![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Night of the Hunter – 30 Seconds to Mars
Pray to your god, open your heart
Whatever you do, don't be afraid of the dark
Cover your eyes, the devil inside
One night of the hunter
One day I will get revenge
One night to remember
One day it’ll all just end
“Gone?” For several moments he was nearly blind with fury, drew a deep and angry breath to spew his fury on this helpless guardsman who had discovered the door ajar and their valuable prisoner vanished.
Finally, he clenched his hands and managed to breathe deeply enough to wait until he could speak reasonably. “You are certain she is nowhere within the fortress? Surely the gates were closed.”
“They were,” he said, clearly nervous. Curufin turned away and breathed a few more moments, trying to manage his anger and think clearly. He could not be seen to have lost her. His control was already more slippery and tenuous than he had expected, and he could not afford to lose more because this woman slipped away. Damn her.
Tyelko came bursting in a moment later, however, his brow furrowed. “—Kurvo, have you seen Huan?” He asked, eyes full of worry, and Curufin understood at once.
This time he could not stop the roar of fury, and wheeled, slamming his fist into the stone wall. His knuckles split and bled and the guard flinched as he turned on him, snarling.
“Get out,” he snarled. “Get out, and speak to no one of this, do you hear me? No one!”
King of Insects – Assemblage 23
Burrow deep now
Escape the light
Heaven forbid you have to face
The ones you slight
You will leave, Orodreth had said, his face stern, the image of his uncle. And swiftly, or I can take no responsibility for your miserable fate.
Curufin had once been able to go wherever he wished, to praise, or at least fear. They stared at him with open hostility now, these faces that had listened shining to his words not so long ago. He could almost feel Finrod’s hate-filled spirit whispering in their ears, fulfilling with his family’s witchery his dreadful prophecy.
Tyelko hardly seemed to notice. He’d sunk into a melancholy, a brooding from which it was more and more difficult to lift him. He would not speak of his thoughts, which was a first, and sat still for long hours, staring into fires – another first. It made him nervous.
They spat at him, and he turned, but no one was looking in his direction. All heads were identical. He squeezed the hilt of his sword with a snarl and quickened his pace back to his rooms.
Soon enough they would be left no choice. They would have to leave. The people of this place might not think of themselves as killers, but no one ever did until their enemy was dead-.
It was wiser to leave.
And what of your son, he thought, briefly. Will Celebrimbor leave with you?
He dismissed that thought. Of course he would. The boy had his doubts, his questions, but he was still his father’s son, and always would be.
Riot – Three Days Grace
If you feel so empty
So used up, so let down
If you feel so angry
So ripped off so stepped on
You're not the only one
Refusing to back down
You're not the only one
So get up
Dior’s arrogance took his breath away. He held his father’s most precious work, and thought that he could retain them. Thought that he could keep them back from their rightful place, from them, his heirs.
He would die for his insolence.
And yet his brothers, save Tyelko, seemed reluctant. It was his elder sibling he went to, and urged him to speak.
“If you say nothing,” he said, rationally, “Then Maglor’s bid for – peace, for cowardice, will win out. We cannot allow that. You cannot allow that. Think of all the injury that line has done you – us – and to think that they will – bargain to give it up is folly, and even our brother knows it.”
“They will listen if I speak?” Tyelko said, but Kurvo could see the anger of the memories rising again in him.
“Yes,” he said. “If you speak well.”
It felt as though it were all coming together. Their father’s work would soon be back in their hands, the upstart Dior dead. And it did not matter how many would have to fall in the path, as it never had. The ends would by far justify the means, and these Sindar would know the foolishness of meddling with what belonged to his father.
Seawulf – Steve MacDonald
Viking child, oh Viking child
Who will tame the wolf behind your smile?
Viking child, so free and so wild
Tell me why do you roam?
Battle on, that Seawulf in search of home
They told stories of him already.
He heard the whispers, sometimes, though not often. Perhaps those few thought he could not hear. Fëanor’s Wolf, they called him, and it was not a compliment, but it made him smile just the same.
If the legacy he left was one of faithful, unswerving obedience to his father, then he could be proud of that. If the legacy that they remembered was his refusal to give, to back down and give way where lesser elves might, then he could be proud of that as well.
They might not understand his purpose, or see the meaning behind everything he did. But it was all for his father, all for Fëanor, and all that he ever did would always be for him.
Cunning, he was called. Merciless, sometimes. He flowed through Thargelion, ignoring them all, smiling slightly in satisfaction at the occasional look of fear.
Better fear than love for him, always. And they feared him. His men feared him, and his discipline, and his temper. Caranthir was wary of him, jealous of the power he held, perhaps remembering how effortlessly it had been taken from Finrod – lesser than his younger brother, of course, but perhaps not by so much.
