The young Elf prince wakes up from the wonderful nap he was having, only to find he is not in the familiarity of his own home.

"By the Valar..." He frowns slightly, slowly taking in his surroundings as he sits up. The halls are lit with fire coming from somewhere below. The walls are dark and the pillars are decorated with carvings of serpents and beasts Fëanor has never before beheld. There is only one place he could think of with such ghastly architecture. It cannot be...

Utumno?

He must be in the fortress of the Dark Lord. Who knows what Melkor was thinking, taking the son of Finwë from Valinor. Ever the fiery spirit, Fëanor vows to escape, even if he must fight tooth and nail to do so.

"What is the meaning of this!?" He yells into the dark, his voice echoing through the vast halls.