There is no hope of redemption. I hear the hisses, see the venomous eyes I would face if ever I returned to the Undying Lands. Even if Ulmo himself should call me, how would I ever find peace there? Nay. I chose the spirit of fire long ago; it is too late to cleave to water.
Why, then, can I not leave this beach?
Note: "Spirit of fire" is the meaning of the name "Fëanor".