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Comments For A letter at the twilight of my days.
Maybe Aikanaro can rest at and be feed up all his former excistence of his memories, but we simple human beings, * grated* with this extraordinary gift to leave the circles of the world would rather have somewhat of living memory, I suppose...
Something about Aegnor and Angrod has always drawn me in- Finarfin's poor, neglected middle sons. Everyone knows Finrod, Orodreth gets his minute to shine, and Galadriel never leaves. No one speaks of Angrod and Aegnor.
I love the poem itself, the way it looks back at everything that has happened. Makes Finrod's defense of Aegnor to Andreth more meaningful.
Thanks for sharing.
Thank you :)
You are right, no one ever speaks of the two middle children, myself included. I know I have never managed to get as clear a 'feeling' of them as of some of the other Noldor so I was very pleased when I recieved this challange. It is why I was doing the challanges a few years back, they made me look at and write things that was not neccessarily where my greatest comfort in writing were lying.