, Inner Monologue. Thanks to Trekqueen for the quick lookover!