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excerpts from the ending scene of Iron-grip and Rage Bunny Hold Fast Ere Night Comes:

Angrod’s body doubles over the hilt of his sword, the point jammed firmly between the stones of the floor while his remaining hand slips with sweat on the bound leather of the hilt.  The torrent from the gash at his hip has slowed to a sluggish pace.  He can’t feel his left leg.  Angrod needs every reservoir of strength to not collapse to the floor.  There is little left of him now.

Aegnor holds the doorway, steel sword flashing ribbons of dark blood.  Bregolas died in the final retreat to the fortress heart, throat torn out by an orc’s claws.  Few are alive, except the ever-coming orcs.

“I think it time,” Aegnor hisses, liquid both bright and dark dripping from his limbs like had he stood in a rainstorm.  The beauty of the elves, we gore-covered fiends.  Our family would recoil in horror to behold us.

Angrod breathes in one last time, the acrid stench of Morgoth’s flames and Morgoth’s creations burning down his throat and lungs.  There is a song, short and powerful, to crumble the white walls of the fortress of Barathonion, one grafted onto every stone as they were laid.  All its warriors knew of its purpose, to deny the enemy a stronghold if the central northern heights were taken.  Angrod alone holds the key.  His strong hands placed each block, his voice -not as gifted as his brother or sister- had crooned power to each stone, inciting them to stand firm.  Or now, to fall.

It is a sweet lullaby, Angrod’s song, the melody he would hum as he cradled Aegnor as his brother wept from the bitterness of unattainable love.

A gift, Angrod thinks, to dead Bregolas, to all the generations of Edain he had befriended.  A gift to save your people, using the wisdom you have taught me.

We love you.

Aegnor laughs as the blackened walls of Barathonion collapse inward and out, crushing the hordes of orc and smothering the flames of the Dagor Bragollach.

Your specialty as a fic author: delicious, well-thought-out headcanons and backstories for minor characters.

Thank you, lovely anon, for this answer!

..not sure if the use of the specific adjective “delicious” is a direct reference to the Elwing is introduced to Falmari cuisine fic, because my gut feeling says it is. And minor characters (and OCs) are probably my bread and butter, though in my defense, I have written fics centered around Elu Thingol, who despite fandom prejudices, is one of the most central characters in the Silm and probably has some of the most page time second only to Morgoth – so it’s not only minor characters. Ah, who am I kidding? Characters so minor they don’t even have names, and I rush out like Batman seeing an orphan with crime-fighting potential to adopt them.

DCU (Or just Batman, if you’d rather)

Okay we’re going to narrow it down to Batfam, and narrow it down further into that weird Post-Crisis/Rebirth/decent fanon or we’d be here all night. (Conversely I could stick to individual books I’m following like Green Lanterns or New Super-man or the YJ tv show)

  • Favorite character: Jason Todd
  • Second favorite character: tie between Stephanie Brown and Cassandra Cain
  • Least favorite character: Joker, if we deal only with Batfam members: Gary Stu!Batman, Barbara Gordon- nu52/Rebirth version holds no interest for me. Post Crisis she’s growing on me as Cassandra’s adopted mother figure and she filled a great narrative niche as Oracle/BoP leader (a foil Amanda Waller?), Harper Row, Gotham Boy or w/e his name was
  • The character I’m most like: I hate these questions. uh 
 a less awesome Alfred
  • Favorite pairing: Bruce/Selina, Dick/Kori
  • Least favorite pairing: again, ignoring rogues: Bruce/his kids, Damian with anyone not his own age (young teenagers romantically paired with adults, even with the excuse of they grew up and the older person can now think of them as romantically viable is a disliked trope that also explains why Dickbabs can be a NOTP) I hate the most popular Damian ships pre nu52
  • Favorite moment: Stephanie slapping Bruce Jason’s backstory, original or gorgeous art Rebirth version – street kid jacks almost all of the Batmobile’s tires, is confronted by Batman and hits him with a tire iron he has no fear this sassy kid, doesn’t want to be a criminal just doing what he has to to survive, causes Batman to smile/laugh on the anniversary and at the location of his parents’ deaths, Batman has a son
  • Rating out of 10: it’s a goddamn mess I shouldn’t rate it above a five, but my heart says 7/10