He lived for one purpose. He wondered if it wasn’t for the best, perhaps. Fëanor’s Wolf was finally loose, and before long the land would feel his bite.
Black Heart – Calexico
One man's righteousness is another man's
Long haul, sentence carried out
Long haul, counting the miles
To the four corners of the world
Spring is rusted shut, (faith's) coiled and cracked
“Do you ever feel anything?” Caranthir asked, when they were alone in his study. His voice vibrated with tension. “Is everything just – an interesting movement in some elaborate game to you? You are empty.”
“My loyalty is all I need,” he said, letting it be all the scolding he needed to do. Caranthir flushed.
“Do not accuse me of lacking loyalty. I’m listening to you, that’s loyalty enough.”
“It’s never been loyalty enough,” Curufin said silkily. “What are you doing, Carnistir? What is your purpose? To squat in these hills soaking money from dwarves, counting all your gold one coin at a time? Is that your grand design?”
“At least I’m not planning to get us all killed,” Caranthir snapped, and Curufin just smiled, knowing that he had stung his brother.
“You shall have to do something eventually,” he murmured. “Think on it. I’ll give you time.”
Fury – Muse
Breathe in deep and cleanse away our sins
And we'll pray that there's no God
To punish us and make a fuss
He stood out in the dark under the stars, and remembered that night on the hillock when he had felt all the Valar move against them. A wild euphoria filled him, and he threw his head back and laughed, loudly, madly.
“Do you move now? Do you move now, my lords, or do you hear nothing, unconcerned with the blood that will spill on your beloved ground? You cannot stop us now. You forced our hand to begin with, and now that it is done you are powerless to stop us.
“There is nothing you can do that will not be done in all the ages of time. You have no power over me. You have no power over any of us!”
He felt wild, with his sudden realization, and laughed more loudly. “---my father, he never died. He never died, because you could never hold him. He lives, still, and not only in me. We will live forever. We will live forever, and I mock your Doom, I mock your promises, I mock you, my lords, and if I rejected you before, come back now.
“Dance with me,” he said, wild in this adrenaline pumping through his veins. “Dance with me, you Valar, and see if I do not win.”
Zombie – Miser
But you see, it's not me, it's not my family.
In your head, in your head they are fighting,
With their tanks and their bombs,
And their bombs and their guns.
In your head, in your head, they are crying...
He looked down at the corpse of the woman at his feet, the sharpened stick she had tried to impale him with thrust through her middle. He almost thought that it was merciful that she was facedown.
His heartbeat was pounding everywhere at once, inside and outside of him. So close. He could almost smell it, almost sense the Silmaril, and there was only one door in the way now, and no guard.
He turned, and the sound of a step stopped him. He fell still, waiting. Another step. Too tentative to be a warrior.
He turned and threw his long knife. It struck the squire in the eye and sunk deep into his face. He was dead before he hit the floor. Stepping over the woman to check his body for some sort of key – better to remain quiet – he half knelt to retrieve his knife.
He felt every inch of the foot and a half piece of steel slide into his body just below his ribs and through. He watched the point, incuriously, stab into the youth’s shoulder and go through that as well.
Everything slowed. It was only when the sword was gone that he began to die.
Time of Dying – Three Days Grace
On the ground I lay
Motionless in pain
I can see my life flashing before my eyes
Did I fall asleep
Is this all a dream
Wake me up, I'm living a nightmare
I will not die (I will not die)
I will survive
The room was cold and empty, or maybe the chill ran deeper than that, cold air seeping into veins emptying of blood. He brought his arms around himself and half fell against the wall, coughed wetly and regretted it a moment later for the agony in his gut. Swallowed and regretted that, too. His mouth tasted like copper and wool.
He hadn’t even seen his killer’s face.
Not dead yet, he tried to remind himself. He imagined that if he focused, he could keep his blood in his body. If nothing else, his will would last long enough for him to know…
Perhaps he could not move. Someone would come. Someone would come, and he would know if they had won, at last.
Eru, it hurt. And all the same, he refused to believe that he was dying. All the evidence suggests… but their rules were never his. He would survive. It was not his time to die, not yet.
He still had so much left to do.
The Art of Suicide – Emilie Autumn
That's painted with pity
and sadness and strife
Why dream a dream?
Tainted with trouble
and less than it seems
Why bother bothering
Just for a poem
Or another sad song to sing
Why live a life
Curufin faded in and out of consciousness, uncertain which was more real, but knowing that each time the spells were longer and longer. He fought to hold on to his surroundings, but the problem was that he no longer truly wanted to.
A curious kind of lassitude settled in his body, and he eased the pressure of his arms, watched his blood flow with some disinterest. Perhaps there was some reason for this. The world seemed to rock, slightly, and he let his eyes close.
So tired. He hadn’t been tired in a long time, or rested properly. How long?
