tolkien said we will put one morgothbillion theological puzzles inside this dead wife. ok well what if the dead wife killed herself for sheer love of the game

Had an extremely vivid dream last night that Maedhros was going around very officiously with an egg telling everyone that this was "my egg #myegg" (yes literally like that) including Fingon who was invested in detaching him from the egg maybe? Anyway somehow this was all about gender in the eighteenth century and in my dream I was very much nodding along because yes of course the egg subverts gender. Somehow. Anyway in case you were wondering where I'm at.

basically I imagine Maglor as the world’s greatest crisis counselor, with a silver tongue that can talk someone down from almost any ledge because he knows how to make anyone feel understood, feel reassured, feel absolved, like they're the most important person on earth and he'll have their back until the day he dies, and even if the other person knows him well enough to understand that it's all just an act, it still works--but he hates doing it. he'll spend two hours teasing the dagger out of someone's hands and at the very end, just before he leaves the room, get the urge to say "you know, the throat is more reliable than the stomach. don't call me next time."

my sons ranked from most to least hard to love

[feanor discussing curufin voice] autism be damned my boy can work a forge

[curufin discussing celebrimbor voice] autism be damned my boy can work a forge

Welcome.....to gay elf city.

Himring is vaguely middle finger shaped so Maedhros simultaneously gets to say fuck you to Morgoth and be a little psychosexual about his fortress because if you aren't a little bit weird about your ever-cold fortified monster are you really living