Okay because I want to gush about them – Green Lanterns (I haven’t read all the issues yet)

  • Favorite character: Simon Baz/Jessica Cruz (you can’t make me pick one over the other)
  • Second favorite character: Rami grew on me, Dexstar the Cat is the best damn comic idea ever
  • Least favorite character: Volthoom
  • The character I’m most like: Jess
  • Favorite pairing: platonic or romantic SimonJess, Nasir/Sira
  • Least favorite pairing: Barry/Jess
  • Favorite moment: Simon coming over to make Jess pancakes and apologize- plus that entire issue showing how Jess’s anxiety is a daily struggle, Simon trying to heal the leader of the Red Lantern of his rage Jess punching Guy out
  • Rating out of 10: 9/10. great characters, a good introduction into Green Lantern stories without being a complete starting from scratch 

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Haha! Someone wants to be encouraging! 😀 Well, this is supposed to be all about bragging, so let’s get to it. And I’m going to make myself look at my recent works and pick a quote from each.

“We are surrounded by strangers wearing our loved ones’ faces,” Faelindis said. “What a strange torment.”
(Release from Bondage- Chapter 10, cheating here as this was one of the first lines I wrote from this chapter more than a year before I finished it)

She runs a hand over his brow, pushing aside the almost iridescent golden hair. “Tirion is full of sour, quarrelsome people who make you unhappy to be around. It is better for you in AlqualondĂ«. You should stay here. You are beautiful here.”
(I’d cheat and link all of Pearl because it’s so short, but here’s the part I consider the best)

And from Soldier:  

Aereth leaned over to look down the hallway, then back to Bñn. “I will have someone teach me the new word shapes, and I shall write to you until you have leave to visit the city once more. Write back to me; I have friends among the Green Elves that chose to stay inside the Girdle’s safety, and they have friends among the March-wardens. Address letters to me and I to you. They shall ensure the letters are received. Speak honest words, hide no shameful secrets. I would have the respect of your honesty instead of pleasant friendship built on falsehood.” Bñn made as to start a protest to her words, but Aereth frowned and rose her dirt-stained hands in a blocking gesture. “I desire to believe you, and believe no foulness rests under your fair seeming. I,” her voice faltered. “Write to me, Bñn.”

 He wanted to see the sky. Somehow, he knew if he could look up at the sky, even if it was dark, even if it was raining, he could see her.

đŸ”„ all five of FinwĂ«’s children

FĂ«anor is a would-be fascist, certainly isn’t a champion of free-will (a control freak who mistrusts, betrays, and murders anyone would disagrees – or just doesn’t give sole loyalty to him- is not a champion of free thought), is not a good father, and is all-around loathsome. What little sympathy I had for his character shriveled a long time ago. His Tirion speech makes my soul shudder and that the ‘deeds worthy of song’ speech, while pretty out-of-context, has as its context the statement that he feels absolutely no shame or guilt for attacking and stealing from innocent non-violent neighbors and allies and will brag about the infamy of it – that makes the quote absolutely vile.

unpopular opinion meme time, i am not pulling my punches

Findis is more interesting and easier to write than some of her siblings, at least for me. I have very clear ideas of her personality and what she does in Valinor. She had to face the ugliness of her half-sibling and doubts about the legitimacy of her parents’ marriage and her very existence on her own until Fingolfin’s birth. 

Fingolfin’s fruitless attempts to try and win his half-brother’s tolerance, while laudable for trying to be the decent man and understandable because of the imperfections of family and heart, still were a waste. The Flight of the Noldor was wrong, there was never the formal atonement and gesture of apology, I cannot divorce him and the Noldor from the imperialistic grossness. Still he accomplished far more than FĂ«anor ever could against Morgoth and didn’t lose sight that the goal was to fight and try to injure and inconvenience a God of Evil. 