He tried to focus on that, on numbers, concrete things, but his mind refused to stay, wandering on. He thought he remembered his father holding him. But then, his father wasn’t so affectionate. Was he?
He leaned back against the wall, trying to keep his eyes open again, but it was so hard to remember why it was important. Everything in his body seemed to urge him to rest, and he wanted to give into it. It was only centuries of discipline, of habit, that would not let him.
He had to wait. For something. It was important.
The world blurred sideways, and he thought again of his father. Would he be with him, now? Would he face his father again, and hear his voice? He could almost hear it now.
But his father would not be pleased if he didn’t know what had happened…he took another breath, and another, drawing each one with reluctance and determination. Sleep, his body beckoned him. Sleep, Curufinwë.
He wanted to obey its urging. At the moment, he thought he had never wanted anything more.
Thoughts of a Dying Atheist – Muse
I know the moment's near
and there's nothing we can do
look through a faithless eye
are you afraid to die?
It scares the hell out of me
and the end is all I can see
and it scares the hell out of me
and the end is all I can see
Somewhere between the blur and the dying, he found time to think, and remembered his mad defiance of the Valar, not so long ago. He wanted to laugh, but it only would have torn him open more.
They had found him now, for certain, though. His life was theirs, now, and he could feel what must have been Námo’s hands dragging him down, into some darkness that he knew nothing of. What judgment would he face, he thought suddenly, coldly. What could they do to him after this?
“Father,” he said, suddenly, “Don’t let me die.” He knew that it was a useless plea, worse. His father could not save him. His father could not bind his body back together. He had lost for the last time, the only time, and yet somehow…somehow he expected a miracle.
The Dying Song – The Cruxshadows
Dear Angel,
Where are your warming wings tonight?
It's so cold outside won't you hold me for a while?
And Angel,
I feel alone and unalive
The night is frozen and these tears have stung my eyes
Dreams may pass and dreams may fade
Nothing I love will stay the same
Nothing ever stays the same
There was no miracle. Breathing became more and more painful, and he fought the pain at first, and when that was no longer possible drank it in like sweet wine. His blood dripping on the white marble was nearly the color of the dark, sweet, heavy flavors he had favored.
He pulled his hands away from the wound through his body and set them on the floor, wondering if that would make him die faster. It seemed to do nothing, though the pain eased, a little. There would be no more losses.
This was the last one.
He thought of Tyelko, wondered dizzily if he still lived. He tried to open his eyes and thought Finrod stood before him, holding a long blade stained red with blood. He almost laughed. Cousin, he rasped, perhaps aloud, hello, cousin. The waves beat upon the shore at Losgar and he watched the ships burn and thought with distant, slight affection of his brother Telvo.
He died in fire. As befits a son of the Spirit of Fire.
He felt a flash of jealousy. It should have been him, dying in the same manner as their father. “I only ever lived to do your will, Father,” he said, and licked his lips, moistening them more with blood than saliva. “Why do you punish me now?”
He spoke to fill the emptiness. Otherwise it frightened him.
Theatre of Pain – Blind Guardian
Now I'm gone
And it seems that life had never existed
So we left the dark and cold
All I left behind are my tears
He knew his little brother was dead, even still breathing, the moment he saw him. The blood spattered on the walls and sticky on the floor attested to that. But somehow his eyes opened, unfocused, where focus was always so intense. His face was white, except for the blood dried down one cheek.
“Father?”
Maedhros felt his heart clench like a hand squeezed around it, and made his legs move to kneel, to see if there was anything he could do. Curufin’s head lifted, eyes still blurry and confused. “Father, I failed you…”
“Shh,” Maedhros said, and grasped his brother’s wrists, pulled his arms away. He closed his eyes just for a moment and replaced them. It was easy to see there was nothing he could do now. It couldn’t be much longer. He hoped. Eru, he hoped.
Curufin fretted. “It’s not done. I’m not done.” His eyes blinked and fluttered closed. “It hurts. I’m dying and it’s all undone.”
“Did we – is it-“
His heart sank like a stone when he understood what Curufin was trying to ask. Quick footsteps from behind, but he recognized them as Cano’s, and heard him stop as well. Maglor would know if he lied.
Curufin’s voice failed, and he panted a few times, swallowed visibly. Maitimo could almost see his will alone holding the life in him. He couldn’t speak, though, just turned his eyes upward with an expression Maedhros had never seen on his younger sibling’s face before. Pleading.
Forgive me, he thought, despairing. I cannot – I cannot.
“Yes,” he said, and heard his voice break. “Yes, we recovered the Silmaril. Your duty’s done. Go in peace, Curufinwë."
He heard his brother sigh in satisfaction. His eyes remained open, and he breathed a minute or two more as Maedhros watched the shadow settle over him. He sensed the moment, precise, that Curufin’s heart ceased to beat, the light in the sky fading with the light in his eyes. Maedhros reached out and closed them, and bowed his head.
