Half As Well As I Should Like

Chapters: 18/? Fandom: The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Amras & Amrod & Caranthir & Celegorm & Curufin & Fëanor & Maedhros & Maglor (Tolkien), Fëanor/Nerdanel (Tolkien), Fëanor & Fingolfin (Tolkien), Fëanor & Írimë | Lalwen (Tolkien), Fëanor & Findis (Tolkien), Fëanor & Finwë (Tolkien), Fëanor & Míriel Þerindë | Míriel Serindë, Fëanor & Original Characters, Celebrimbor & Fëanor (Tolkien), Daeron/Maglor (Tolkien), Daeron & Fëanor (Tolkien), Fëanor & Finarfin (Tolkien) Characters: Fëanor (Tolkien), Fingolfin (Tolkien), Findis (Tolkien), Írimë | Lalwen (Tolkien), Míriel Þerindë | Míriel Serindë, Curufin (Tolkien), Original Characters, Celebrimbor (Tolkien), Amrod (Tolkien), Amras (Tolkien), Maglor (Tolkien), Maedhros (Tolkien), Caranthir (Tolkien), Celegorm (Tolkien), Daeron (Tolkien), Nerdanel (Tolkien), Elrond Peredhel, Finwë (Tolkien), Rúmil of Tirion (Tolkien), Nienna (Tolkien) Additional Tags: Complicated Relationships, Father-Son Relationship, Past Character Death, Reconciliation, Grief/Mourning, Palantíri (Tolkien), Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Brothers, Brother-Sister Relationships, Valinor in the Fourth Age of Arda (Tolkien), the dead very gently haunting the narrative, Healing, Past Trauma, Letters, Grandparents & Grandchildren Series: Part 13 of meanwhile the world goes on Summary:

Fëanor shrugged, studying the contents of his wine glass. “Something must be done about that house. It will fall down eventually.” “It does not follow that it must be you that tears it down single-handedly. Are you sure you do not want help?” “It’s not as though I have much else to do. I need to build something new there,” he said after a few moments. “To do that, I must first clear away the old and broken things.”

I thought about just tagging this 'nuff said, but it's not.

I want to say something to all of the women under 50 on this site. Ready? You do not have to be over 50 to start taking up space.

I nod, setting down my chalk and spellbook. “It does sound like there might have been a bit of a misunderstanding.”

“She took against me, that's what happened,” the dead girl says with a scowl. She looks about fourteen, round faced and spotty, with whisps of brown hair peaking out from under her mob-cap. Her face and her crossed arms have a tell-tale bluish tinge to them. A cholera death.

“I been here for don't know how long and never gave any trouble. Nobody ever complained about me 'till her.”

…well, that's not strictly true.

Number 12, Barclay Street has been attracting rumours of haunting since the mid nineteenth century.

Sounds of faint singing and crying in the corridors at night. Cold spots. Doors that open and close by themselves. Animals acting strangely. Harmless, mid to low-level stuff, typical for a bored teenage poltergeist.

Still, pointing that out isn't likely to achieve much, and certainly the most recent complaints of blood running down the walls, screams in the dark and paralysing night terrors seem distinctly out of character.

The ghost toes the chalk again, more tentatively this time. It stays resolutely unbroken.

She could get out if she wanted to. I'm not one of those assholes who brings out their full arsenal of wards and sigils for a first meeting with a level 2 spectre. The summoning circle will keep her in one place for as long as I need her to talk, but it wouldn't hold for a moment if she really fought against it.

I take it as a good sign that she's still here. Pouting or not, she's clearly willing to work with me.

“None of the others could do this,” she says. “None of 'em even saw me.” She looks up. “Are you here to exise me?”

“Exorcise,” I say instinctively, and curse myself when she flinches. “Sorry, no, no! I don't exorcise people from their homes without good reason, not if they're happy where they are.”

“I was happy. Till she started calling in all them ghost hunters.”

Mrs Delaney had been quite persistent in her attempts to 'fix' her haunted house. Most of the people she found were charlatans, of course, but I'd still arranged an appointment as fast as I could once word reached me. It wouldn't have been long before she happened upon somebody with Talent, and unfortunately not everybody in this field knows how to behave like a professional.

“I think we might be able to help each other,” I say, careful to keep my voice calm and level.

“Don't see how. Not unless you can exorcise Her.”

“Not quite what I had in mind.” I pull out my phone and scroll through my photos. “You say that you're not the cause of the most recent incidents of paranormal activity?”

A pause. The ghost gnaws on her lip. I wait, patiently, keeping my body language open and nonthreatening. “I… I knocked her coffee cup over,” she admits at last. “She was being mean and talking on her telephone, saying I done all these things when I never did! So I decided to show her what I could do if I wanted.”

