I told the stars about you.

I simply lost the passion and joy this hobby once brought me ~2 years ago. I can no longer force myself to try, or to push through writers block.

I simply lost the passion and joy this hobby once brought me ~2 years ago. I can no longer force myself to try, or to push through writers block.

Anonymously tell my muse what the fuck is wrong with them.

Specify which muse for multimuse blogs.

Troubles always come hand in hand. That was a very true saying that Mandos had recently taen as his own personal mantra to deal with the amount of people, mainly Elves, coming to petition their grievances to him.

That had been especially true, now, for Aegnor son of Finarfin. He had been surprised at the beginning, he suspected something stirring from Feanor and his sons, so far very unrepentant and causing mayhem, but it seemed that the query was Aegnor's only.

Speaking of, he heard him step into his halls, head high and the anger one could hardly ever find in any of Finarfin's children.

He braced himself and welcomed him. "Aegnor Arafinwion, welcome to my halls. How may I help you?"

Bright eyes let Mandos’ as he took a step closer to his throne.

“You will offer Andreth the choice of an immortal life. Else I will remain here forevermore. And do not think I will always be content with mere petitions, Lord Nàmo.”

If Andreth had been here, she likely would have discouraged him from being so brash, so forthright. It was his siblings who were talented in the art of statecraft, in the subtle manipulations to bring another onto their side. Aegnor preferred the sharp forthrightness of steel, both in word and deed.

Troubles always come hand in hand. That was a very true saying that Mandos had recently taen as his own personal mantra to deal with the amount of people, mainly Elves, coming to petition their grievances to him.

That had been especially true, now, for Aegnor son of Finarfin. He had been surprised at the beginning, he suspected something stirring from Feanor and his sons, so far very unrepentant and causing mayhem, but it seemed that the query was Aegnor's only.

Speaking of, he heard him step into his halls, head high and the anger one could hardly ever find in any of Finarfin's children.

He braced himself and welcomed him. "Aegnor Arafinwion, welcome to my halls. How may I help you?"

“Have I ever come to you with a different petition, Lord Mandos? To restore Andreth to life - if she is willing - as you restored Beren?”

This petition had not begun until Luthíen had successfully brought back Beren from the unknown halls where the Edain passed to. And unknown they were indeed to Aegnor. He had searched every nook and cranny, every closet, every corridor, looking for where the Halls of Men were.

He had never found them.

Aegnor had assumed that such a thing was impossible but Luthíen had done it. That same hour he had demanded an audience with Mandos to ask for the same.

It had been rejected.

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Bite a man

He flushed and laughed.

( @anthxlogy - silly little thing for you.)

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She gives an offended huff.

“Beren, my star, my light, the love of my life, you are east of where I would prefer you to be.”

He laughed, pressing a kiss to the reddened mark.