Nothing – The Cruxshadows
No life, No love, No dreams, No reason to remain,
No eyes, No vision, No pain, No, No Nothing, No
mind, No thought, No sex, No awe to feel, No
heart, No Nothing, No, No, No Nothing
Fëanor had given them life. He deserved theirs all in return.
BONUS TRACK
Because I’m Awesome – The Dollyrots
They say I’m gifted, uh huh
Well I’m a certified prodigy
I'm gonna own you, uh huh
I'm gonna bring you to your knees
![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
From:
no subject
Just finished reading through all of it...hurts so good.
...even if Finrod kind of wants to stab him. ...well, not really 'kind of.'
And Bek's Tropes quote makes me giggle a lot. XD
From:
no subject
But seriously, I have no words for the win that is this mix, and the awesomeness that is you. ♥
From:
no subject
ANYWAY.
Night of the Hunter
Unrelated, but I like the cover of the album this track was on. xD RAWR TIGER!... yeah. Anyway.Curufin's going to go a'hunting~! He seems so happy here! :D But the absolute fury at all his plans beginning to crumble into dust here is certainly understandable. I really like like the image of these two lines: "This time he could not stop the roar of fury, and wheeled, slamming his fist into the stone wall. His knuckles split and bled and the guard flinched as he turned on him, snarling."
I don't think Curvo has quite the temper of Caranthir, who is a perpetual grouch, it seems (or at least so it seems in fanon? xD), or even Celegorm, who (at least in my head) is mercurial and gets mad at you easily but just as easily is un-mad at you again.
This song is fun to wail out when driving alone, for the record. >__>
King of Insects
Assemblage 23... sometimes the lead singer annoys me for no real reason, but I'm growing to like their songs from listening to them on people's FSTs. :)
This is the part of the story where everyone goes, "OMG. Orodreth has a spine?!" ;D
He could almost feel Finrod’s hate-filled spirit whispering in their ears, fulfilling with his family’s witchery his dreadful prophecy. <-- I like this line.
And I also like what we see of poor Tyelko here. He is not so good as his younger brother at rationalization and not-letting-guilt-get-to-him-easily.
He would not speak of his thoughts, which was a first, and sat still for long hours, staring into fires – another first. It made him nervous.
Once again things are slipping out of Curvo's control... the descent has begun. Or well. It already began, but now it is unstoppable.
:( I do feel bad for Curvo, though, with his confidence about Celebrimbor, so soon to be shattered as well. Theirs is such a complicated relationship, and part of me wants to use magical ducktape to mend it somehow. xD Except then who knows what would have happened to poor Cel?
but he was still his father’s son, and always would be.
Oh no, Curvo. :/ That's not Cel. That's you. But it's even more evident here the schism between what Celebrimbor is and what Curufin thinks he is / should be. But we talked about this already, I believe.
Riot
I feel like Maglor would be pissed at being accused of cowardice, haha.This song is such a good RAWR song. Fuck yeah, riot time! >D
-cough- Anyway. I like this version of how it came to be that it's Celegorm urges everyone to go to Doriath. Yes, he's angry, too, and there's the Oath -- but Curvo's rationalization and continued manipulation
which has already proven to be so effective in actually getting him what he wantssways Tyelko who can sway the rest...I do agree with his assessment that Dior is stupidly arrogant, though. xD; I mean, not that Dior's actions aren't understandable -- they are, and at first he probably didn't expect the Feanorions to attack when, um, gee -- isn't Morgoth more important? And by the time it was clear that they were going to attack, too late to back down now. But all the same. The Silmaril seems to bring out the stubborn in people like woah.
The ends would by far justify the means, and these Sindar would know the foolishness of meddling with what belonged to his father. <-- insert 'anyone and everyone Curufin opposes' in place of 'these Sindar', and we have a good summary of Curvo's PoV. :D
Seawulf
Pretty song~
I really do like the idea of Curufin being called Fëanor's Wolf. I do really like the portrait this one paints of Curufin -- it explains things about him aptly. And of course he would take being called Fëanor's Wolf a compliment.
From:
no subject
And of course there is vying amongst themselves for influence over the pack -- seen with the arguments over
everythingdiplomacy, the Silmarils, etc. But in the end, they still run together.Black Heart
Perhaps it isn't that Caranthir is envious of Curufin -- maybe he's just a little scared and disturbed by his younger brother's obsession and coldness and -- insanity. And boy does Curvo know how to push buttons...
And maybe also Caranthir is pissed because Curufin makes him feel like maybe he's not a good son.
And it's pretty much fact that all seven of the boys have father complexes like woah.I like this interaction, though. :3 One doesn't see much Caranthir, I don't think, and even less of Caranthir + Curufin interacting, despite being next to each other in age, regardless of which of the two possibilities of order of Feanor's sons you go with.
