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Only a few days ago football fans have seen a match to the death between Real Valinor and AC Beleriand. Feanor's team walked off the field defeated, with 3rd place as their best perspective for this year. The captain himself was seen striding away from the crowds in a fey mood, perhaps to seek solace in solitude. His loss is more bitter than that of his teammates; they lose to a team, but Feanor loses to his family. Moreover, his family bested him, the best of the best.

What Feanor thinks of his loss remains unknown, but we know what his mother, wife, and son think of it.

"I played against him as a player from the opposing team, not as my father," said Caranthir. "I love and respect him, but I also want to win this Cup. We all risk t lose here, even the greatest." Miriel was of a like mind, "I barely know him; I left for the Halls of Mandos when he was but a child. But I love him nonetheless and am sorry for his grief at the loss. But on a football field my loyalty lies firstly to my team."

Nerdanel, meanwhile, was not so friendly. "If he loses, that is his problem," she was heard saying. "He never heeded any of mine. He left me in Eldamar when he waged wars against Morgoth. Didn't give me a thought once he got the best fighters to go overseas with him. He doesn’t need a wife to pass swords or footballs to him in Middle Earth. I rarely asked him for anything when we lived together. There is only one time I can remember, when I asked him for good-quality balls for the kids to play with. Something that wouldn’t pop every time they kicked it hard. And possibly look pretty with it too. And what did he bring me? After years and years of doing Eru knows what he brought home three jewels. Round, yes. Pretty, yes. Hard to break, yes. But not a football! And once he made them, you’d think he’d pass them out for family to enjoy. Ha! His them in a box and locked them in the darkest corner of the castle. What a waster!"

However the family feels, luckily they will not battle against Feanor this year again, and hopefully not next year as well. We wish all the luck and not at all the muck (and perhaps a roast duck) to Feanor, his son, and his beautiful wife and mother in their future games!