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All I’m saying is “RIP Caranthir, how you would love the game Balatro” b/c am I wrong??!!

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Hi, I’ve been rereading the Silmarillion once again, and thought I might share my favorite notations I’ve made-

Ahem-

“Ilúvatar; main b-tch.”

“Melkor needs a choir teacher or a therapist… correction he needs both. If my dad told me that my art was bad I’d want to destroy everything he made too.”

“Hence the dwarves were created, without love of nature. Adding that to reason number 9,896,420 of why these b-stards should listen to their wives. This better not become a pattern.”

“Túna… welcome to Middle Earth, where we have names like Tulkas, Varda, Yavanna. Oh where is Tirion located? Túna. And to the left we have Greenleaf Greenleaf and on the right we have Mount Doom.”

“17 pages in and I am already confused.”

That’s all for now, I give more notes as I read further. :3

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How Can He Remain So Calm When His World Is Falling Apart.

(POV: Myra)

It’s hard not to see Éllya how anxious he ended up being, our father abandoned us and if you asked me, Loren would have done so long ago. However, Éllya remained fiercely protective of us, none of us made any of this easy for him, we were scared and lost. We had been bombarded by orc and dragon attacks, Thargelion was infested and overrun with darkness before its eventual sinking.

We were chased down; like a deer to a wolf. At least the wolf would killed for necessity, but these orcs wanted nothing more than to relish in the brutal slaughter. We jumped from camp to camp, Findan was a new born in a sling across our eldest brother’s chest. We had no other allies besides each other and what remained of Thargelion’s people, the remaining sons of Finwë had long since cut ties with us, accepting none of us.

Even when our family and country hated us, Éllya never cried, never cursed, always ensuring us that the best was yet to come. I have seen him cry a few times when he thought we were all asleep, whispering apologies to a suffering that he wasn’t the cause of, rocking baby Findan back and forth. If anyone of us had seen him, it became a silent rule; do not ever mention Éllya’s crying sessions at night, he won’t show it during the day, so under the stars is where he felt safest, I would be a terrible sister to deny him that.

The first winter was rough on us and Aeryn managed to break down the door to one of Celegorm’s hunting cabins, then he taught all of us how to effectively kick a door open without breaking anything besides the door. Éllya laughing at a few of our attempts was the first time we had heard him laugh in months and for a moment we were back to our normal routine in a way. That night we ate better than we did in a year and cracked jokes until our sides hurt, Findan was walking now, babbling incoherent words and making up new phrases. We fell asleep in a pile on the floor, fire crackling, and comfortable.

I was foolish enough to think that this would last.

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A Messy Reunion

When Irina returned from Middle Earth the year was S.A 230, she was only allowed back after admitting full responsibility for her actions during the War of Wrath. Before she left she had been married to a Noldorian elf named, Panyarë, and Irina had missed her dearly. She approached the gates to Tirion’s palace with great caution, the Valar may have seen her repentance but that doesn’t mean she would still allowed back home by her uncle, Finarfin.

The High King was already waiting for Irina’s return, arms crossed, though sensing her remorse, it wasn’t him she should be apologizing to. Standing behind him was Panyarë, her silver eyes were shot red from crying, her black hair cut short and tears streaked her face. Irina’s heart sank upon seeing her beloved so deeply hurt.

“Oh, my darling…” Irina started, her voice rough with emotion as she slowly approached cautiously, “I have hurt you, my love, please accept my apology, allow me to return to you.”

Panyarë stood there silently watching Irina and when she reached to touch her face she smacked Irina’s hand away before storming back into the palace. The centuries of abandonment and betrayal has turned itself into a bitter resentment. How could she forgive Irina after feeling so much pain?

Irina stood there, shocked by the reaction, yet there was still that loving determination to make things good between them. Finarfin put a hand on her shoulder, “patience is a necessary key, Niece, giving up will only reenforce her opinion of what you have become in her eyes,” he said soothingly, ushering Irina inside the palace.

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-Training with dwarves before battle, circa sometime during the War of the Last Alliance-

Findan, watching Anya (his future wife) training and taking down other dwarves: she needed to marry me yesterday.

Éllya, deeply concerned, giving the disappointed brotherly stare: she’s been slamming you into the ground; are you sure you aren’t concussed?

Findan, still thirsting over Anya: she’s perfect.

Éllya, horrified: we are not unpacking this… ever.

Myra, from across the yard: Dhëdhë is a hypocrite, Nyla, don’t let the elf who had a year long affair with a dwarf get you down!

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Loranorians know ancient dwarvish:

Éllya was the first to learn it out of spite to Thingol when he banned the use of Quenya in Beleriand, though stopped speaking it all together during the Second Age out of respect for the dwarves who offered what remained of his siblings a roof and food.

Similarly to Éllya, Aeryn was offended by the ban and was the most fluent of his siblings.

Tierdas knew bits and pieces and would normally have Aeryn or Éllya translate for him, he thought learning the language would be seen as a great sin to the dwarves.

Same with Idrissa, though the dwarves that she lived with in the war camps loved getting her to pronounce swear words.