Fury
“Dance with me,” he said, wild in this adrenaline pumping through his veins. “Dance with me, you Valar, and see if I do not win.”
because that doesn't come across as insane at all, Curvo. *cough* But I like this one. :3 A break from the smug silkiness for some of his raw-er ... uh... emotion? craziness? delusions? fantastic spite and fire? Something. xD; FEYNESS. His being fey. Yes. That's what I was looking for.
Do you move now? Do you move now, my lords, or do you hear nothing, unconcerned with the blood that will spill on your beloved ground? You cannot stop us now. You forced our hand to begin with, and now that it is done you are powerless to stop us.
Buuut regardless... Curufin does have a very good point here.
Zombie
For a moment I imagined Curufin as a zombie rising from his grave and going after the Silmarils instead of brains like normal Hollywood zombies. ^^;
He almost thought that it was merciful that she was facedown. <-- I like that touch.
And then... oooooow. >_o
He felt every inch of the foot and a half piece of steel slide into his body just below his ribs and through. He watched the point, incuriously, stab into the youth’s shoulder and go through that as well.
Everything slowed. It was only when the sword was gone that he began to die.
I love the imagry there. All of it.
Time of Dying
This is a song that conveys powerful imagry, imo. There are many different ways you can read it for many different situations. Which is why I like seeing it applied to many different things. ^__^
I kind of want to ask Curvo, though, when he's tasted copper and wool. I mean, I can understand copper - he used to smithy stuff. But... wool? Does he gnaw on sheep? >__> /bad personBut... but... :( He deserves it, but...:( *hugs Curvo*
The Art of Suicide
This is a strange and interesting song. It's style -- almost music-box-like (both the harpsichord of it and that it's a waltz tempo)? Lilting, like a lullabye or a simple waltz? And it seems almost at odds with the subject matter - which makes it more potent, in a way.
Dying slowly like this must be a strange experience, but I like how you describe it and describe Curvo's thoughts -- and his stubborn clinging to life all because he thinks Feanor would want to know what happened. Because he has to know, even though he's in so much pain and just wants to sleep, but NO. He can't, yet. And it just... aaaugh. :( That last line hurts.
Thoughts of a Dying Atheist
And another on the theme of Curvo's dying. ;~; I shouldn't feel bad for him, perhaps, but oh I do...
What judgment would he face, he thought suddenly, coldly. What could they do to him after this?
“Father,” he said, suddenly, “Don’t let me die.”
+
somehow he expected a miracle.
aasdfjkl;a. D: *hugs Curvo*
Everything is coming undone.
From:
no subject
Please excuse me as I flail on the keyboard more here. :(
I like the thought of Finrod standing before him -- and then the bit about Telvo.
And the jealousy over ways of dying (Curvo, you're insane!
I love it.. And how he talks so there is no terrifying emptiness. I also really like the image of moistening his lips with more blood than saliva. Details~~ *flails*Theatre of Pain
This seems to be the common fanon of when Curvo dies. That Maedhros and Maglor find him still alive and Maedhros lies to him to say that they've recovered the Silmaril to let Curvo go in peace -- and Curufin accepting that lie because he just has to. Not that that's a bad thing -- it's a powerful scene, that way -- and it makes sense.
The pleading, though... how could Maedhros /not/ try to give him some peace at that? :/ And hoping that Curufin wouldn't be suffering much longer..
It must have been just terrible for the remaining three Sons of Feanor after Doriath -- losing three brothers in one fell swoop. Each one alone would have been a painful loss, but together?
And Curufin's last lines... asdfjakls;.
Nothing
Simple. Powerful. <3 + asdfjkals;
*hugs Curufin*
Also, Because I'm Awesome refused to download for me for whatever reason. xD So I looked it up on Youtube. And then I lol'd. And I'm going to third or fourth the TVTropes quote about Curufin. xD;;TL;DR: AFDSJKL:FJKLSD:FJL:SDJFKL: + <3
Also? Screw you, 4300 character limits.From:
no subject
Also 4300 character limits are pretty much the lamest thing ever, so there is that.
I don't think Curufin has their temper mainly because his is usual cold and also his extreme repression, where he does not want to express anything. But there are times, I think, when things get to be too much and he loses it, and he's probably at his most vulnerable/most likely to do stupid things at that point. It's when he's completely rational that you're in trouble, I think. Entirely rational people make me at least very nervous sometimes.
Also totally agreed about the wailing out. That song is epic and I love it. >>
Assemblage 23 is one of those bands I just ran across and I like their lyrics and the electronic sound, but yeah, the voice is not my favorite. Nonetheless, their lyrics are often perfectly applicable to elves (kind of like Vienna Teng!) and so I've really gotten to like them. I've gotten a lot of bands that I like because they relate to fannish obsessions of mine.
