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I remember when we were children and still lived in Tirion. My brothers and I used to play at being Valar – of course not impersonating the actual Ainur, but taking on our own titles and powers. Macalaurë had often opted for being the Vala of Music, because he felt it was important, especially since Arda itself had been created through music, and Carnistir had once earned a swat on his head for saying that the reason every single Vala could sing was the reason there was no real reason for a Vala of Music.
I was just going to look up Amrod’s Quenyan names, Pityafinwë Pityo. But based on the “Did you mean" bit, I guess google has great empathy for the patriarch of their family.
ok if there’s one thing that makes me cringe EVERY TIME it’s mentioned in the silm it’s THE PLUMED HELMETS OK
can we not with those things. I mean I’m sure they probably serve their purpose like easy recognition for higher ranks or sth?? but dear god at what cost. and yeah let’s not even pretend they’re intimidating bc let’s be real they look ridiculous and not even feanor could keep that from looking like he’s carrying around an angry chicken on his head
900% chance feanor just looked like a really irate peacock in that scene where he drew his sword on fingolfin fully armed
You know, things might have been improved if only Fëanor had decided to wear a chicken on his head.
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|| Yes good. Fluffy things, I need them.
*coughs awkwardly* I did say no one dies at Losgar, but I didn’t say it was going to be that fluffy… Beleriand is a hard place.
Although, I can make the excerpt be a fluffy onE: :)
Headsup, in case anyone cares: I may not be able to post any art for Amras day tomorrow. I have a good reason, however: I am working on an Amras’ POV fic of 10k+ words. It may or may not be finished by tomorrow, but if it’s not, I’ll still post an excerpt from it to celebrate the last but not least son of Fëanor.
(Also, it’s a fic where he doesn’t die at Losgar yay.)
One fun thing about elves is that even though they are the wisest and have an eternity to hone their knowledge, they never learn.
JUST WATCH HOW SHE’LL FIX THIS FUCKING MESS
Can’t wait to maybe finally find out her last name, too.
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