wingedluminarytyphoon

Gil Galad's chief councilors and source of headaches.

woke: Fëanor was competing for Most Number of Kids against Finwë’s record. The Ambarussa were meant to put Fëanor solidly at 6-5 and ended up giving him a 2-point lead instead.

1. The court holds Google responsible for statements made by its AI, considering them Google's statements (search engines have limited liability for results in their engine as they're the words of other sites/companies/people), meaning when their AI lies/hallucinates they're liable for the defamation/harm resulting from those statements.

2. Google's defense that customers are generally aware of the lack of reliability and are responsible for fact checking was dismissed. As the court pointed out, that would "significantly diminish" AI Search's stated purpose and it can't be distinguished from Google's business practices/statements as a search tool.

3. Studies have found about 91% of Google's everyday AI responses are accurate, leaving millions of searches per HOUR with potential liability for falsehoods. 56% of correct responses weren't supported by the sources the AI listed. Both of which mean Google is now liable for a LOT more AI "errors."

4. Google was held liable for 80% of court costs in this case and this precedent is expected to reverberate around the world. This is a massive shift from the 3rd-party search provider role Google has previously played and it comes right as they've tied ALL searches to their AI search.

Star&White wings

ooo my ship✨

commission

Little comic about Gil-galad meeting the twins for the first time (and Elros making a good first impression)

A German regional court has ruled that Google is directly liable for false claims in its AI-generated search overviews. In this case, Google's AI had wrongly linked two publishers to scams and shady business practices. The court treated the AI overviews as Google's own content and rejected Google's argument that users were responsible for fact-checking the results themselves.

*reluctant sigh*

*scrolls back up*

Sudden feeling tonight for Elrond and the few things he was allowed to keep and claim from Maedhros and Maglor.

Years after the end of the First Age, he is used to people searching for bits of Lúthien in him, telling him that his hair shines just like hers under the stars. He is used to people saying he has his father's eyes, the same blue-green as the sea that Eärendil inherited from his own father.

Elrond is used to being a constellation made of tiny pieces of his famed ancestors: Lúthien's hair, Eärendil's eyes, Elwing's jaw, Dior's height, Turgon's expressions.

In the early Second Age, as he builds his life in the Noldorin court, those kinds of comments happen often. He meets more and more people who knew, from near or far, one of those ancestors. As they look at him, they see those kings and princesses lost to the ages. And Elrond does not fault them. He considers himself to be made of all those parts that once belonged to somebody else.

Yet, as Elrond continues to make a place for himself, most people do not see the eight-pointed star embroidered at the collar of his clothes or etched into the clasp of his winter cloak.

They do not see it, or they choose not to acknowledge it, because this claiming of Maedhros and Maglor is not something Elrond is supposed to do.

Elrond never claims them publicly and never speaks of them. But he cannot let them go altogether, either. He would never be allowed to publicly ask to be named as their son. The memory of their deeds is still too fresh in Elven memory, and it will remain so for centuries.

Yet Elrond cannot let them go.

So he claims the eight-pointed star for himself and puts it wherever he can. Maedhros and Maglor are a part of him as much as Lúthien or Eärendil, and placing those little stars upon his clothing is his way of making them part of the constellation of parents everybody sees in him.

Though few and far between, Elrond occasionally meets someone who sees Maedhros and Maglor in him more than any of his other parents. And those small similarities, he keeps close to his heart.

Galadriel's soft laugh as Elrond argues against another loremaster in Gil-galad's court. Makalaurë of old would have had the same opinion, she says, her eyes shining, lost in a memory lit by the Trees.

Ereinion's tired but friendly smile after a long day of court. Thank Eru one of us inherited Maedhros's silver tongue for diplomacy and patience for politics. I would have thrown my wine goblet at that Sindar's head long ago if you hadn't been here.

Celebrimbor's exasperated sigh as he follows Elrond out of his workshop after spending too long away from his bed, convinced to go eat in exchange for a song. You are as annoying as Uncle Maitimo. At least you're as sweet as Uncle Kano when it comes to convincing people.

Those comments, those similarities, Elrond keeps close to his heart. Because to him, they mean that Maedhros and Maglor made him theirs just as much as he made them his.

Still in pursuit, we followed the ball toward a small lake in Motor World that had been earmarked for a fleet of tiny bumper boats for children. The area wasn’t open yet, but the empty boats were being tested and floated on the surface. The ball soared over the grass and smashed into several of them, scattering the others with rippling waves from the impact, which launched some of the boats several feet in the air.

Charlie and Ken waded into the water looking for the hatch. After some difficulty, they got it open. Charlie pulled Frank out by grabbing him under his armpits like a baby. Frank crawled up the bank, coughing and sputtering. He splayed across the grass as we all stared at the ball, which bobbed in the water like it was attached to a fishing lure.

We did not ask for the inspector’s report, nor did we ever hear of one being filed. Ken Bailey returned to Canada. The snow-makers cleared away the PVC. Told to dispose of the Bailey Ball, they rolled it into the woods, where it remained for many years."

I like to draw little scenes from a universe where things aren't so bad, so here's some more Ereinion (and more)

A small sketch with russingon