Orodreth has a spine when it counts! Sort of. >> XD And yes, I do feel bad for Curufin at this point, because he can see everything going downhill but he holds on so fucking hard because he just refuses to ever give up or back down even an inch. It's really pretty hopeless with him, because he is so static in some ways. He doesn't adapt except superficially, and he doesn't change his mind hardly at all. I also think he was really hurt by the loss of Celebrimbor, because he really expected him to make the 'right' choice and it didn't happen, because it couldn't. Cele's not like that. And in RP my Curufin and Cele are still a wreck, despite sort of talking, a little, maybe. It's just messy and awful and wrecked father/son relationships make me sad
but not as much as wrecked brother relationships.Curufin and his relationships, I think about them a lot! I just find him so fascinating, even while he's awful. Celegorm is my favorite, but Curufin is just fascinating on a psychological level.
Maglor would be very pissed. Maglor and Curufin do not, I think, get along very well. I don't think Curufin really approves of his older brothers. He thinks they're too wishy-washy. Of course, Curufin also does not approve of most anyone.
I see Curufin behind a lot of Cleeg's decisions, I will gladly admit that. And yes, Dior is totally stupidly arrogant, I have a weird love for him anyway. He's a Stark. XD Which basically means he's a little holier-than-thou and self-righteous, stupidly honorable and just plain stupid sometimes. I've written some fic about this.
When it comes right down to it, Curufin's POV is really pretty simple, innit? XD
I love Steve MacDonald. He does really pretty Scottish/Celtic sort of songs, and the lyrics of this one make me flail and squee.
The Feanorians are totally wolves! Or at the very least canine. Tyelko's more of a dog most of the time. For obvious reasons.
Has not thought about this ever.Pretty much the packiest family ever.Caranthir and Curufin are also really interesting to me relationship-wise in terms of fanon. Caranthir disagrees with Curufin's coldness and is pretty much emotionally the opposite - all heat and angry and volatile temper - and also in fanon, didn't get along very well with Feanor. And Curufin sees that as unacceptable where Caranthir sees Curufin's servile obedience as foolish and often resulting in harm to brothers that he likes a lot more. And oh yes, Curufin is pretty much an expert at pushing buttons. He knows where they are and how to make it hurt.
The three Cs are my favorites to write in terms of interaction, because I just think about their relationship intricacies a lot and also probably because I RP two of them very actively. XD
From:
no subject
I...have a thing for deathfic. As you have discovered. And oh lord, there is fic floating around for Feanorian!zombies and it is pretty much my favorite AU. >> My favorite so far involves all of them coming back as zombies after death and they have to look after their dead brothers and make sure they don't do anything stupid and then Maglor is stuck forever with six zombie brothers going WHY ME.
It's ridiculous and I hope the fic will be up in completion someday. XD
Things you didn't know about Curufin - he likes to eat wool. It's not that tasty. He would tell you. And yes, he does deserve it! But my goal whenever writing about characters like Curu is to walk the line that keeps them IC while still making their suffering relatable. Because he is an ass and there's no ignoring that, but at the same time...Issues, and everyone's a little pathetic, I think, when they die.
I love Emilie Autumn and her style. >>
More deathfic~~ and yeah, basically there were just so many songs that were too perfect and so I ended up having to drabble about all of them, and it meant I really got to make Curufin suffer. So. You know.
I know, re: the fanon about Maedhros and the Silmaril, for me it's from a piece of arts by an artist I like very much, and it just caught me because of the idea that Curufin just wanted some confirmation that he did something that he needed to do. And he really couldn't let go until he was sure that he had. Curufin was all about getting results. It really would have been a blow to know that he never actually got any.
I feel like in a lot of ways Curufin's life was wasted. He was obviously very smart and capable of being a great leader, but he just...screwed everything up, and kind of screwed himself over, while never meaning to. Partly because of his determination to fulfill an oath that couldn't be fulfilled, and partly just because he's arrogant and often cruel.
Yeah, I wrote fic of after Doriath because god, I can only imagine. Especially if it were just one twin who were effectively half of a person, and Maedhros with all of his Issues, and Maglor, who hasn't had quite the train wreck of drama that some of them have but definitely not easy.
"Because I'm Awesome" is Curufin's favorite song. He knows it's about him.
THE TL;DR IS A LIE. LJ did delete half of this second comment, so I had to retype it. SUCK.