“Hmm.” The ghost eyes me nervously, as if expecting me to pull out a book, bell and candle and banish her on the spot.

“I only tipped it,” she adds. “I didn't break it or nothing!”

“You shouldn't have touched it at all,” I say sternly. “But… I can appreciate that you were frustrated, so let's say no more about it.”

The ghost looks relieved.

“My point is,” I continue, “if you weren't the one making blood rain from the ceiling or tormenting people in their sleep, then what was? There's no other ghosts on the property.” I find the picture I was looking for. “You can get anywhere around the house, right? Including behind the furniture and in the backs of cupboards?”

“Yes'm.”

I hold the phone up so that she can see the picture on the screen. “I'm going to let you go free in a moment, and I need you to see if you can find anything that looks like this.”

The ghost wrinkles her forehead. “What's that when it's at home?”

I went to a lot of effort for this.

Next up someone is going to claim that the Narnia series isn't kids books.

*Is repeatedly called the worst parent of all time for daring to not be glued to her kids 24/7

*Smeared and slandered as loving a jewel more than her own kids (in contrast, a male character who actively led to the death of his own kids over the same exact jewel/s including one of his sons being burned to death as a direct result of said male character's COMPLETELY unnecessary act of spite is very VERY seldom called out for preferring the jewels over his children by the same fandom).

*Is called worse than two mass murderers because the two mass murderers are men who are depicted as hot and traumatized.

*Keeps facing claims that she only thinks about herself and no one else, despite her choice being a deciding factor in saving the world from a tyrant demigod who would have destroyed it all if no one would've managed to get other demigods to intervene.

*Keeps facing claims that she's a bad mom for "abandoning her kids" while her husband who was on the exact same mission she went on has "abandoned his kids" first and never faces any backlash for it whatsoever. At all. Genuinely never.

*Keeps facing claims that her actions, which result in the survival of every mortal in the entire world, aren't important enough to be away from her kids for any length of time, despite her actions being directly canonically supported by a benevolent demigod who shared in the knowledge of what THE (Also benevolent) CREATOR OF THE UNIVERSE has planned for the future.

Eowyn was embracing life and healing.

Prompt: Work and craft for day 4 of @tolkiengenweek

Summary: In which Finrod remakes Nargothrond, and Nerdanel remembers her losses.

Sequel to Renewed.

Rating: G

Word Count: 1k

“Tell me of Nargothrond,” Nerdanel says in the morning cool of her workshop, warming clay between her hands.

“It was—” Finrod begins, falters. His hand seizes upon air, upon words, and closes empty. A silence stretches. 

“Not all that is remembered need be spoken,” says Nerdanel gently. He is not the first to return to her workshop without words with which to speak the memories that ache within.

Finrod’s brow furrows, and images half-shadowed slip through the doors of her mind, hesitant. A glimpse of a garden beneath stone starred with lanterns; the coronet of a pillar shaped like living leaves, ever unfurling; ceilings rising into darkness domed with stars; waters falling from shadows into rivers runnelled through rock; the emerald eyes of serpents gleaming above a throne—

He sighs, ragged, and sags against the table. 

Nerdanel presses the clay into his palms and cups his hands in hers. “Not all that is remembered,” she says again, “need be spoken.”

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You obviously do not have to be a UK or Clacton citizen to do this poll it's not the actual bi election.

I just want to see what the world thinks

Chapters: 6/? Fandom: The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Celegorm & Daeron (Tolkien), Celegorm & Eluréd & Elurín (Tolkien), Daeorn & Eluréd & Elurín, Eluréd & Elurín (Tolkien) Characters: Daeron (Tolkien), Celegorm (Tolkien), Eluréd (Tolkien), Elurín (Tolkien), Ent Characters (Tolkien), Original Characters Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Amnesia, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-Second Kinslaying | Sack of Doriath (Tolkien), Found Family, Platonic Relationships, Kidnap Fam But Slightly To The Left, (no one is actually kidnapped but you get the vibe), Friendship, Hope vs. Despair, Enemies to Co-Parents to Friends, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Grief/Mourning, Curses, Lúthien haunting the narrative Summary:

-> Phonics For Adults <-

And some of the other progressive greats? JFK, FDR, and Teddy Roosevelt all came from long-established political dynasties

Change does not come from perfect individuals.

Also the further you move toward the poles the more pronounced the difference between the length of day and night is. Worst part of a far-north (or south) heatwave is it doesn’t get dark long enough for meaningful cooling.

I know a few people wanted me to try Eöl or Maeglin, but I was already working on this as a way to distract myself from the nightmare of a bigger project.

But wait, there’s more!