Farael: Fair Isle. Not phonetically, of course.
My name was born because some ne'er-posting person had already snatched up Feanor and I really felt the urge to keep a name in fitting with my personality. I'll assume that y'all have realized my fiestiness by now. I was also fifteen. I was the most pretentious kid
ever from ages 12-15 (who knows, maybe I still am) and was completely in love with people who didn't have plain old last names. If you were of something, I liked you. Aragorn, son of Arathorn. Leonardo da Vinci. Arthur, son of Uther, King of the Britons. You know... that sort of thing. I wanted an of and I wanted the world to know that yes, I may be human, but I have oh so many Elven qualities. Yes... I
am better than everyone else.
Ergo, Feanor of the Peredhil. Pretentious and unwieldy.
Fea suits me better. And if you manipulate it to Fey or Fae, all the more fitting.