From:
no subject
And well -- see, the all-nighter happened after I fell asleep around 1 pm the day before and then slept until 3:45 pm when I got up to go to my organic chemistry lab, which I then got out of early, and after that I went back to my dorm room and fell asleep again and didn't wake up again until um... 10:30 pm, I think? So after that, there was no way I was going back to sleep any time soon. xD;
It's really, really sad how often this happens, actually, because my body loves sleeping in the morning and/or afternoon and being awake at night. Indeed, I'm writing this now after another such night. I fell asleep around oh... 2 or 3 pm or so and then woke up at 8:45 pm when the god damn fire alarm went off, and uh... I haven't been to bed since. Which sucks, because right now (as of when I'm starting to reply to this -- I probably won't finish my reply until this afternoon, when killing time before meetings) would be a pretty good time to go to sleep, but I can't because, um. Classes. And then meetings. And THEN nap. And then club stuff. And then probably RPing. And then sleep again. And then Saturday will be next week's homework + studying day. And more sleep and RPing. xD My priorities are TOTALLY in order, as you can see.
My main side-effects from all-nighterly things are a tendency to ramble and say strange things to my roommate
who laughs and threatens me with a tape-recorder, not be able to concentrate on anything productive and to get lots of writing ideas that I'm too ADD-esque to properly write and that I usually forget about later, even when I write them down. Soyeah. You should definitely not follow my example.ANYWAY. SILMARILLION AND CURUFUN. FIN. NO I CAN'T USE THE DELETE KEY, BECAUSE CLEARLY HIS NAME SHOULD REALLY BE CURUFUN, BECAUSE HE IS
N'T.Curufin as entirely rational? :D Hey, he's the cruel, pointy-eared, extra-manipulative, father's will-instead-of-justice-oriented Sherlock Holmes of the Silmarillion! Either that or Spock. Except that Spock already has pointy ears, though he isn't cruel or extra-manipulative or particularly driven by a my-father-is-god complex.
But that makes a lot of sense about how when he starts getting emotional, he gets vulnerable and more likely to do stupid things. Most people seem to be like that, I think? Doing stupid things under emotional influence, I mean.
Assemblage 23 is one of those bands that seems pretty much made for fandom, it seems like. They just have great, super-applicable lyrics, from the songs I've heard of theirs. Like vienna Teng, yes. xD And apparently Florence and the Machine from how much of their stuff I see on FSTs. And hey! Fannish obsessions are great ways to discover new music! :D
I have discovered so many great songs & bands this way, too.Aha, I feel bad for Orodreth, because he does get stuck in rather awkward positions, and he doesn't seem to have the great force of personality that the Feanorions have or that Turin has, and I always got the feeling that he was never really a leader but more of a follower who got stuck being a leader, because Finrod had no other heirs. I mean, though -- first his father and one of his uncles gets torched in the Dagor Bragollach, and then he gets driven out of Tol Sirion by Sauron instead of fighting it out. On the bright side, though, he has at least some sense? Even if he has only a sort of spine when it counts. xD At the very least he's sensible about his son in my head-canon and sends Celebrimbor off (out of the dual-purpose of getting one who probably isn't very popular, given associations with his father, even if Cel doesn't actually support Curu's actions and sending a competent warrior along who can safe-guard) with a wee Gil-galad to wherever-the-hell Cirdan is at this time.
And oh wow. You can really tell I need sleep because of tangents. xD;
ANYWAY. Oh if only Curufin hadn't been so stubborn about trying to get everything to work exactly how he wants anyway -- then maybe he would have been more successful at things? But if he had been more flexible, then he wouldn't have been Curufin.
From:
no subject
ajsdfl; wrecked brother relationships are the worst, sometimes. :( Or at least they are for me, too? Brotherly relationships (including brotherly BFF types) are among my favorites, you see...I would agree with the idea of Maglor and Curufin not getting along very well. In fact, I don't think Curufin gets along well with most of his brothers, except Celegorm - and part of that is because Celegorm is easy to lead and likes having purpose, and Curufin gives him that. But as you said, he doesn't approve of Maedhros and Maglor (and probably resents some of the authority Maedhros
and Maglor, presumably, for a few years while Maedhros is hanging off a cliff, because he's not Feanor and he is not (in Curufin's mind) doing entirely Feanor's will.It makes sense, though, Curufin being behind a lot of Celegorm's decisions, though, in light of how their relationship is portrayed.
I've written some fic about this.</>
xD ♥
I always did wonder, though, if Dior really was legitimately an elf (or even a half-elf... er... quarter-elf,quarter-maia,half-huamn. whatever), given that he had to've been conceived and born after Luthien was rendered mortal... No real way to know, as he didn't die a natural death and died pretty darn young, at that, anyway (as I recall he's only something like... 40, maybe? when he dies -- a busy few decades, though, given that he was married and had three kids by then -- which wouldn't be unusual for a human, but for an elf?).
But regarding Dior's flaws... um... at least he has his looks going for him? Being Luthien's son and being called 'The Beautiful' has got to mean that he is smokin'. ;D
Well -- they're all kind of dog-ish in their unflagging loyalty to each other / their oath, at least? If we presume that the Oath/Feanor is their 'master'? Or something like that. And they're probably lots of fun to pet and fluff, though they all have mean bites. xD; But they just are.
