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Fëanor shrugged, studying the contents of his wine glass. “Something must be done about that house. It will fall down eventually.” “It does not follow that it must be you that tears it down single-handedly. Are you sure you do not want help?” “It’s not as though I…
This is my new poetical attempt to add my own interpretation to Tolkien's Cosmology as to Eru's Creation and the Valar's minds and behind-the-scene providence reasons and mechanisms.. I often review Eä as part of our own world, just in another dimension, this is why I have always seriously…
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Thank you for reading! I am grateful for your comment, too. ... Yeah, Dior and Luthien were two strange characters in the histories; I worried that lacking choice meant they'd be stuck somewhere odd (for Dior) or somewhere unsuitable (for Luthien), and I guess that was part of the impetus for this fic.
Yay! I am glad you are digging it so far. Yeah, i enjoy that pair of OCs, might need to keep them around for the very odd Tuor/Dior AU that I am tempted to write.
“Not everyone has dance in their nature” I feel seen rip
This is such a creative and dreamlike story! I really love Uilon, just a chill fisherman striking up conversations with strangers and handing out seafood. He’s so immediately endearing!
:D Thank you for reading! Yeah, I always felt like Lúthien's dancing was her true calling, until Acts of Heroism (and her man) dragged her away from it. Now she's going to create an interpretive dance of the fall of Beleriand, and everyone will be so moved when they see it that maybe the Valar will stop _drowning shit_ over and over ... :D
My prompt was the Thai phrase, "the afternoon of my next life" from monthly challenges, so i had them awakening outside of the halls on a fine summer afternoon... And, for some reason, newly born and all, i kept thinking of another fine Thai -- Moo Deng the pygmy hippo. :'D
Nimloth still fought, desperate and faithful, before the door that led to their children’s quarters. She was in the green gown she’d worn that afternoon for the midwinter festival, but the blood-smeared sword in her hand was her grandfather’s; last night it had been a dusty decoration on their wall. ... “Go,” Nimloth choked to Dior, but he knew that there was no place he wished to go, not now that they were to be parted forever.
I love those passages. So beautiful and tragic!
The hall of mortal statues is also very interesting. I like how you have each statue reflect the person's nature. And aww, Elros -- sad that they couldn't see him until after his death. I liked how his statue echoes the Argonnath.
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