Poor Curufin!  You do a wonderful job in this story showing how a combination of sibling rivalry, the burden of living up to Feanor's expectations, and that damned father-name manage to blight Curufin's chilhood.  I have to wonder if Feanor ever realized how much damage he was causing his family by so clearly singling out one child as his favorite?

The best part about the green-eyed girl, of course, is that if she loves Curufin, it will be not for being a copy of Feanor, but simply for being himself.

This was amazing! Curufin is so often a mere sidekick. I loved how you got on to the family dynamics, the love of paper and writing, and at the end, Celembrimbor's mother, I presume? Great work. :)

I first read this a year ago and the images and feelings evoked by this story have never made it to my forgettery!

I relate to and love the way his fantasies, and the love of the letters, the quills, and the paper (Oooh! That ever so sensual and promising paper!) all come together in a cathartic escape from his childhood torments. (Which children can seldom really adequately convey to their caregivers.)

I half wondered whether his green-eyed apple-maiden was another fantasy that came to life for him from his beloved paper...

Deliciously written! Thank you!