peaky blinders (2014 | 2019, colm mccarthy | anthony byrne)
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felt the need to make this we need this post on here
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wild thing to say about your deceased father
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After the destruction of the Havens, Círdan is certain that he will never see Elrond and Elros again—and for a long, long time, he doesn’t.
At first there are letters from Maedhros, sometimes threatening, sometimes pleading, always vague about the condition of the twins. Perhaps this is intentional. Perhaps, says Gil-Galad, he means to keep us in suspense. But Círdan is old. He has played this game before. In his letters to Maedhros, he asks only for the return of the bodies.
But even this request Maedhros will not answer. Months pass. There are no more letters. Gil-Galad takes matters into his own hands, organizing search parties, offering bounties, and after a few years his efforts are rewarded: Hunters report two small, dark haired boys playing in the hills near Ramdal. But when Gil-Galad sends his men to investigate, the children flee from the high king’s banner and vanish into the forest.
It wasn’t them, says Círdan. Elrond and Elros would not have run. And Gil-Galad, exhausted, is finally forced to agree.
The hunt for the twins never ends, officially. Sometimes Gil-Galad searches alone in the woods, and when he returns, Círdan speaks gently of grief. But when that grief is abused—when pretenders come forward, and forgers demand ransom, and at last the Enemy Himself baits His traps with missing children—then Círdan is forced to be stern. The twins are dead. There is a funeral. A stone is raised in their memory at Sirion.
Only later will Círdan remember the songs. No, not songs—lullabies. All those years that they searched for the twins, lullabies were suddenly, maddeningly popular. Everyone was singing them, and if Gil-Galad had traced the music instead of the reports, he might have had better luck.
But Círdan never hoped for anything more than bodies to bury, and while Gil-Galad might believe that the twins were alive, the best he could imagine for them was a small, dark cell. That they might be well—
That they might be loved—
That they might show up at the gate one day, cold and proud, demanding entry to the keep in lisping Quenya—
Even Círdan never thought that the Fëanorians could be so cruel.
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in reference to this post:
admittedly i'm not the right person to make this meme since i'm not really well-versed in the lore lol
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It's a unique type of frustration when you agree that a character is deeply flawed but other people keep missing what's actually wrong with them and assigning them new flaws that they don't even have it's like free my man he did none of that. He did a bunch of other shit tho.
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@finweanladiesweek DAY SEVEN: FREEFORM - THE DAUGHTERS OF FËANOR (AU - GENDERBENT):
Under the light of the Trees in days of old, Nerdanel bore Fëanor seven daughters. In Sindarin, their names were rendered as Maedhros, Maglor, Celegorm, Caranthir, Curufin, Amrod, and Amras. Mighty were their deeds, both fell and fair, and great was their shadow over the First Age.
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where's Crucifixion Kaiba on this easter
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