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tonystarks:

do you ever stop to think about how much of a tragedy it is when an elf dies? they can literally live forever unless they’re slain in battle. most of them are hundreds or thousands of years old. they’ve seen all the history of middle earth, they’ve been part of so much of the history of middle earth. and when one elf dies, it’s literally obliterating an ancient and precious piece of history that you will never get back, besides the fact that it’s a sentient creature that just died. and elves don’t reproduce like the other races, their children are rarer, so their deaths are just… elves dying hurts me deep, man. it hurts me deep.

ooc:

Hello everyone! Happily (more or less) and safely on the right side of the Atlantic again, but the train wifi is a little spotty at best (and the assholes won’t give us the free coffee we’re supposed to be getting) so I might just take a nap and hope I don’t sleep past my stop. But if anyone wanted to, say, spam my inbox while I try and sort out my scrambled brain, that would be acceptable too, and then maybe I won’t sleep and wake up in Newcastle many hours from now. 

Many wizards at platform 9 3/4 this afternoon.

marthajefferson:

The Golden Gauntlet, Henri III of France’s armour (details), c.1550

narwafinda:

valiantfindekano:

"We make use of those. But I don’t understand this one. You just told me I was special twice. Where is the wit?" Fingon leaned forward, propping his chin on his hand. "Or is this an attempt at sarcasm? Are you saying I am not special?”

She moved her hands as if doing that would made the lord understand. “It is about you catching on, understanding what I am implying. You don’t really understand, do you? If I told the same thing to lord Maedhros he would understand in a moment.” Pauses. “Anyway, all this just proves how special you are, indeed.”

"Maitimo’s so full of pride he’d merely pretend to understand, and seamlessly change the subject just to secure his reputation.” Fingon frowned. “I think you mean to use it as an insult, but I can’t fathom why being special would be a fault. Isn’t it an insult to be considered ordinary? Indistinguishable? Forgettable?

narwafinda:

valiantfindekano:

"…" 

"You’ll need to explain this. In my language, words tend to have one meaning, and when we mean something different, we use another word entirely.” 

"Then, let me tell you, your language must be very boring. Can’t you make play on words? allusions? what about innuendo?"

"We make use of those. But I don’t understand this one. You just told me I was special twice. Where is the wit?" Fingon leaned forward, propping his chin on his hand. "Or is this an attempt at sarcasm? Are you saying I am not special?”

Anonymous ;  
Goodbye sky, turgonthewise

Tyelperion and Laurelin both light the streets of the city, though their silver and gold glows do not light it the same way; Laurelin is warmth and colour, while Tyelperion washes them in a clear, cool mist, like the light of the stars brought to them on the earthly plane. 

Turukáno notices it first—the mingling light changes, fades, the long shadows growing less distinct, as if one Tree has suddenly gone away like a candle blown out in the wind, and even as he expresses his confusion to Findekáno, darkness creeps up on them, engulfing them. 

They’ve been told stories of Cuivienen since they were old enough to understand the concept of an other place, and though they remain still, words suddenly lost to both of them in the wake of foreboding that comes with the absence of light, that is where both of their thoughts turn—to their ancestors awakening under starlight, except that had seemed like a beautiful memory, and if this is truly reminiscent of anything of that ancient past, then surely it is the dark terror they know overcame the First Children. 

narwafinda ;  
Daddy, there is special and there is /special/. Which are you?

narwafinda:

valiantfindekano:

"I don’t understand. Is it not the same word?" 

She sighed and rolled her eyes. “Yes, it is the same word but! Listen to me, listen to how I pronounce it the second time, the stress I put on it; it means something different, of course.”

"…" 

"You’ll need to explain this. In my language, words tend to have one meaning, and when we mean something different, we use another word entirely.” 

narwafinda ;  
Daddy, there is special and there is /special/. Which are you?

"I don’t understand. Is it not the same word?"