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  1. Public Bookmark 2

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    "But there is one detail none of them have noticed, or at least none have recorded: in the upper left corner, in the very first panel showing Fëanor as an infant, Míriel's small watching figure is not looking at her son. She is looking down at her own hands, at the invisible needle, at the act of weaving itself, horror and disgust gnashing teeth across the pale threads of her face. As though she already knew."

    Miriel Þerinde sews a tapestry, puts on a show, and muddies the waters.

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    29 Nov 2025

  2. Public Bookmark 14

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    "'The Elves of this land were of a race strange to us of the silvan folk, and the trees and the grass do not now remember them. Only I hear the stones lament them: deep they delved us, fair they wrought us, high they builded us; but they are gone.'"
    - The Lord of the Rings

    Held in the dungeons of a tower he himself built, Finrod Felagund draws strength from the stone.

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    27 Nov 2025

  3. Public Bookmark 17

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    A collection of folktales told among the Elven thralls of Angband. Dedicated (rather shyly) to Fialleril, without whose Tatooine stories I would never have written these.

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    27 Nov 2025

  4. Public Bookmark 16

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    Amarië turns to face him, frowning in mock reproach, the urn still cupped between her palms. “It was a gift, Finrod. A token of sisterly love, carried all the way from Middle-earth for your sake. And you said you wouldn’t object.”

    “I said if she could convince you – I didn’t think she actually could!”

    “Well then,” says Amarië primly, “we’ve learned something about making assumptions, haven’t we?” And she turns back to the mantel.

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    27 Nov 2025

  5. Public Bookmark 8

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    He makes swords. They are for his own House, for the battle to come; this is permitted, this is according to his orders. If he forges more weapons than he has warriors to wield them - well, is there such a thing as being too well-armed? Ah, and his hammers turn in his hands as they never did before; his blows do not land true. So many of these swords are ill-made, unbalanced; they will not serve, he must not give such unworthy metalwork in offering. If he sets them in the armories of Gondolin, it is only to allay suspicion.

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    Maeglin explains himself to the dark.

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    27 Nov 2025