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Watched the first two episodes of Star Trek: Discovery and enjoyed myself. Just know that five-year-old me loved Worf because my mother, a huge Trekkie, made watching TNG (and DS9 and the rest) the family night event – but I was too young to remember most details and as I grew up I was definitely the Star Wars kid. Still, have seen most of the movies, am one of those causal fans. And you bet your butt I was loving every second of the Klingon scenes (with subtitled Klingon).

The other thing- as someone who read all of Honor Harrington, the fact that our protagonist was introduced as the XO of a star fleet commander, a black woman with the name Mike (okay, Micheal, but still) and who is very closely related to some very important people (Ambassador’s ward/Queen’s first cousin) – I am amused.

crocordile replied to your post:
Prompted by @cycas: Fingolfin and Hador … Hador is…

Heget i’m laughing, this is lovely hahahahahaha

i love the anticlimatic end, beautiful XD

And Hador and Fingolfin having this familiar attitude in close quarters!! yeah!!

Okay, but in an hour or so Fingon is going to be showing symptoms of lactose intolerance, so it’s not like there isn’t a explosive less anticlimatic ending. And yes! Fingolfin and Hador might not be Finrod and Bëor (or Finrod and Beren, or Turgon and Húrin and Huor), but they are very much bros. If they were in a modern AU, they would watch football together. I couldn’t decide who would be the Davos to Fingolfin’s Stannis, but Hador is applying for the position now.

option 2) anything with any of the three brothers princely :’)

Okay this doesn’t count as ABSOLUTELY NO ANGST, but the fic that will happen that does have young Elwë, Olwë, and Elmo hanging out with the other young elves and getting drunk and finishing the roof of a building has to wait a few days until I finish the next chapter of “Of Ingwë Ingweron”. But! here’s the scene from said WIP of that chapter (it’s right before the Finwë & Uinen scene):

In his family hut, comforted by the familiar smell of smoke and wood ash, Elwë held his younger brothers close, one tucked under each arm, listening to their even breaths as they finally fell asleep, exhausted from worry over the terrible lightning and evidence of distant terrible battles they still knew little to nothing about. He cradled his brothers and thought back to when they were young and small, thankful that even now with all into adulthood he was still much larger than either Olwë or Elmo. Sitting with his back against the wall of the hut, they had been able to squeeze all three onto the sleeping shelf, and Elwë had draped his favorite blanket over his brothers and lap, covering their feet. Unmindful of the patch of drool or the sharp elbows digging into his side, Elwë held them tightly and stared out the doorway. He could see the reflections of the lightning and fire against the waters of the lake. “Sleep,” he whispered to his brothers. “I will guard us.”

Look! cuddling! that counts, right?