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Oh, Ammë.

Ammë, I'm so sorry. 

Forgive me. Your brother's blood was still caked on his sword when I knelt before Fëanáro and swore myself to him. Ata had left and still I knelt and closed my eyes to the murdered (my kin, your family) on the sands and on the boats. If I have an excuse it is that Ata turned back so quickly and I was unready to rule, was afraid that Fëanáro would seek vengeance for Nerwen's choice.

Please remember I was young and afraid and had not planned for any of this, least of all the leadership that had dropped upon me so quickly.

Forgive me. I spoke no truth to Elu Thingol, let him receive me as kin and let the sand cover the bodies. I encouraged him to show goodwill to those who murdered and instructed my brothers and sister not to talk. It was Angamaitë who was right, I think, but never I said that to him. If I have an excuse, it is that surrounded by enemies I thought we would all be crushed without Thingol's fellowship and I could not allow that possibility. 

Please remember that in court I was taught diplomacy and not war.

Forgive me. I went hunting with Maitimo and Macalaurë, many trips, and broke bread and sang and slept under the stars. I called them friends and never we spoke of what happened on the white shores. If I have an excuse it is that all we held was by a fragile alliance I swear heard regret in Macalaurë's songs and saw it upon Maitimo's face.

Please remember I was preparing myself to be king when I never thought I would be and that that was a weight that I thought would crush me if I didn't allow myself friends.

Forgive me. I received Curufinwë and Tyelkormo as cousins and as friends when I knew Curufinwë would defend the slaughter to his last and Tyelkormo would never allow himself remorse. I welcomed them and theirs, once murderers all, and made my home theirs. They showed me friendship and I sought and found comfort where I knew I should not have. 

I have no excuse.

Please remember how dark the world was as I felt it closing in on me, felt my Doom draw nearer each morning I woke. Please remember I was lonely and frightened again. Please remember the power of simple pleasant memories and familiarity. 

we’re going to have highs in the 20s F all week here in lovely Minnesota…it’s snowing right now. no but actually, a 20 degree temperature drop between two days is rough, friend *wraps you in a blanket*

Oh no m'dear, if I could send you our missing twenty degrees I'd give it to y'all who would appreciate it more. *tucks several heated blankets around you*

and there are always the cesare/lu reblogs :D

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Luthien had resigned herself. Not to unhappiness, no - really, she felt fortunate - but this wasn't the life she'd dreamed of, either. Celegorm could be kind (just as he could be cruel), and Finrod was a blessing, but just the same. It was not like her home, where she was free to dance under the trees, secure in the knowledge that her mother's girdle kept them safe. Here, sometimes it seemed that nowhere was safe. 

And then he arrived, short and dirty, battered and unassuming. A mortal man, no more. (Or perhaps, no less.)

The look on his face when he saw her was not unfamiliar. Luthien was not so modest as to be unaware of the effect she had on people. What was unfamiliar was the little jolt in her chest, like her heart had jumped towards him and beat a little faster for the effort. He came towards her as if in a trance, his eyes wide, only to stop a good five paces away. Luthien did not move, neither closing nor broadening the distance between them. 

"Lady," he said, and if his voice was rough with disuse it was also low and pleasant. She wanted to step forward and knew she should step back, and did neither. He seemed torn between looking away and staring. Luthien could feel color rising in her face and was too aware of all the eyes that suddenly seemed to be watching them, specifically. "I am...Beren, son of Barahir."

"I know," she said, and saw embarrassment flash across his face just as she realized how that might sound. "That is...I was listening when you introduced yourself to Finrod." 

"Oh," he said, and fell silent. For a moment, they hovered on the edge of something; Luthien feared to guess what. 

"I have to go," she said, and turned away, exiting the hall in a hurry. Part of her hoped he would call after. He did not. Her heart fluttered like a nightingale.

maaaaybe arwen? i’m not sure she’d count as “well-behaved” in-universe, but fandom does have an unfortunate tendency to complain about how passive she is :/ also idk if you’ve read/seen FMA, but trisha elric comes to mind

I've been thinking about Arwen, but her most known role is in the movies where she does take up a sword, rather than in the books, where she embroiders the banner.

me: *mom, not nom

me: i do not have my own finrod

(only sort of followed the prompt whoooooops)

"How dare you use her name against me?” 

Celegorm’s voice carried at least a hallway away, loud and unmistakably furious. Beren almost turned around right there, but then he thought of Luthien and was suddenly worried that she’d gotten on the wrong side of her husband’s temper. She seemed - oddly fond of him, but Beren was still uncertain and could not be easy with the fact that Celegorm seemed to accept their - arrangement - so casually. He hurried down the hallway and turned the corner, trying not to think about the wisdom of getting between a Feanorian and Luthien if they were fighting. 

i’ve watched most of it and i enjoy it a lot! it’s pretty silly and there are lots of seasons on netflix