In The Silm Trashcan

What if it was the opposite?

Like, you have stories where a sad thing happens and an elf cries for a hundred years, or where courtships last for decades, or what have you. Let’s run with that: part of the whole immortality deal is that elves’ emotional responses don’t attenuate as readily as humans’ do.

New relationship? The “heady infatuation” stage lasts for years, not months.

Heard an awesome song? Hearing it for the hundredth time is just as moving as hearing it for the very first.

Favourite food? Eat it for every meal and never get sick of it.

Like, a fashion trend kicks off and instead of moving onto the next big thing, elves make it The Only Way to Dress. As great as this is for mortals who love retro clothing, imagine Crocs and silly bands being popular for a century. Adult elves who still sit around trying to persuade their friends to trade a giraffe band for what they swear is a phoenix but is really a regular bird.

This doesn’t just apply to clothing so have some elves who never grew out of their scene phase. Emo elves who seriously introduce themselves as Ebony Dark’ness Dementia Raven Way or some similarly overwrought name.

And those among us who have known the Eldar, and maybe have loved them, say on our side: “There is no weariness in the eyes of the Elves.” And we find that they do not understand the saying that goes among Men: too often seen is seen no longer. And they wonder much that in the tongues of Men the same word may mean both “long-known” and “stale”. ‘We have thought that this was so only because the Elves have lasting life and undiminished vigor. “Grown-up children” we, the guests, sometimes call you, my lord.

tolkien character posters • glorfindel

i lost my gold lining once, it came back. stronger than ever and i’m ready to try again

Thorin:

┃┃╱╲ in this

┃╱╱╲╲ house

╱╱╭╮╲╲ we love

▔▏┗┛▕▔ & appreciate

╱▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔╲

the feanorians

╱╱┏┳┓╭╮┏┳┓ ╲╲

you own three offroading vehicles. you cannot remember officially purchasing one. you do not have titles for them. you have four offroading vehicles.

the sun disappears for months at a time. you wake up in the dark. you leave your home in the dark. you return home in the dark. the darkness is ever-present. it blankets you. it comforts you. do not think about what is in the dark 

the sun doesn’t set for months at a time. it follows you, heavy and sullen. you cannot hide from it. you cannot escape. it follows. it waits. you may never sleep again.

you wear flannel and xtra tuffs over jeans and a t-shirt. is this is what you have always worn? you can’t remember. your closet contains nothing else.

tourists are everywhere. they leave a trail of garbage behind. they flood the roads. they choke the rivers. they are in your home, smiling, cameras ready. you cannot escape.

you are constantly reminded how small and insignificant you are by the mountains and the tundra and the endless sky. you feel like you are alone, but are you really? the cracking in the forest suggests otherwise.

the state promises you money every october. the check disappears before ever being deposited into your account. you own five offroading vehicles.

there are sounds outside your home at night. your security lights blink on but there is nothing there. your nearest neighbor is half a mile away.

you drive a vehicle that has a new dent every few weeks, whether you’ve hit anything or not. you don’t walk anywhere. you drive and drive and drive, but you have not arrived at your destination. there are only the mountains.

Obsessed with contracts

Required to follow the letter (but not the spirit) of the law

Really good at exploiting loopholes

Range from semi-helpful to openly malevolent

So in a prompt I was asked if I thought the Doom of the Mandos was fair and I swear I tried to just say ‘no, I do not think it was.’ However, it is almost midnight and before I knew it I had ranted on like a conspiracy theorist written a lengthy arguement about the doom in which I go from ‘well that’s not very nice,’ to ‘this moral compass seems to be a bit off,’ and straight on to ‘seriously Namo, WTF.’ I do believe that part of their “doom” the Noldor brought upon themselves through their own actions. However, I have numerous issues with the Doom of the Noldor ranging from the Valar’s questionable authority to their dubious motives and excessive use of force.