Lalwen was one of Fingon’s only other friends, the family member who stood by him, shared her hobbies with him, was placed by Fingolfin as Fingon’s adviser and regent following his death, and Fingon rebelled against having to defer authority and kingship to his aunt and sent her away. 

Finarfin was politically savvy. He wasn’t a coward. The act of admitting his was wrong and turning back was astronomically braver and showed the moral strength and sort of attractive personal qualities that no duel or fancy words with disgusting subtext can come close to. He was closer to his brothers-in-laws.

Indis and her children >>>>>>>>>>>> Finwë > Fëanor

I wish you would write a fic where…Emeldir fights alongside Barahir.

Barahir falls in love with her when they are both ten, and she shows up for beginning lessons on how to hold a shield in a tunic that is too small over a pair of too-big trousers stuffed into the tops of her boots and rolled thrice at the waist as to not fall off her skinny hips. She brings her own shield, painted bright green. Lessons on holding sticks are saved until next month’s instruction, and they must train for at least one full planting season before sticks are exchanged for dull pieces of metal. Barahir doesn’t realize what he feels for Emeldir is love until years later as she holds a green shield above his body to protect him from arrows, his own shield shattered at their feet. “We were taught to use our shield to protect our heart,” she tells him later. “That is exactly what I was doing.”

Barahir sulks off into the woods to find a moss-covered stone to sit on and attempt to compose heartfelt love songs to match the suave poetry of how Emeldir declared her feelings. Eventually he gives up and trudges back to her house, feeling as if he had returned to the awkward days when his beard first grew in. She meets his eyes with the same cool aplomb he envies and admires, and for a second Barahir worries he misunderstood her declaration. “Dagnir is leading a party down into the plains to hunt for enemy spies. You are the first warrior I want by my side,” he tells her. Emeldir nods. Then, before his courage deserts him, Barahir blurts out. “I want to fight by your side.”

Emeldir blinks slowly. “You said that.”

“I mean it! I mean, what I also meant was I want to be by your side. Always. I love you. I think I always have.”

Emeldir thinks he is ridiculous, and stubborn, and oblivious, and beloved.

Linda bc you belong to the Lindar and bc you are a ‘linda’ in spanish/pt B)

muchas gracias

and aye if I had the choice of Elwing I feel I’d have tempted to make the same, and pledge my loyalty to the people of the forest and sea, even if I am not a fair voiced singer – in fact but very rarely have ever raised my voice in song but armed with the knowledge of my voice’s unsweetness. But as much as I love the Vanyar, I know the company of elves I most adore.

here here for anons that are sweeties 🙂

hello – would you do sigils for the valar (i know they wouldn’t have had any) at all?

Aside from Melian (and technically the princess tutu inspired ones), here is the (animated!) sigil I made for the Valar as a whole with colors and sections for each. It’s not a full sigil for each Valar, though I suppose perhaps one day I could try something. honestly it’d best need be be something abstract in structure

Hi! I just wanted to say thank you for your Vanyar and Indis posts, because when I first read the Silm, I had the very distinct impression of Indis as very sun-bleached, very tan, and quite buff. I’m not saying she could probably bench-press Miriel, but… okay yes I am saying that. And I had forgotten that after I dipped my toe into fandom. So thank you!

Thank you! Not just for the message but taking the time to send to my inbox. Yes, Indis Appreciation! ♄♄♄ She was one of the first characters in the Silm that I fell in love with, and I hunted through HoME for more info about her. So tall, buff, very athletic Indis is very canon (as opposed to slender petite MĂ­riel).

And any positive focus on the Vanyar is always a good thing – they deserve it 😉

Your original characters, and your way of gapfilling. I <3 your CuiviĂ©nen fic!

Original characters and gap-filling describe 90% of my Silm fics 😀

Yay, the CuiviĂ©nen fics! it’s a bit of an oddball stylistically, not to mention that gap-filling of a less than popular characters or place, again OC and headcanon heavy, so I fear it doesn’t generate reader interest of love -so thank you for sharing your like of it! (More incentive to finish chapter 5 wherein I finally get to the naming of Indis)