for his valour was as a fire

Annatar shifts the knife to his left hand and flattens his right fully over Celebrimbor’s lower stomach, letting his palm mould to the shape. “I can feel it,” he says thoughtfully, shifting his fingers, feeling out the swell. “The shape of you inside. How the walls of your bladder have stretched, swollen and full. You are fit to burst.” *** Celebrimbor gives Annatar a knife and permission to restrain him. Trusting Annatar not to take things too far was probably not his brightest idea.

Of the stayed and the departed.

i’ve been in a big gil-galad mood lately. i like him as fingon’s child because he reminds me of fingolfin

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For me, it’s so hard to decide and I might make a post listing my top five or ten but if I have to pick quickly I must go with the “Morwen he had seen once” passage and Aerin’s burning of Brodda’s hall, both from The Children of Húrin. More generally I love many of the descriptions of creeks and streams.

(yes i know i spelt the fish name wrong in the drawing but i asked comrade maedhros and he said you fuckers care about spelling when the sacabambaspis fish is dead?!?!?)

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