‘Indeed I begin to think that Elves and Men should not meet or meddle.’

Túrin said nothing, but looked long in Beleg’s face, as if he would read in it the riddle of his words.

Nellas of Doriath never saw him again, and his shadow passed from her.

The Decision

"Therefore it came into the hearts of Fëanor and his sons to seize all the ships and depart suddenly; for they had retained the mastery of the fleet since the battle of the Haven, and it was manned only by those who had fought there and were bound to Fëanor. And as though it came at his call, there sprang up a wind from the north-west, and Fëanor slipped away secretly with all whom he deemed true to him, and went aboard, and put out to sea, and left Fingolfin in Araman."

Day 10 - Across the Ages @tolkienfashionweek┃Years of the Lamps & Years of the Trees & First Age of the Sun

❝A marriage of soft fabrics and hard metal, both of fine quality, of exquisite detials. The pieces, seemingly from two contrasting worlds, of wild hunt and of courtly culture. And yet---- In many ways, they were different; in more, the same. She belonged in both; and in neither. Always walking the line inbetween. An outsider. And outlier. Unafraid to make a statement. Longing to stitch a place for herself.❞