Findan was conversational in ancient and modern Khuzdul, when he was living in Khazad Dum with his wife and daughters, he would often play small tricks on shopkeepers by pretending to not understand only to break out his fluency when he’s addressing his family. He primarily spoke Khuzdul with his wife and children and never learned Sindarin out of pettiness.

Akara had a lot of alone time in Angband and later in Mordor, so she learned to read and write in other languages to pass the time.

Myra had worked as a nurse for the line of Durin before her passing in the War of the Last Alliance, so she learned by watching and listening.

Loras only learned how to curse someone out effectively and in turn taught the dwarves in the battalion that he was a part of.

Irina can only read and similar to Idrissa and Tierdas, thought that knowing to speak the language would be a treasonous act.

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Loren and Findis’ nine children in order:

Akara- auburn hair, green eyes; aided Melkor in the taking of the Silmarils, resulting in Finwë’s death.

Éllyadhë (Éllya)- calico hair of auburn and black, violet eyes; allied with the Fëanorians until the second kin slaying, twin brother of Akara.

Idrissa- black hair, blue eyes; was the only one who was sent back to Middle Earth posthumously to simply be a thorn in Sauron’s side and stop Akara from being a problem and promptly returned to Valinor.

Tierdas- black hair, blue eyes; thorn in Fëanor’s side, twin brother of Idrissa.

Aeryn- red hair, violet eyes; thorn in Fingolfin’s side, is the only sibling that was made to cross the Helcaraxë and had used that as an excuse to avoid work.

Loras- black hair, violet eyes; just wants to return to Valinor to his darling husband that he misses dearly. (Can’t/doesn’t)

Irina- auburn hair, blue eyes; just wants to return to Valinor to her darling wife that she misses dearly. (Can/does)

Myra- black hair, (heterochromia) left eye/greenblue, right eye/violet; she lives on spite and rum alone.

Findan- brown hair, green eyes; the family baby, can do absolutely no wrong, except for the third Kin Slaying, but that was entirely an accident. Was the only one who had biological children.

Findis- black hair, (heterochromia) left eye/violet, right eye/greyblue; passes shortly after birthing Findan (Loren had already abandoned his children, leaving Éllya to raise his siblings alone)

Loren- auburn hair, violet eyes; saw his children with Findis as mistakes, even told them as much, and of course none reacted well to that. He blamed everyone but himself for their strained relationship.

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I Love That Girl, As Though She Was My Own Blood.

Ellyadhe Morindekano, the son of Loren of Tirion and Princess Findis of the Noldor, had lived in mostly irrelevance post First Age, living in a self imposed exile deep in the Misty Mountains. He had established a small stronghold Southwest of the Iron Hills with the blessings of the dwarf lords of the Hills so long as he wasn’t much trouble. And he never was.

“Forced to love, and to be forever heartbroken. In standing with your Feanorian cousins, watched them swear their oath, and stood by in their madness, shall be the last in your line. To watch your kin rise and burn in their own righteousness, you alone will watch,” the harsh words of Mandos seared in Ellya’s mind. Words he never forgot once in his suffering, as the once mighty House of Finwe fell, Ellya mourned with it, now they were broken beyond recognition.

The Houses of Fingolfin and Finarfin lived on through Galadriel and Elrond. Maglor, the second son of Feanor’s, whereabouts remain uncertain. Loren remarried during the First Age a few centuries after the death of Findis to Oropher’s elder sister, Lady Anura. Ellya never minded his step mother and welcomed his siblings with open arms, his response to Vantalle’s conception was surprising to many considering how close he was to Feanor and his sons. Of Loren’s nine children with Findis only five made it to the Second Age and only two made it to the Third. Ellaydhe and his younger brother, Findan.

Findan remained with their father, living in what is now called Mirkwood, he was too young during the wars to have much of a memory of them, much less be a soldier like Ellya was. Even during the War of Wrath, Findan was a field medic, and Ellya’s questionable hide on many occasions throughout the 42 year war. “I had to save that elf from himself!” Findan would proclaim during celebrations, and how Ellya wished to have that same bubbly brother back. The Battle of Unnumbered Tears haunted him now, that battle changed them all, he could still hear Aeryn’s plea for mercy as he was ripped apart by orcs, the twins, Idrissa and Tierdas suffered similar fates. Loras fought alongside their cousin Fingon against a Balrog, whose name had always missed Ellya. His brother and cousin deserved remembrance as opposed to the servant of Morgoth that killed them.

Despite all he’s gone through, here he was, holding a six year old grieving elfling to his chest, singing the very same Quendi song he sang to his siblings during his childhood in Valinor. His cousin by marriage, Thranduil, had just lost his wife and was struggling as it was when a village in Mirkwood was attacked by orcs. The sole survivor, the copper haired girl asleep in his arms, named Tauriel. Ellya kissed the top of her sweet head, “you are much, much stronger than you know, and you’ve already done me proud,” he whispered in Quendi. A language he will teach her in hopes of her being proud to speak it as he was.

Despite his rough past, he made a good father.