Sometimes_I_Wish_for_Loyalty



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    What will you do, after me? Túrin once asked, unspooling the measure of Beleg’s life. It stretched beyond him in either direction, starlit at both ends; his own mortal death would be ballad-worthy, so Túrin imagined.

    Or: Túrin outlives Beleg. Drabble. 

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    The War of Wrath from the Fëanorian camp; or, Elrond Peredhel avoids becoming a Kinslayer.

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    You are different, Flame-of-burning-oak told him. You are not waiting-for-Our-Maker. You cannot hear the emptiness where once we felt his song.

    I dreamed I was an elf, he confessed, I dreamed I was an elf, and he burned me. I heard Our-Maker laugh, while hot iron seared my skin.

    A nice dream, decided Flame-of-burning-oak, and he thought that she did not understand him, that she had never understood him, and probably never would.

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    A fire from the centre of the world dreams of being an elf, but knows those dreams cannot be real. What he encounters upon finally coming to the surface throws everything he thinks he knows into question.

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    Fëanor said, “Why do you think the Elf who made Ilimbë loved her?”

    Nerdanel did not castigate him for the absurdity of the question. “Because she was beautiful, I suppose,” she said; “and all the Eldar love beautiful things.”

    “But better to make a beautiful thing than to be one,” said Fëanor; “you cannot convince me otherwise.”

    “Nor do I wish to try!” said Nerdanel. “But why do you think Ilimbë loved her maker, then?”

    Fëanor had never thought of that question before. “Because,” he said, more hesitantly than was his wont, “well — how could she not? She was made for loving him.”

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    Fëanor, newly apprenticed in Mahtan’s halls, does not care that Nerdanel does not like him. Her statues are nice enough, but he has far more important things to concern himself with than her approval. And he doesn't think she’s pretty.

    A story about art, mythology, and learning what exactly you were made for.

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    Feanor is the one to find them because Feanor never lets little things like possible death stop him from being the one to go deepest into the woods, particularly when he has a new sibling on the way who will need food.

    (Or: There is a reason that Amrod and Amras, having found a baby in the woods, assume that they have acquired a child in the usual way.)

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