#nargothrond

been going insane about orodreth recently. he never wanted to be king. he was never equipped to lead nargothrond, much less while still grieving the death of his brother. he knew he was a placeholder, a band-aid on the bullethole of the inevitable assault of morgoth. he knew he was the lesser son of finarfin, the discount finrod, the one everyone’s eyes swept over. it was a relief to him when túrin came, despite half his council arguing against his battle plans—he wanted someone to tell him how to fight, how to rule, how to be what finrod was, what he never could be. he died nameless in a melee as nargothrod came toppling down around him, a ghost ruler of a city he had never been meant to have.