Here There Be Unicorns

A lost copy of a poem composed in the seventh century by a Northumbrian cattle herder – the earliest surviving poem in the English language – has been discovered in Rome.

Scholars from Trinity College Dublin (TCD) uncovered the manuscript that contains Caedmon’s Hymn at the National Central Library of Rome.

It is the third oldest surviving text of the poem, after older copies held at Cambridge and St Petersburg. Those other versions have the poem in Latin, with the Old English text added in the margin or at the end. The Rome copy is significant because it contains the Old English version in the main body of the text, reflecting the language’s growing status in the ninth century, said Faulkner. “The absence of the poem would have been felt by the readers, I think, and so that’s why it goes in.”

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A calm voice behind him spoke.

Celebrimbor turned.

"Come here," said Curufin, opening his arms.

Celebrimbor went willingly, climbing into his father's embrace.

"Perhaps next time, do not convince half your friends that your uncle eats children."

"They are not my friends," Celebrimbor said, and then he considered his father's words. "Did I do something evil?"

Curufin pressed his lips together, fighting a smile.

"Not really. I cannot deny that your description of your uncle was not wholly inaccurate."

Celebrimbor beamed.

He had known his father would understand.

"But Tyelkormo has never eaten a child."

"Ah."

"He merely enjoys being mistaken for someone who might."

Celebrimbor nodded gravely.

That seemed an important distinction.

Curufin brushed a dark curl from his son's forehead.

At that precise moment, another voice called from farther down the path:

"Tyelperinquar!"

The voice carried easily across the courtyard.

A moment later, someone strode into view, bright as sunlight, a hunting spear resting across one shoulder. Dust clung to his boots, and blood scattered all over his hunting attire.

The fleeing elflings saw the terrifying figure.

"He found us!"

"Don't let him take my heart!"

They screamed louder.

One tripped over a flowerpot.

Celegorm stopped dead in confusion as the children vanished around a corner.

“... What did you tell them this time?”

Celebrimbor's face lit up.

"Uncle Tyelko!"

Celegorm pointed at him immediately.

"No. Explain."

"What?"

"The crying."

Celebrimbor lifted his arms expectantly.

Celegorm snorted but shifted his spear to one hand and scooped him effortlessly from Curufin's arms.

Once comfortably accommodated, Celebrimbor looked up at Celegorm with immense pride.

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7. is there a fic you wish you received feedback on, but didn't get any/much? this ask game is asking someone else to then give feedback on said fic, pretty pretty please!!!

I am extremely lucky (and grateful!) with the comments that I get on my fics, but if I had to pick one fic that I wish had more love, it would probably be Five Nights at Formenos. It is a FNAF AU so I totally get why many people probably didn’t read it, but it's also got some of my best horror and really fun characterization for the Sons of Feanor in it and I am so, so proud of it.

As in, do any of your memories take place during the 90s (yes, a single memory from 1999 counts).

Rating: G

Summary: An unexpected letter during his lonely exile leads Maglor to correspond with his young cousin Celebrian who has many questions for him about their family alongside a secret plan of her own.

Chapter: 5/?

A/N: Written for Silmarillion Epistolary Week 2026

Dear Celebrian,

For once I don’t know what to say.

I have read your letter what feels like a hundred times since I received it, and I still cannot find words.

You are correct, I did eventually come to suspect you were planning a wedding yes, but I can safely say I never would have imagined that you had these kinds of intentions as well.

Having come to know you a little through these letters I can see that you and Elrond would fit very well, and I am beyond happy for you both. He deserves all the joy in the world after everything he has faced, as do you.

What you ask though is not something that is wise or advisable. I do not think I need to explain to the child of a son of Doriath the very many reasons why I should remain where I am, where I can cause no more damage, stir up ill feelings, or bring disaster down upon you.

I have no excuses for what I did under my father’s oath, there is no justification for it and it cannot be undone no matter how much regret and remorse I have over it. All the tears in the world cannot bring back the lives lost or ruined, I know that well.

My presence would bring nothing but pain and anger to those harmed by what I did, and I cannot bring that strife to Elrond, or you for that matter.

You offer me something that I cannot accept for his sake, and for yours. It is kindly offered yes, but it is not possible.

I don’t say this lightly; you have no idea how much I wish. . .

It is – it is a very kind thing you are trying to do Celebrian, and I see it is not only for Elrond’s sake that you are making this attempt, but you must see why I cannot accept.

It is better that I stay lost.

~Maglor

by polutropos (@polutrope)

Glorfindel finds his ex on the beach.

Teen, No Archive Warnings

I blame @crisis-of-florian for this.

Maedhros:

Maglor:

Celegorm:

Caranthir:

Curufin:

Ambarussa: