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Inside of You, In Spite of You – ThouShaltNot
I am hidden memories that you seek
I am the sun before you see me rise
I burn still when you close your eyes
I am the soul that never dies when flesh is weak
Tyelko was watching him closely. He could feel his elder brother’s gaze heavy on his back as he pulled the greaves over his forearms and slid the light mail over his tunic. “Turco, stop staring. I’m not going to leave without you.”
“…do you feel something?” He asked, suddenly. “Something – in the air. Ill-omened. I feel as though-“
“How often must I tell you,” Curufin said coolly, “That you feel too much? Come, Turco. Do you truly expect us to be beaten by some pitiful Sindarin whelp too overproud to realize that he has bitten off too much?”
He could almost hear Turco twitch. “If I don’t come back-“
“Of course you’ll come back,” he said, sharply. “Unless you plan to flee with whatever rabble are left. Come, Turco, enough. Go gather your men. It is time this farce was over with.”
After his brother was gone, Curufin looked toward the shadow of the forest, just on the horizon. A cold smile flickered around his lips. “And now your doom, little king,” he murmured, softly. “If any feel dread this day, let it be you.”
Mama – My Chemical Romance
Mama, we're all gonna die.
Mama, we're all gonna die.
Stop asking me questions, I'd hate to see you cry,
Mama, we're all gonna die.
Curufin found his mother instead of his father, and nearly froze when he saw her there. He raised his eyebrows, covering his surprise with a droll tone. “—Amil. Is something the matter?”
“You are leaving too,” she said, seeming unsurprised, but pale with unhappiness – or resignation. He narrowed his eyes and read her decision in her eyes.
“I would not leave my father to face the Enemy alone,” he said, with pride. “You cannot expect me to, surely.”
“You will never return here,” she said, and her voice had something fell in it. “None of you will ever return. Only ashes and dust.”
He looked at her for a few moments, and laughed, suddenly, a queer and unnatural sound. “Well then, in the end, I hope you will remember to mourn us well, Amil,” he said lightly, almost flippant, and turned to look elsewhere for his father.
Greed – Assemblage 23
Avarice, the muse that guides you
You are the sum of what you gain
But it won’t buy your soul redemption
The kind of wealth you can’t obtain
“Was there ever any so cold as you are?”
Curufin smiled, barely, looking out at the water, the color of the burning ships just visible out of the corner of his eyes. Caranthir stood just behind his shoulder, and Curufin could feel his tension, vibrating with the urge to lash out. He waited.
No blow came.
“Speak, damn you,” Caranthir snarled.
“No,” Curufin said, and flung his torch into the water.
Miseria Cantare (The Beginning) – AFI
Love your hate, your faith lost
You are now one of us
Love your hate, your faith lost
You are now one of us
He found his son brooding in silence just a few days after the landing, and looked down at him, fighting not to be scornful. “What troubles you, boy?” Sympathy, he reminded himself. He is your son. Balance discipline with reward. You must be certain of him when the time comes.
Tyelpe was very still, almost motionless, and did not look up. “—you would think it weak.”
“All the better, then, that you tell me and I will make sure that you do not…expend your energy on foolish worries.”
“I was thinking of mother,” he said, of a few moments. “I suppose I didn’t understand how far…until now.”
Curufin paused, considering how best to answer the boy’s concern. He felt no regrets, himself, but he had years of discipline to gain that edge. The boy would need time. He was barely even grown. “You are not her son,” he said, finally. “You are not hers. You are mine, and you belong with me. In leaving, you have only followed the path a son should take. She chose to remain, and thus chose to lose us both. That is the end of it.”
“Am I just supposed to forget?” He sounded almost angry, and Curufin flushed.
“By all means, remember if you wish,” he snapped. “But I will never tolerate self-pity, especially in you. I cannot allow my only son such weakness. And that is all it is. Weakness. As all emotion.”
The Life and Death of Mr. Badmouth – PJ Harvey
No kind words are coming out of your mouth
Plenty goes in but nothing good comes out
Badmouth, sad mouth, you were an unhappy child
That doesn't make your lying tongue alright
In the dark, he watched the ships burn, and saw it over again.
The night before, he’d seen Telvo creep out of the camp and onto the ships. He’d stood in the dark and seen his younger brother planning to betray their father. He’d nearly gone, then, to speak to him, to pull him back and remind Telvo of their duty – but then his father came to him with the torches.
He’d hesitated once, standing next to the hull of the ship, but in the emptiness of cold emotion, the place he found best for action, where he thought most clearly, he saw it.
Telvo made his choice, to return in servitude. Telvo could return in servitude if he wished, but he would not let his father be wounded by such a betrayal. Perhaps Mandos would take his sacrifice well.
Let him be the almighty judge of that, if he so wished.
The hull of the ship took some time to catch, but once it did, the blaze seemed to reach all the way to the stars. If he heard screaming, faintly, from the hull, he turned his head aside and said nothing to no one.
No one else realized until the morning.
The Curse of Fëanor – Blind Guardian
I will always remember their cries
Like a shadow which covers the light
I will always remember time
But it's past
I cannot turn back the time
(I) Don't look back
There's still smoke near the shore
But I arrived
Revenge be mine
If he had ever had any faith in the Valar, it died now. It died here, and now, on this small hillock in the middle of nowhere, with his father.
For the first time, he wanted to weep and his eyes were dry. He could have risen then, he thought, against Manwë himself, and been afraid of no retribution. He could have struck at any of the Valar, and his hatred would be enough to make them kneel, because they had brought his father low. And it was all over.
It was all ending, because his father was dead, and the world could turn no more, and the earth could not possibly continue to make its cool passage through the seasons, not now that his father, the greatest of the Noldor, had died.
Ashes and dust. His heart ached and he hated the feeling more than he hated any other feeling, because all he wanted was anger and bitterness, not the sorrow that came with them.
“Revenge, father,” he whispered, alone with what remained of him, as his brothers dispersed like grains of sand at the winds. “I swear I will avenge you. I swear it. By my life and death, until the world shall cease, I swear it.”
Varulven (Werewolf) – Gamarna
German!
The forge was no joy to him, not any longer, not with the memories of his father’s teachings, and life itself seemed joyless if it were not for his promise. He would not be forsworn. He would make his way, succeed, alone if he had to.
It was the sword he loved. The sword, and the power.
It intoxicated him, discovering – not for the first time, but perhaps more than ever – the power he could have over people. He could bend them to his will with no more than a voice. Just as his father had done.
It was that power that he delighted in, the ability to bend words to his will and by bending them, people as well. Makalaurë might have the singing voice, but Curufin doubted that he would ever have Curufin’s gift, all the same.
It was those times, speaking with passion, even when he hardly felt anything, left cold by his father’s death, that he felt it, and exulted as his father filled him.
He could feel his spirit with him at those moments, and went dizzy with elation, buoyed up by his father’s whisper of yes, yes, that’s it.
It was intoxicating, heady as wine; he grew heavy with it, and yearned when it was gone only to feel it again.
Hope On Fire –
Gotta fight gotta strike
'cause there's no turning away
From what you don't want to know
Gotta see gotta be
If they're all going astray
Don't let them take you in tow
“Curufinwë,” Maedhros said, tightly, “Do not – please, do not make enemies of our cousins.”
He leaned back, lounging, eyes half closed in apparent laziness, his long hunting knife across his lap.
“I do not try,” he drawled. “They seem to dislike me, for some reason.”
“You are deliberately provoking Findekáno. If you force him into a fight-“
“I force him into nothing, Maitimo, I assure you.” A chilly smile flickered around his lips. “Whatever he does is entirely of his own will.”
“He outranks you,” Maitimo said, nearly desperate, “And may be High King someday. Listen to me-“
“Not if I can help it,” Curufin said, softly, settling one hand down on the table lightly. “Not if I can help it, brother mine.”
Butterflies & Hurricanes – Muse
Best, you've got to be the best
You've got to change the world
And use this chance to be heard
Your time is now
Change everything you are
And everything you were
Your number has been called
On nights, he went out and lay under the stars, listening for his father’s voice on the winds. He rarely felt anything, but when he did, he tried to find the words to say everything he had never said when Fëanor was alive.
“We are doing what we must,” he would say, “Doing what we can to win your war.”
“I would never do anything less than everything for you,” he would say. “I am giving you everything, this everything. We cannot but succeed.”
“They may always be weak,” he would say, “But I will stand strong for you as long as I live.”
“I killed many orcs today. The sword you made me was warm in my hand, their blood was sticky between my fingers. I thought I could feel your spirit in me.”
He accepted the silence, because the Valar had bound his father so cruelly away, accepted that as proof that their traps held his father yet. He continued to speak anyway, in the privacy of the dark, but never quite managed with all his words to say what he meant.
“Father, I miss you,” he said once, or began to say, and then fled, almost as though he was frightened of the secrets his mouth revealed.
Too close.
Oblivion – Patrick Wolf
O my stubborn son
I know that you said you need no one
But don't you see danger, danger, danger
Leading to oblivion
“You will listen to me, boy!”
He hated that his son could make him lose his temper, lose control. He hated that his own son should be the cause of this kind of fury. He hated that he had not recognized his authority slipping away until it was far too late. “Leave this forge,” he said, stridently, “Leave this place, for all I care, but you will listen to me.”
Celebrimbor looked up at him, gaze cool – so much like his mother. When had that happened? How had he missed it happening? Damn Finrod, damn Morgoth and his machinations, and now he’d lost his son – but no, he would not give up.
“No,” Celebrimbor said, his hammer in one hand, and his knuckles white. “I am no longer a child, father. You cannot simply expect me to obey because you say so. I will not speak against Findarato. I know what you are doing, and I find it despicable.”
Rage burned through him, and he nearly, for a moment, wanted to strike his son. Tyelpe didn’t move, did not back down. “—think on it,” he said, at last. “Think on what you are saying about where your loyalties lie, if you truly wish to betray your family, betray me-“
“I am not the traitor,” he said, and Curufin could only pretend he had not heard. If he had turned back, he thought he might have killed his only offspring, and there were still things he would not do.
Winterhearted – Xandria
One of us is winterhearted
One of us is cold as ice
One of us is breaking hearts
And it's not me
It was because of Tyelpe that he thought of his wife for the first time in centuries.
He found the ring, tucked away in his room in a secret place, that he had not looked at for so long. It had never been an easy marriage. But nothing that was easy was worth having. And she had given him a son.
A son that was now turning against him. He closed the ring in his fist and looked at the wall, remembering her face, as white as the walls when he told her that he would leave, and told her that she could come with him and be damned, or stay and never see him again.
If she had ever loved him, he thought, maybe she had realized it then, but she had still said nothing. “No,” she said, and asked for Tyelpe.
He comes with me, he’d said, cold and uncompromising, and her head had snapped back as if she’d been struck.
She thought him cold, perhaps, as so many others did. Needlessly cold. She was a fragile thing, it seemed, sometimes, light to the touch and the eye.
“He is my son,” he said fiercely, to the wall. “Not hers. Mine. I made him.”
Celebrimbor’s eyes were too much like his mother’s. It was her that all this trouble came from. Only her.
The Last One Standing – Ladytron
You said you said I made a bad decision
I said I made a mistake
Failure without recognition
But how would I know
Know of what consequence, had I first seen
Finrod knew his time was up. Curufin could see it in his eyes every time he faced his cousin, and it would only be a matter of time before everything fell into place. Only a matter of time. However, he had summoned Curufin today, and sat in his throne.
As if he needed the reminder of his own authority.
Curufin smiled.
“You called?”
Soon enough. It was lucky for Finrod that Curufin had always been very good at waiting.
Snakes On a Plane (Bring It) – Cobra Starship
So kiss me goodbye
Honey, I'm gonna make it out alive
So kiss me goodbye
I can see the venom in their eyes
They stared at each other across the table, nothing but hostility in their eyes. “By all means,” Curufin purred, softly. “Tell me why that is a better alternative. I’d love to be enlightened by your infinite wisdom.”
“It’s not strategically feasible,” said Finrod in his quiet and reasonable voice. “We don’t have the resources, or the time.”
“So you would be a coward?”
Finrod stiffened. “Any who accused me of cowardice should also be a fool, Curufinwë. Recall that I am not suggesting an entire retreat-“
“Of course not. Only that of all the strongest fighters,” He said, dryly. “You wouldn’t want your throne stolen, after all.” He heard the ripple of laughter behind him with satisfaction, and watched with pride the irritation on Finrod’s face, just for a moment.
“Perhaps,” he murmured, not letting his cousin say a word. “It might be best if you kept yourself to …domestic affairs. I will manage the battles.”
“If nothing else will assuage your bloodlust, Kurvo,” Finrod said, tightly, and Curufin smiled his thin and dangerous smile.
“I wouldn’t want you to make yourself squeamish, my lord.”
Another ripple of laughter, and Finrod turned away in anger. His satisfaction only grew.
Silver Tongue – Sonata Arctica
I never saw anything so white
Call me Ishmael, if it ain't a lie.
I am blinded by your revealing smile
I can only be guilty of an innocent try
You think you are right, in a way
It is something I hear every day.
It was coming to the time when he would have to break with his father.
He stood, hidden by the crowd, and listened to him speak. He had always been intense, some would say fanatical. Always a perfectionist, hard and stern and never compromising. But he could see now what Curufin was doing, and it made him sick.
Systematically turning Finrod’s people from him. Making him weak, a laughingstock. Forcing Finrod to either fight back, and risk losing, or maintain his cool and appear weak rather than aloof. His father would force Finrod out, sooner or later.
He stayed in his forget, for the most part, but he heard enough. And he wanted no more of this.
But all the same…perhaps it would never go so far. Kurvo tested, yes, but Findarato was strong in his own right, and had to be aware of what was happening. Somehow, he would find some way to combat it, and his father would back down.
All the same, in his heart of hearts he thought he knew there would come a day when he would have to make his choice for once and all, to remain by his father’s side or to turn away, and he dreaded facing that day more than anything.
His father’s voice rose, and Celebrimbor turned away, desiring distantly that he could go back to seeing nothing but his father, but it seemed that this days it was more and more a snake looking out of Curufin’s eyes.
The Heart of Everything – Within Temptation
Open up your eyes
Save yourself from fading away now
Don't let it go
Open up your eyes
See what you've become, don't sacrifice
It's truly the heart of everything
Turco seemed slightly drunk, his body loose, sprawled across a couch. The bandage around his arm was staining through, slightly, but he seemed to ignore it. Probably in part because of the wine he was downing in gulps. Curufin watched him, almost amused.
“—we’re going to die,” Turco said, suddenly. He didn’t sound like he was joking. “We’re going to die, Kurvo, and go to the everlasting darkness.”
“Does that scare you so much?”
Tyelko thought about that for a few moments. “Yes,” he said, eventually. “Yes, it does. I like being alive.”
“So do most,” Curufin commented dryly. “You are no craven, Turco. Are you?”
“No,” he said, vehemently, and drunkenly. “No. m’not. –aren’t you worried about it?”
“No,” Curufin said, and honestly. “I do not…seek it, for certain. But if I should die – I would always have been happy to die in Ata’s name. And more so now that he is dead. I would consider it an honor to fall honoring his last wishes.”
“…you’re mad, Kurvo,” Tyelko said, blurrily, closing his eyes. “No one – thinks like that.”
“His life is worth all of ours,” Curufin said softly. “Twice over,” but his elder sibling was already asleep.
You’ll live in fear because you’re told to
You’ll fall in line if you are wise
We’re only here to help protect you
From the tyranny of compromise
“I can’t do this,” Tyelko moaned, his head slipping forward into his hands. “I can’t.”
“Why not?” Curufin leaned forward and laid one hand over his brother’s. “This changes nothing. This changes nothing at all.”
“I can’t,” he said again, helplessly, and Curufin stood, coldly.
“What are you, Turco?”
“…a son of Fëanor,” he said, after a few moments, though his face was still in his hands.
“Then have some damned pride in yourself,” Curufin cried. “Think a little less of his so called worth and more of your own. You wanted this. Don’t you still?”
“Yes,” he said, “Yes, but I didn’t – I’d rather kill him myself than like – this.”
Curufin hissed, and glanced over his shoulder. “—Tyelko. It is his choice. You need to stop – thinking of this as murder. He chooses to leave alone, his death is on his own head. It is just the same as going into battle without a host, for stupid, stubborn, pride. It is nothing admirable. It is nothing good. You deserve this.”
“Maedhros-“
“Is not here. Listen to me, brother. Have I ever led you wrong?” He could feel his eyes burning. “The world is ours, Tyelko. It has always been ours. Only have the bravery to reach out and take it.”
He saw his brother’s face harden. “—ours,” he said, softly, and then louder. “Let this be done with.”
Crashing Down – Heather Dale
Where are all the things you fought for?
All the dreams you shed your blood for
Are they shabby now and fraying at the seams?
They spoke together, with one voice. Finrod watched Curufin’s face, however, and wasn’t sure if he felt more sadness or anger for the depth of this betrayal.
They spoke well, that was undeniable. They would not have won them over otherwise. Part of it was Curufin’s previous machinations, but even that was only part. This…this was something new, something in the power of both of them together, but it was Curufin holding the reins.
He understood, after a fashion. Their Oath held them. But it did not make this hurt any less. Could not.
“Enough!” He cried. “If you fear too much to follow me, you of this city, then I will go alone.” He threw the crown down, and looked defiantly directly into Curufin’s eyes. “Let no one say that I do not keep my oaths. I abdicate my throne, and let this madness be done with.”
He thought he saw, just for a moment. Curufin smile. It was a terrible and bitter thing.
Betrayal and Desolation – The
instrumental
In the end, Finrod left with twelve others, and Orodreth took his place. Curufin stood at the gates and watched them go.
Others came, too, perhaps chastened, realizing that they had somehow been duped. He watched them with little interest, waiting for the party itself to approach. Thirteen elves and one man, against Morgoth and his lieutenant. A fool’s mission. A fool’s promise.
In another life, he might have pitied Finrod. But at the moment, he was just in the way.
Riding past, Finrod paused, just a moment, and glanced at him. His eyes were icy blue, and Curufin did not try to smile. “Die well, cousin,” he said, softly enough that only he and Finrod could hear.
“They will know what you have done,” Finrod said, low as well. “They will know, and they will turn on you as well, just as they have on me. Remember that, cousin, when your turn comes.”
The rest passed in silence. Curufin looked through them all, thinking. Orodreth was weak. It could not take long to take all effective power out of his hands. And so he would do.
His life for your will, father, Curufin thought, and felt no response.
For the first time, a shiver of uncertainty ran down his spine.
It passed quickly, but the memory lingered for much longer.
Noldor (Dead Winter Reigns) – Blind Guardian
Condemned and betrayed
Now everything is said
See my eyes
Are full of tears
And a cruel price
We've paid
But still I can't claim
That I'm innocent
Finrod was dead.
Finrod would be dead.
Curufin paced back and forth in his rooms, glanced at the door to be certain it was locked, looked out to window and saw no one. His dreams were dark and bleak, and he was disturbed by them, as little as he cared to admit that. Something in them was evil, somehow. He had never dreamed before, or never remembered them.
It was as though a chill wind was blowing through his very bones, and he had no power to stop it. For the first time since he had found his voice after his father’s death, he felt…empty.
Not guilty. No. Finrod’s death was his own fault, and nothing more. He had that conviction.
His son spoke to him tersely, if he spoke at all. Tyelko had sunk into a brooding melancholy that it seemed impossible to shake him from.
Something had to be done. Something had to change.
Perhaps it was Finrod’s words. When your turn comes.
Was he truly so willing to die?
Jane Doe – Within Temptation
Told the truth she laughed at you
Something snapped inside
She had to go or they would know
all you tried to hide
He coveted her from the moment he laid eyes on her.
It uncoiled in his chest, dark, thick and heady; a taste bitter and like salt on his tongue.
“Let me go.”
She looked up at him, her face streaked with tears, blue eyes reddened slightly with long weeping. He considered her, and saw her slender white hands, folded over each other, shake slightly.
“My lady. What could I do to earn such a greeting?”
“Let me go, Curufin. This has lasted long enough.” She stood, face still proud and beautiful, oh beautiful, even tear stained. “I have nothing to offer you. There is nothing I may do for you.”
“And if I free you, what will you do?” He shook his head, putting a note of rueful reproach in his voice. “I cannot conscience it. We will speak later.”
“Wait,” she began to say, but he closed the door softly, pretending not to hear.
Greedy – Ophelia of the Spirits
Take me down
There is nothing you can say to make me love you now
Look around
All the voices of my dying dreams are silenced now
She turned her head away. “You have nothing but hate in you,” she whispered. “You are nothing but a black cloud full of hate – you can never give anything because you have nothing to give.”
“If all I am is hatred, why am I here with you?” He reached out, gently turned her face toward him, waited for her eyes to sink into his. “I am not what you think I am.” He made his voice soft, gentle, willing her to surrender.
“Then you are worse,” she whispered. “Release me.”
He released her, stung. “Your pride will be your downfall,” he said, not quite sharply. “If you consider yourself so wise, consider what you are turning down. I have everything to offer you. Your Man is likely dead.”
“I could never desire you,” she said, after a short silence, “Not when you stink to me of hate and death. I would sooner die than ever have to spend my life with you.”
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plus a few extra that didn't make it to the final ahaha.(http://www.mediafire.com/?boxd4cz6eda58)If you'd prefer the zip file, just let me know!
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Individual songs is just fine. :) I'll go listen to them, then, and start on proper commentary! ^__^
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tl;dr-ing on this segment...
Curufin can be rather creepy, sometimes... His first line makes me laugh a little, though - and feel bad for Celegorm, especially because - despite Curufin's confidence - he's right. They're not making it out.
Mama
Aha... poor Nerdanel. :/ While this song doesn't 100% fit the Feanorions and their relationship with Nerdanel, there are some parts that fit so well, and just... ouch. :/
Curufin is still a bit creepy at the end, but... I feel like he's covering for his own being unsettled by his mother's words. He seems the sort to do that, doesn't he? Cover up any of his own insecurities, etc., I mean.
Greed
I'm taking it that you're definitely going with the version of the scene from the Shibboleth here? Where Feanor, Curufin and a few others go burn the ships, with Amras still inside? I could definitely see why Caranthir would not be pleased here, either way, depending on what had happened just before this scene.
Miseria Cantare (The Beginning)
I suppose it really speaks to the disconnect Curufin has with normal emotions and bonds, the way he interacts with his son. And it comes back to bite him, I suppose -- he tries to make his son exactly like him and refuses to allow for the fact that Celebrimbor is different, and though he thus tries to ensure Celebrimbor's absolute loyalty, he fails in the end... I feel badly for Celebrimbor, here, because he's caught between a rock and a hard place when it comes to being himself and trying to please his father, it seems.
Still, once again Curufin comes aross as chilling, the way he coldly calculates what he needs to do to produce the effect he desires in his son. I really, really like this one.
And not just because I have a major soft spot for Celebrimbor.The Life and Death of Mr. Badmouth
Speaking of chilling... though that first sentence makes me wonder if, perhaps, he really does have regrets, though perhaps he does not consciously acknowledge them and suppresses them...
The Curse of Fëanor
His father is his everythng. And regardless of Feanor's intentions, it all comes back to him. And Curufin sees his father not as a model but as a god, in a way...
Ashes and dust. His heart ached and he hated the feeling more than he hated any other feeling, because all he wanted was anger and bitterness, not the sorrow that came with them.
I really, really like this line. Like -- a lot.
Varulven
Ooh, I like this song. Irrelevant, but yes. xD
I also like this one - the insight into Curufin's change, how he leaves behind the forge for the sword and power -- and the beginning of his 'inner Feanor.'
Hope on Fire
Oh Vienna Teng, you have such lovely songs and a pretty voice~
Anyway, I love the contrast and conflict here between Maedhros and Curufin (though you start out calling brother number one Maedhros and switch to Maitimo - I am not sure this is on pupose?). Their differing goals and viewpoings here... And how Curufin acts like he so totally is not seeking to manipulate anyone, and whatever gave you that idea? Insert creepy smile here.
Butterflies & Hurricanes
I /also/ really like this one. The particular quote from the song you pick seems to work well for what Curufin thinks Feanor would want from him. I like that he goes out and talks to Feanor and that he flees as soon as he finds himself beginning to admit deeper feelings and secrets - how he just /can't/ admit everything. Also? His conspiracy theory about the Valar makes me giggle. It shouldn't, but I think it's just what he thinks of them amuses me somehow, for whatever reason.
Oblivion
♥ Celebrimbor. :(
"I am not the traitor,” he said, and Curufin could only pretend he had not heard. If he had turned back, he thought he might have killed his only offspring, and there were still things he would not do. <-- I really, really like that part.
And it's sad and yet fitting of the Curufin you paint here that he blames absolutely everyone but himself for this. This plus the next one do make me wonder what Curufin's wife must have been like, too.
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Also really like this song...
His continued blame of everyone but himself... :/ Such tantalizing hints, though, about what his wife must have been like! I do like that he still has his ring, though, hidden away but kept with him nonetheless and brought with him with every move, from Valinor to Middle Earth to Mithrim to the pass whose name I forget and then to Nargothrond...
The Last One Standing
:( *hugs Finrod*
Snakes On A Plane (Bring It)
This song. <3 xD Never will it cease to amuse me.
Though still... poor Finrod, outmatched in the arguing. Perhaps Finrod is too nice, has always been a bit too nice, but it doesn't help that he's up against Curufin, the cold and very good at using words like daggers. And yes that's totally a title.
Silver Tongue
More hugs for Celebrimbor here. It's always rough when you come to the realization that those people (especially your parents) whom you viewed as infalable, as your role models, are imperfect and not as good as you'd like to think they were. When you start to see your parents / older siblings / whomever you idolize as real people full of flaws. And it's even worse if they really truly turn out to be something like Curufin here -- something you do /not/ want to be like at all.
The Heart of Everything
I love this song. ^__^ Hell, I love this band...
Anyway. Is the alternating back and forth between Turco and Tyelko on purpose? Or just because it doesn't matter what name you use to refer to him?
And ah, Tyelko's right - no one /does/ think like that. Except for, of course, Curufin. It's interesting - the loyalty he holds for Feanor and the esteem he holds Feanor in would both be admirable charactertics for, say, a captain in the service of a great king or some other such non-kin yet still commander and subbordinate relationship, especially if the commander were some great hero. For instance, Hurin & company at the end of the Nirnaeth, when they're holding ground so that Turgon & co. can escape -- that sort of sacrifice of 'your life is worth far more than ours, and we'll willingly sacrifice for you' is considered laudable and heroic. But here? The way Curufin feels does not get such acclaim - though that is, perhaps, in large part due to how he chooses to act upon it...
Chosen
Curvo's persuasion techniques are admirable in a dark way... I like that Celegorm has doubts - scruples still, if you will... kinda -- and I like how Curvo goes in and brings him round. Even if I'm hoping all along that Celegorm will tell him to stuff it. xD; But this is another one I really like -- I like the ones with Celegorm & Curufin, with them conversing, because I like what it shows of their individual personalities and their relationship together.
Crashing Down
She has a very pretty voice, too...
;___; Ever version of this scene ever makes me want to hug Finrod and kick Celegorm and Curufin. This is no exception.
Betrayal and Desolation
Braveheart FTW, but oh so fitting here...aasdfjkl;. I love that exchange right there. And I love the brief uncertainty and and... <3
Noldor (Dead Winter Reigns)
My brain inserted the word "correction" after the first sentence. xD; Anyway. Given Finrod's words to Curufin in the end, it is unsurprising that he is haunted. Perhaps he is guilty, though he refuses to acknowledge as much. Perhaps he senses that his place is now tenuous at best and the long descent is imminent. He turn is indeed drawing near.
Jane Doe
I really like the description in that second line. :( And I want to hug Lu.
Greedy
"Your pride will be your downfall" <-- lol!irony! Aha. Sorry. xD That just made me giggle. But Luthien's assessment of him, while not 100% accurate, as there are other things in there, too, besides hate, but -- it's nonetheless apt, in a way. He so often retreats to hatered and external blame.
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Re: The Shibboleth: Heh, yes. The version of Ambarussa I RP with takes that as canon, and it was through RP I first got my exposure to the Silm, so that's just kind of built itself into my head all along. And more pseudocanon! About Caranthir being more close to the twins than to the rest of his brothers.
And again in his relationship with Celebrimbor. Curufin, I think, believes that his way is the right way and also, because of his own Daddy Issues with his intense and kind of insane obsession with Feanor (more pseudocanon!) believes that a good son should always be absolutely loyal to his father and no one else. Therefore, he sees any deviation as an unforgivable betrayal and struggles a lot with the fact that Cele is different and thinks about things differently. At the same time, I think he wants to make sure that his son is "strong" and resilient, and thinks the way to do that is to avoid being what he perceives as over-emotional. In my head, at least, Curufin kind of perceives emotion as weakness, and that's why he's so cold so often. He's all about suppression. XD
Augh! I am so bad with the name switching. >> It's out of habit, mostly, and RP again, and sometimes depends on if it's narration or speech - but yeah, a few people have pointed that out to me and I kind of continue to fail at it. So sorry about that. >>
Curufin will always think that Valar >>>> Feanor, for truth. XD
I am a fan of Curufin and Finrod's relationship, I have to admit, in all of its terrible glory.
I also ship it sideways augh, my head and thing for hateships.I feel so sorry for Finrod. What happened to him is really despicable, and worse, I think is that at least in my head Curufin really does convince himself that it's not only justifiable but Finrod's fault because he could have said no and could have stayed, so nyeh. But at the same time, as in the later drabble - he still had doubts, sometimes. I know that the Curufin in my head (oops, sound like a crazy lol) often says that if things had been different he might have admired Finrod, if he hadn't gotten in the way of what Curufin thinks his Daddy wanted, and thus had to go.Again, Curufin and Feanor. I don't think Feanor ever even wanted that much slavish loyalty, but Curufin is really...well, obsessed. Feanor can do no wrong and therefore everyone else is to blame, and his will must be done at all costs and there is no questioning. And hey look, I managed to slip in my Celegorm pseudocanon here about their relationship and the way that Celegorm in my mind was always a follower and let Curufin make the decisions for him, even when he may have known better deep down. And Curufin thinks of it as getting Celegorm to Do The Right Thing because he knows what is best for his slightly more dense older brother, and so on.
In short, basically - interesting to hear your thoughts! And always happy for the chance to babble about my characterization, dubious or otherwise. Heather Dale is excellent and I love her - she was on the Supernatural FST too, actually! - and same with Vienna Teng. It is also interesting to note that the latter has actually, and this has been tested, (http://minviendha.livejournal.com/424615.html) has not written a single song that couldn't be somehow applied to elves/the Silmarillion.
I am really loving hearing your thoughts
and your squee.>> And thought I'd just go ahead and ask...Friends? Mebbe? *ducks*
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I do like your Curufin, even if I do want to club him in the kneecap, sometimes. :D Creepy + occasionally sympathetic + secretly cares about his family and yet represses emotion like woah works quite well.
... >__> He should write a book about
rationalizing your actionsbelieving in yourself.Re: Shibboleth: Ooh, well, totally understandable, then. xD My own pseudocanon kind of mixes the two. And sometimes diverts to one or the other, if I decide for a given situation one is better than another. None of my pseudocanons ever have anyone deliberately killing poor Amrod, though. The Curufin-in-my-head isn't /quite/ that cold, and the Feanor-in-my-head, even if he might accidentally torch a boat his son's on, would never, ever deliberately kill someone he loved.
And actually, I have bonus pseudocanon with the Losgar scene! How it's recorded? Not completely how it happened, anyway. If we presume Pengolodh wrote the bulk of the history stuff, then how on earth would he have known what went on there anyway? Given the likelihood of him having a bias against the Feanorions anyway, chances are he just went with whatever story was in keeping with how he viewed them. SO... with that psuedocanon in mind, I might have some, ah, divergant views on Feanor's motivations (besides liking fire and being a bit derranged / heady on the power of the moment and his need to make grand statements and his problem with not thinking things through to completion) for burning the ships. And I would DEFINITELY say that those who went across the Helcaraxe are a little too quick to blame Feanor for all the deaths. I mean, yes, the burning of the ships at Losgar was a dick thing to do from their perspective, but since I imagine Feanor & co. just expected them to go back to Valinor, putting all the blame on Feanor & co. for hardships endured isn't entirely fair. ... then again, I'm biased in favor of the Feanorions anyway, so uh... xDAnd because I like your Curufin, I also like his relationship with Celebrimbor, even if having that sort of relationship with my father would frustrate me to no end and undoubtedly frustrates Celebribor to no end. But even if Curvo's way of showing he cares is... problematic, I still like that he does - that he's trying to do well by his son in the only way he knows how.
Oh, you don't have to apologize about name switching. :) It happens, and it doesn't help that Noldor - and the Feanorions in particular - have, like... five thousand different names in two (sometimes three or four) different languages. It's fine for people who know all the different names, I think, though it might be confusing for people who don't. And I know that characters will refer to / think of other characters by different names at different times, which adds another layer of complexity ot the whole name thing. I think the different names in dialogue versus in narration is fine, but maybe working on keeping the name consistent in narration would be good. :) But eh, it's a minor detail, because geeze. Elves. You have too many names.
Not really, because they're fun to say, and Quenya names are so bouncy/lilty.*hugs Finrod even more*
I'm slightly confused by 'shipping it sideways.' YOu mean, you ship them romantically/sexually but in the sort of relationship where they hate each other and yet somehow there's attraction there - perhaps because of the hate? Or that you pair them in the perfect, er, hate-hate relationship?
Either sort of relationship is great fun, though. xD;; Er.. I mean.
Like I said, Curufin needs to write that book. And nah, you don't sound crazy to me -- that's how I refer to my headcanon version of characters. Soandso-in-my-head. Makes it easier to differentiate between, say, version in the book, someone else's version and your own. :)
But actually in light of the often saying that if things had been different, he might have admired Finrod... That makes me wonder about AU, now, where he /doesn't/ think getting rid of Finrod is what Daddy would have wanted... Hmm. *strokes imaginary beard thoughtfully*
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One of the most disturbing / shattering things that Curufin might come across after death is, perhaps, Feanor saying that he (Feanor) was wrong about some things (if he'll admit to it). Or would Feanor telling Curufin that Curufin was wrong be worse, I wonder?
*snugs Celegorm again* Poor fellow really isn't a leader, though perhaps he fancies himself one. My psuedocanon for him has him in a similar position of letting Curufin make the decisions and do the active thinking for him, even when he knows better -- though sometimes, in my head, he gets real stubborn about something and refuses to budge on it, no matter what Curufin does. If Curufin doesn't get in there and convince him otherwise before Celegorm's set on something, then there's no helping it.
Aha. Curufin probably finds Celegorm to be the dumb blond of the family, poor dear. ... at least if you go with the idea of Celegorm as blond, which I do, but I know not everyone does. Although, er... the 'blond' I picture him with is really more of a silverish with a strawberry cast to it, because somehow Miriel's silver hair genes (apparently recessive?) get mixed in with Nerdanel's reddish hair genes, and voila! Really weird hair color.^__^ I love babbling about anything Silm-related and reading other people's babble, especially about characterization, so this all is quite delightful!
I feel like I need to go find and listen to more Heather Dale with these tracks in mind -- and Veinna Teng. I have listened to a scattering of her stuff, after a friend introduced me to her over this past summer, and the more I listen to her, the more I like her. And I need to go listen to more Alkaline Trio and ThouShaltNot, I think.
That test... omg. I will have to read through that
and leave a stupidly long comment, most likelyat some later point. Hahah. xD Although relatedly, a lot of the Supernatural FST songs I found myself relating to the Silmarillion and/or RPs based there-off.Thanks for humoring my thoughts
and squeeand for sharing yours! ^__^Friends? Yesplz! :D though my journal is mostly sporadic complains, spazzing and occasional rambling; I'm bad about updating during the school year.
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Curufin could write a lot of books. Although his book about believing in yourself would really just be about believing in himself because no one else is ever right, doncha know.
Most of the time, I don't write it like I did here? I think the drabble just kind of ...came out, from what I can remember, and I blinked at it but ended up leaving it because I like the writing. I think there is something in there though about Curufin not really feeling very sorry about Amrod's death, because he did go back and was deserting and that is Against Daddy and therefore unforgivable, for him. Or something, I'm not sure that sentence made any sense.
About the names - I got a chart once, from a friend, I should find it somewhere. It actually had a complete list of all the names that the major characters had ever had, and the variations from drafts and in Old English and so on. It was insane. It was a very handy chart, though. XD
Quenya names make me happy to say. :Dooher. By 'shipping it sideways' I mean 'OH GOD I can't believe I ship this they hate each other and it's terrible and they probably do just hate each other but it would be really interesting if there was some one-sided attraction OH GOD what am I doing' and so on. I wrote a fic for it once. It was basically PWP though, I am so ashamed. XD
Someone *wink wink nudge* should totally write fic about either of these premises - the one where Finrod doesn't get killed, or Curufin doesn't think it's the right thing to do at least, and the one where Curufin and Feanor talk in the afterlife and it is potentially full of Curufin feeling like a Failure. In RP he's gotten some of that and it has really done weird things to his head, but he hasn't really been very good at dealing with it, so it's hard to say how much of it is him in denial or just that he doesn't believe it or what. I do truly think that his father's disapproval would crush Curufin more than anything, though. I think he just would not process Feanor admitting to being wrong. It wouldn't make sense in his head.
Oh yes! When Celegorm is being stubborn he is absolutely unbudgeable - the unfortunate thing is that in Silm canon he too often doesn't take the stubborn route and lets himself be guided,
the idiot.And heh, yeah, I tend to go with dark-hairedmostly because I have a dark hair fetish, see also my extremely convoluted genetic explanation for thisbut I think I'm kind of in the minority for that one anyway. And heeeh strawberry blond Celegorm is kind of weirdly adorable?Especially as a kid if he were all curly...awwww.Babbling about the Silm is half of my hobbies related to it! And the other half is making up crack about modern day Silmarillion AUs like Growing Up Finwean. >>
You should! Heather Dale and Vienna Teng are both fantastic, as is ThouShaltNot - they're one of my favorite bands, I love their lyrics.
I have a whole tag for them even. What?Yeah, a friend commented on that fact and I had to see if it was true, thus. XD And hey, confession: I actually stole a few of the Supernatural FST songs off of a fanmix for Maglor, so that is...totally understandable.
And as far as I'm concerned there are parallels in some ways, albeit minor ways.
Humoring? Huzzah, they have been delightful! I am happy for them. And glad that you don't mind me babbling back at you. XD
Friended! And fff, my journal is mostly fandom shit and, at the moment, complaining about college applications.
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of pointy ears and the fantastic amounts of tragedy they seem to get involved withthe idea of being immortal and yet still very human, like they are, and how they deal with that. What they do with eternity, especially because there are a lot of them who do have major issues.Well - perhaps he thinks other people are right when they agree with him? Although clearly they are not as right as he is then. Clearly. Unless they are Feanor, in which case they are more right than he is. Which is beside the point, because Curufin doesn't need to write a book for his father detailing how to believe in oneself, because Feanor has that down pat.
Anyway. xD That sentence made sense to me, and I'd agree about Curufin's feeling regarding Amrod's death in any case, though I'd like to think that he was at least a little sad. xD; Maybe. Deep, deep down.
Oh gosh, that chart sounds AMAZING. And a little frightening. xD I can keep straight all of the final Sindarin names and a fair number of the Quenya names (particularly for characters I really like / pay a lot of attention to), but when you get into old draft names and the Old English names? Egads.
Oooh. Okay. That makes sense. And gasp! PWP! How scandelous!
I'm sure it was probably very sexy, though. xDBut hmm... now I'm pondering this.Gah. A problem I have, though, with shipping in any direction with Elves is that my headcanon decided somewhere along the way (and I'm going to blame the Laws and Customs essay and my trying to make sense of it for this) that for Elves sex = marrying and marrying = forming a semi-permanent soul bond. Therefore, sex (or more specifically, orgasm induced by a partner; and only one partner having one results in a kind of half-marriage/half-bond) = forming that soul bond. Which was how my mind made sense of why there would ever even be an idea that elves would die upon being raped circulated (because the trauma of having a bond forcibly made would seem horrific -- though clearly this is not a hard and fast rule, see my headcanon on Aredhel and Eol) as well as why Finwe marrying again was as big of a deal as it was and why it would be really problematic if Miriel /did/ return, after he'd married again.
So, point is in my normal head-canon, Curufin & Finrod as a couple just seems super-weird on the one hand, because Curufin's wife isn't dead, so that bond's still going to be there, however weakened it is with distance / estrangement / time since it was last renewed. And then there's Finrod and Amarie, though then again, it's always possible little to no awkward conflict would occur there, because by the time Finrod gets back to Valinor and would likley actually get around to marrying her, Curufin would be long dead, and no one needs to know.
Although then again, I can just happily disregard this head canon, because ooh the psychology of Curufin and Finrod together in a hateship thing like that... :o
I may just write something with this yet... when I'm supposed to be paying attention in some boring class. xD; Or with Feanor and Curufin talking. Or both. Or something. I don't know. We'll see what happens. xD
Feanor: I was wrong.
Curufin: ? *just heard completely gibberish* o.O?
Poor Celegorm, being an idiot. xD But hee. xD I picture strawberry blond Celegorm as having straightish hair, but hey! Curls could so happen. >__> Or waves at the least. Or something. Nothing wrong with dark-haired, though. :) And dark hair /is/ pretty.
Growing up Finwean? I've seen an icon or two that seems related to that, but what is it? ... besides apparently a modern day Silm AU. xD
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And ooh yes - there are definitely some parallels between parts of SPN and parts of Silmarillion, particularly in some relationships between charactesr and in the fact that everything that can go wrong generally does, after a point.
Oh gosh, I love it when people babble back to me. ^__^ It makes me feel less ridiculous about babbling to begin with AND usually they have something interesting to say, which makes me a happy panda. So it's all good, all ways around. :D
By the way... your icon is amazingly relevant because I actually wrote my college application essay on my pet cactus Bernard. I kid you not. :) (I went for the 'being different' and 'trying to amuse the admissions people so they'll like me' approach.)
But college applications suck any which way, so I totally don't blame you for complaining about them.
Good luck with them! *hug and a salute*
And aha, yeah -- well, I'm a very chatty sort of person, so when I have something to say, I usually don't shut up for a while. So long comments seem the norm to me, and it's only when I'm done that I pause and go, "Oh - that's long. Whoops." xD;But thanks for the luck!
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Elves in general are just epic and yes, I especially love the First Age ones because they are so ridiculously flawed. I definitely prefer Silmarillion Elves to Lord of the Rings ones, because in all their tragedy and moral ambiguity they definitely push a bunch of treasured buttons in my fangirly heart. Also, they are pretty.
So in other words, the scale of rightness goes everyone else------>Curufin-------->Feanor. Fact. XD Oh Curu.
The one in my head does! When he lets himself think about it, which is just about never. Which comes back to the repression thing, and it is all such a pretty vicious cycle. Of love. :D
Hehhh, yes. I tend to be bad about ignoring things when they aren't convenient, and allowing them when they are. Such as in this case. And it totally doesn't work and is canonically pretty unacceptable, but but but! It would be ~interesting~ and therefore my brain gets all happy about it. It's really kind of a problem. But a fun one! (It is one of those things that Never Happened in my "official" headcanon, but in the headcanon that doesn't exist, sometimes does. If that makes sense.)
"Poor Celegorm, being an idiot" is kind of the story of his life. And hey! Maybe it was curly when he was ickle and then straightened out? Who knows. >> Or maybe I just think ickle curly Feanorians would be pretty much epic adorable, even if it would make very little sense given that elves just don't seem to do curly.
Allow me to introduce you to the essentials of Growing Up Finwean, which is based on "Growing Up Cullen (http://oxymoronassoc.livejournal.com/462027.html)" which is the most hilarious thing to ever come out of Twilight, ever. So then came this (http://minviendha.livejournal.com/445409.html?thread=2138849#t2138849) and, like, this (http://minviendha.livejournal.com/455280.html?thread=2221936#t2221936) and be forewarned, this is pretty much the height of ridiculous. But yay! Silm crack!
Murphy's Law pretty much defines Winchesters and Finweans both, this is very true.
Your pet cactus is named Bernard? This is - ridiculously awesome, to me, and I am not even sure why. That is a good approach, although I think you should just call it the 'cactus' approach because that should be an entire approach. (The icon itself is actually a quote from Doctor Who, my other current fandom obsession. Dooorrrrh.)
College applications are killing me slowly but I'm almost done! :D So that's good.
And never feel ridiculous about babbling. Babbling is good for the soul. Yes. Totally.
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But ooh yes on the ridiculously flawed~ I've seen a joke around that clearly the reason the LotR Elves are all nice and seemingly perfect and all that
besides that LotR is from the PoV of awed hobbitsis evolution. Natural Selection killed off all of the really rash, violent, stupid, etc. elves, leaving only the apparently wise and sedate ones behind. But the Silmarillion Elves are definitely more interesting and varied than LotR ones. And pretty, yes. <3Yes, exactly! :)
Vicious Repression Cycle (Of Love) sounds like either a band name or an album title. Possibly both, if it's an eponymous album.
Curufin is the lead singer and Maeglin plays lead guitar.Things being ~interesting~ is always a good excuse, right? :D
Besides, when it comes to having multiple contradictory ideas about a situation, we're only following Tolkien's original example. >__> And that's one of the many beauties of fandom anyway.
That's true! Hair does do that sometimes! And who knows how elven genetics and stuff works? And I dunno. I always pictured the Noldor having primarily straight hair, while the Teleri/Sindar tend towards wavy and the Vanyar sometimes even do curly. And considering that the Miriel-in-my-head is Teler and the Nerdanel-in-my-head has wavy hair (which, thinking of it, probably formed lovely auburn ringlettes when she was wee), it's totally possible for the Feanorions to have curls when ickle. :3 Except for probably Maglor and Curufin. I can't see either of them with anything other than perfectly straight hair. But Maedhros, Celegorm, possibly Caranthir and the twins? Oh yes. xD
Also, one of the primary reasons why I didn't actually reply to this last night was that I was thoroughly distracted by both "Growing Up Cullen" and "Growing Up Finwean." My roommate kept giving me weird looks as I was staring at the screen, dying of laughter. That is some seriously epic crack right there. xD
And the fact that you made capslock_arda makes me stupidly happy. xD It's just a shame you haven't done anything with it!Although I must admit that I have never before pictured Fingon as prissy. Even if he does braid gold ribbons/threads/whatever into his hair.
Anyway. Yes, Bernard. :) He was a hobo cactus, too, because he never did anything useless and just mooched. If he could have worn fingerless hobo gloves, he would have. Instead, he wore an origami hat and barbie sunglasses.
Sadly, however, one of my freshman year roommates (I lived in a quad) knocked the poor dear off of my desk, smashing his pot and damaging his roots beyond repair. Despite being quickly repotted, he just wasn't the same afterwards and soon expired. :( I had a small funeral for him and have yet to get another plant.
Yes I have funerals for plants. Shush.And haha - I guess calling it the cactus approach works! xD If somehow, someday I wind up
in hellas a college counselor, I shall give lectures on it. -srs professorial pose-What little Doctor Who I've seen I've liked, but I've just never actually gotten around to attempting to follow it, though I did get my brother and his wife to explain to me all about it.
IT'S ON MY SUPER LONG LIST OF MEDIA TO GET THROUGH. SOMEDAY.
^___^ It's good to be almost done! But then comes the waiting. D: I hated the waiting. But seriously - good luck with all of it!
And babbling >>> chicken soup all the way. >__>
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Also, the review of the second half of the FST / ficlet-collection is still coming! ^^;
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I've heard that one! And it is so much true. Natural selection is for peaceable and even-mannered Elves? Or something.
I am going to make a list of the tracks on the eponymous album Vicious Repression Cycle (Of Love) by Curufin and Maeglin, this is happening? And it can be dedicated to Feanor because Curufin would win that dedication fight. On the other hand, I think Curufin and Maeglin might kill each other before recording one and a half songs.
Something being ~interesting~ is basically my reason for fanon. I.e. THIS WOULD BE REALLY COOL IF, LET'S SEE WHAT HAPPENS. And it happens. XD It's like magic!
Growing Up Cullen/Finwean are one of my favorite internet phenomena/creations. I'm glad you were amused. :D There is more floating around on my journal in sporadic comments, also for A Song of Ice and Fire, but it's kind of hard to find. Some time I will make the effort to go through and collect all of them in an easy to find post. Eventually. Maybe. AND HEY, IF YOU WANT TO SHOVE ME INTO KICKSTARTING CAPSLOCK_ARDA, I WOULD LOVE HELP. IT NEEDS LIFE.
Fingon is not actually prissy at all. In Growing Up Finwe he just seems to come off that way. Kind of like Celegorm comes off permanently horny and Maedhros avoids everything. XD I don't know how it happened. I think it's just that Fingon in my head is a little bit stuck up and overproud, and that translated in cracknon to...that. XD
Also Feanorians probably just like to say it to piss him off.D: I would have a funeral for Bernard the hobo cactus! I would have attended yours, I suppose, is what I mean. This is totally reasonable and I understand! He was a special plant and I am sorry for your loss.
I hope you do. And I will travel across the country to listen to you speak about the cactus approach, and will clap extra loudly at all your anecdotes. :D
SUPER LONG LIST OF MEDIA? I HAVE ONE OF THOSE.But yes! you should totally watch it when you have time. It is excellence, and very silly sometimes, and I enjoy it quite a bit.The waiting is probably going to kill me before the stress of writing the damn things does. Or this is my prediction, anyway.
...damn. Now I'm hungry. XD
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Curufin versus Maeglin -- I wonder who would win? I'm leaning towards Curufin, but only because he has a lot more experience in battle, but I like the Maeglin-in-my-head more... Ah hell - you might be right. They might just die by each other's hand at the same time. xD
But the eponymous album Vicious Repression Cycle (Of Love) needs to happen. It just does.
MAYBE IT CAN GO INTO CAPSLOCK_ARDA.... though first, I think, we need to figure out the rest of the band! Drumset? Keyboard? Bass? Second guitar (maybe?)? ... tambourine? COWBELL?! And since they're elves... harp? Flute? ... maybe throw in -- I dunno. A sitar? A DIDGERIDOO?! *cough*Fanon is like magic. Maybe not even merely like magic. Maybe it just is magic with the addictive properties of crack. :D
You know... I have never read A Song of Ice and Fire. It's been recommended to me, but it's on the super long list of media, right below the Sword of Shannara, because I actually have a copy of that that's begging me to read it, and I do not have a copy of A Game of Thrones. ^^;
BUT YOU SHOULD COLLECT THEM ALL. AND ARCHIVE THEM AT CAPSLOCK_ARDA!
IT DOES NEED LIFE - AND THINGS SHOULD BE STARTED OFF WITH, LIKE, EPIC MACROS OR SOMETHING. AND THEN GROWING UP FINWEAN. AND THEN... I DUNNO. SOMETHING. WE'LL FIGURE IT OUT. BAKASHI SUNDAYS OR SOMETHING.
They probably do. Fingon seems rather amusing to rile up.Oh Maedhros with his noise-canceling headphones. xD But hey -- it happens. xD Especially in cracknon. <3Bernard the hobo cactus had a good life! He will be remembered always.
Aww! xD *hugs* DON'T DIE! That would defeat the purpose of filling them out and waiting. :O
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In Maeglin vs. Curufin battle of the musicians, though, I think Maeglin would win, because I feel like he could rock the emo musician bent where Curufin would be a little too repressed. More repressed? Er. And who knows. I think they're about equal devious? Maybe Curufin a little more.
COWBELL CAN COWBELL BE CELEGORM? THIS THOUGHT JUST AMUSES ME. I think Caranthir would do Drumset, and keyboard could be Maglor? THIS BAND IS EPIC AND I THINK
Fanon is magic crack? Is the moral of this story?
A Song of Ice and Fire is better than Sword of Shannara, if you ask me, though the author does kind of bug me sometimes.
YOU HAVE KICKED ME. AND IT WILL START. THERE IS A MACRO SHARE POST THAT IS GOING TO EXIST SHORTLY. TOLKIEN NEEDS MORE CAPSLOCK CRACK, THIS IS MY MAIN PROBLEM WITH TOLKIEN FANDOM SOMETIMES? THEY SEEM SO SERIOUS. AND THAT WOULD BE A GOOD PLACE TO KEEP TRACK OF GROWING UP FINWEAN, I SHALL START HUNTING DOWN POSTS AT ONCE!
I will try not to! Fic and LJ keep me alive. True facts.
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I definitely agree with Maeglin winning a battle of musicianship, though -- because of that emo rocking. He would so comb his bangs into his face and be all
sexilydark and stuff. Curufin would be all smug and while that's cool for, like, rap or metal or something, for emo rock, he needs to be all shoulder-hunchy and stuff. Yeah.shutupIhaven'tgonetobedyetCELEGORM CAN SO TOTALLY BE COWBELL! Caranthir as Drumset and Maglor as keyboard make sense! With occasional guest vocal contributions by Maedhros, because you don't need two hands for that. Either that or he's their production manager person. But Maglor probably tries to write all the songs and lyrics and stuff
and stuff things full of symbolism and complicated (though probably nonetheless awesome) tangles of notes and rhythms, because he's the ~real~ poet/musician. And then Celegorm bitches because there is NOT ENOUGH COWBELL! And Maglor bitches that Celegorm does not understand his vision. And then Curufin points out that maybe some of his brothers aren't emotionally repressed enough for this band. ... Celebrimbor helps out with rigging lights and stuff.And yes. Fanon is magic crack is definitely the moral of the story.
My brother extolled the problems of Sword of Shannara to me at length, but since I got the first three books of the series in one volume for about $5 at a used book store, I feel like it's worth it for me to at least start reading them? Maybe I might pick up a copy of one or more of the Song of Ice and Fire books sometime over winter or next year. :) It is on the long list, though. xD
AND YES! I SAW THAT IT STARTED! AND I POSTED A MACRO. I HAVE MORE MACROS SAVED TO BE POSTED LATER. SHOULD I POST .GIFS TOO? BECAUSE I HAVE SOME OF THOSE.
I LOOK FORWARD TO GROWING UP FINWEAN, TOO! :D
Well, you shall have plenty of both! Probably.
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Oooh yes! If only I had art skills I would draw Maeglin as an emo-rocker, he would pull it off so well. I made him in the Sims once and his favorite thing to do while Celegorm and his mom were making out was to lurk in his dark room and play baaaass. Curufin just hasn't got what it takes to be a real emo rocker.
I think Maedhros would be a fabulous production manager! He would try to keep them all organized and ~on task~ and be like GUYS WE NEED TO GET THIS RECORDED while they were all yelling at each other. Poor Maglor. No one understand his artistry.
Celebrimbor would be tech.
Heh, hey! I was really into it at one point and to be fair I haven't reread for a while - and I'm all for practicality. Cheap books = worth reading, just for the cheap part. But if you see ASOIAF! I would definitely encourage looking into it.
I SEE YOUR MACRO AND AM SEEKING ONE I KNOW OF TO RAISE YOU ONE MACRO. .GIFS ARE HIGHLY ENCOURAGED.
I WILL ALSO TRY TO POST LINKS TO OTHER FABULOUS CRACK I HAVE LOVED, HOPEFULLY THE POSTS I'M THINKING OF AREN'T LOCKED.
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LOL. Oh Sims - such wonderful things come from it. xD
Curufin will be upset by his failure, though, I think. If I can find a good pose reference and come up with a good design for Maeglin's emo-rocking, I might just draw that, actually. xD; Just... not until later this week, after some exams and stuff.
Maedhros might need to invest in a megaphone. But oh man. I can so see him walking around with a super-awesome clipboard, slapping it as he yells at everyone. As for Maglor, well, that's how he'll acquire his emo look! By being depressed about unappreciated art.
Celegorm would somehow make playing a cowbell look incredibly badass, though I don't know as he could pull off emo? The band would have to be mixed.
I will, if I see it! :)
I WILL BE ADDING MORE MACROS AND .GIFS SOON! BUT I DON'T WANT TO USE THEM ALL AT ONCE.
CRACK IS WONDERFUL!
SO IS SPARKLING CTHULU!
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And write songs about his rejection and shit.
I love the Sims. I love even more making fictional characters on the Sims. I was going to make the entire Finwean dynasty starting with Finwe, but I got tired. /good story
I'm drawing hearts around this thread because it makes me happy.
SPARKLING CTHULHU NEVER FAILS. EVER.
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Lol. xD Maeglin would be good at fits of drama, wouldn't he? xD And he'd probably write angsty unrequited love songs about Idril, while he was at it, too. Moar rejection~
xD Excellent story. I -- have never played the Sims, actually, though it's always hilarious to see other people's sims.
^__^ ♥
AND YES, CTHULU, YOU DO DAZZLE ME!
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Maeglin is so good at fits of drama! And his songs about Idril are always really ~personal, and then Maglor tries to edit them to make them actually make sense, and Maeglin flips out and Curufin is all *eyeroll* and Celegorm just plays more cowbell. The life, she is so hard.
I have posts of them somewhere around here, though mostly just of Celegorm and Aredhel being adorable. And Maeglin playing bass. And flirting with various girls, because I haven't actually made him an Idril yet.
CTHULHU IS PLEASED. OR RATHER. SPARKLETHULHU.
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Brains have a bad habit of doing that, don't they?
Celegorm's solution to life is just the best one ever, though. He is clearly the happiest member of this band! :D And Maedhros gets out the megaphone again to yell Maeglin and Maglor to stop bickering over the ~art~.
Poor Sims!Maeglin, deprived of his Idril. xD
I DONATE OTHER PEOPLE'S SOULS TO SPARKLETHULU THAT HE MIGHT KEEP ON SPARKLING!
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They really do! It is quite unfortunate, I find. It happens at the worst moments.
Celegorm is happy with his cowbell. ^^ He needs no more. Other than possibly a girlfriend and a dog. In my head he's really pretty easy to please most of the time. And Maedhros and his megaphone are probably inseparable most of the time, it is his best friend. And Maeglin just wishes someone would understaaaaand him.
YESSS THAT IS THE BEST POLICY. NOT YOUR OWN SOUL, OBVIOUSLY. SPARKLETHULHU ACCEPTS DONATIONS AT THE DOOR. BUT YOU SHOULD PROBABLY KEEP A SAFE DISTANCE FROM THE DOOR, OR ITS NON-EUCLIDEAN ANGLES MIGHT DRIVE YOU INSANE.
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The Celegorm in my head is always made happy by dogs, girlfriends, cowbells and other simple pleasures, too. xD He just always seems pretty easy going, even if he can probably hold a grudge like nothing else, if you really tick him off.
Maedhros + Megaphone = BFFs~
You know how Turin's sword talks to him just before Turin offs himself? Well. Provided you don't think Turin's just gone off the deep end there or that the author's just making a poetic scene, and if you take that to mean the sword is legitimately sentient... there's absolutely no reason why Maeglin's sword can't be sentient, too! After all, Eol made them both from a meteor, so clearly they're
aliensrelated! Maeglin can talk to his sword, and it can understand him! :DOnly with Vicious Repression Cycle (of Love), really it's his guitar he can talk to. A guitar forged from a meteorite. Somehow.
I WILL WEAR A BLINDFOLD WHILE NEAR THAT DOOR SO I WILL NOT GO INSANER THAN I ALREADY AM! THANK YOU FOR THE WARNING!
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Celegorm is, basically, like a large guard dog. And can probably look adorable and fluffy and cuddly when he feels like it. But then he will turn around and crush your shinbones.
Maedhros + Megaphone = OTP?
Maeglin's sword is his only friend! /his guitar is. And I bet he sits in his room and says things like "DEAR DIARY: MOOD: APATHETIC." /old reference.
I want a guitar forged from a meteorite please?
YOU ARE WELCOME, I WOULD NOT WANT YOU TO BE DRIVEN INSANE SIMPLY FOR SERVING CTHULHU AS ALL SHOULD.
Also that icon. I am hypnotized. By glee.
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D: Your poor shinbones! But yes, that sums up Celegorm, all right. :3 Another way he's like a dog is that he doesn't really seem to be a leader. I mean, he can probably lead, if he has to and he thinks he
shouldcan lead (and thus tries to argue to get his way), though when there's another more dominant leader there (like Maedhros or Curufin - especially Curufin, who tolerates less fighting against his authority), he'll cede and follow them.After they've bitten his ears or something.:o Well. Maedhros + Megaphone start out as BFFs and then - through time and close companionship - grow into an OTP.
Fingon is devastated, if you ship that way.LOL. Emo song. xD I had forgotten about that! ahaha, he probably does. xD
Ask Eol to make you one. He may or may not comply. Probably depends on how cranky he is and if he owes you anything.
THAT WOULD BE A SAD FATE.
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