And another reason Tyelko's more of a dog? He gets along with Huan so well. :)And I must admit that I don't often give as much thought to the three Cs as I do to M&M, twins or some of the cousins --in part, because I tend to RP Maedhros and/or Maglor, so I definitely know what you mean about RP having an influence over how much you think about characters.
But ooh -- I like that image of Caranthir as fire versus Curufin as ice. It makes a lot of sense.
From:
no subject
And yeah -- while some of the 'fate' (like a good portion of Turin's doom) is just characters making stupid (or wise) choices that lead them down certain paths, there's also things like The Music of the Ainur, which 'foretold' all of Arda before they made it... And things like the Doom of the Noldor (which seems to be a sort of self-fulfilling prophecy?).
And ooh -- I remember ages ago I read a fic on FF.N that was a conversation between Finrod and Beren after the last elf before Finrod died until Finrod killed the wolf and died himself. And in it, I think Finrod wound up either implying or stating outright (I forget which) that while Men were free to kind of determine their own fate, the fates of Elves - being bound up with Arda - were pretty much pre-determined by the Music. ... I should find that fic again. Not quite sure I agree with that view, but at the same time, it's still an interesting thought with regard to fate and so forth...
But -- I dunno. I always thought it was rather crappy of the Valar to wait until practically all the Noldor who had left to begin with were dead, not to mention all the poor Sindar and Nandor and so forth! And what about Men? :/ It just never seemed fair to me. Sure, yeah, okay -- maybe
Feanorthe Noldor kinda spit in the Valar's eyes, so to speak, but does that mean you have to spite /all/ the Elves in Middle Earth? ... let alone Men and Dwarvesand Ents.And there is, of course, the question of whether or not the Valar should have ever even brought the Eldar to Aman to begin with.And it's all just ... even though the Valar most likely meant well, it's all too easy to resent them. And yeah. I forget where I was going with this, because I was writing that before classes. Um.
ZOMBIES. Um. :D That sounds AMAZING! *puppy eyes* Might I have a link, please? Or at least knowledge of where it is posted so I can go bask in the awesome that is Feanorion!zombies? :D
*gasp* I knew it! Curufin, you wool-eater you.
I think you succeed very well with your goal with Curu here, though. :)
And oh! I think I know the picture you are talking about? Is it this one by Jenny Dolfan? --> http://gold-seven.deviantart.com/gallery/#/dc5gef
Because she paints / draws some very awesome Silm arts... :o
And oh yeah. :/ Poor dear
even if, as you say, he is an ass-- makes one wonder how he developed such an extreme obsession with followingwhat he percieves asFeanor's will so extremely... because he really did have so much potential -- all of Feanor's sons did, I think, and none of them really realized it. Well, except maybe Maglor in terms of being remembered as the second best musician of the Elves ever. But even there, still there is potential wasted because he spends 600-odd years engaged in war instead of focusing on music and what music he did write in that time was probably largely lost anyway.Also maybe Maedhros achieves some of his potential as a diplomat and leader, though... that didn't go so well, considering.
And oH! Caranthir achieved his purpose! :D He invented tolls with the dwarves! >__>
But yeah. so much potential wasted. :/
Oh did you? :o I shall have to look for that! I've read a lot of your Silm fics over on FF.N but not all of them, and I don't know if you post them all there, anyway?
At the band auditions, that's the song that Curvo sings. :D
D: LJ, WHY DO YOU SUCK? :(
From:
no subject
CURUFUN IS THE PERFECT NAME FOR HIM. I THINK IF YOU JUST PUT A SILLY HAT ON HIM HE WOULD BE MORE FUN. PERHAPS SOMEONE SHOULD HAVE TRIED THIS.
PROBABLY NOT.I read a fic once that had Spock as ...Curufin. Sort of. Except even nastier and more of a sociopath. It was really weird to read. I couldn't make it through the first chapter. >> And oh yes! It is true, people do stupid things all the time when they get emotional. Curufin's stupid things might be proportionally a bit larger, though, like murder by proxy or attempted genocide or so on. But shhh.
Fanmixes are pretty much the only way I discover new music these days! It's kind of ridiculous. Not to mention the fact that I've started relating practically everything to some fandom or another. It is a curse I tell you, a curse.
Ah, people who are sensible about their children. They are rare in the Silm, somewhat. I think he deserves claps just for that. I haven't really thought about Orodreth much except in this context (shameful! focus on the Noldor hahahaha) but it's all true...he seems like he would just rather not be stuck doing this and is doing the best he can because, well.
Oh yes! In faaact I wonder if the lack of approval he probably got from daddy most of the time because Curufin does not believe in warm fuzzy feelings ever possibly influenced the need for affection and attention that might have made it easy for pretty!Sauron to get his claws into him. Cele has to be pretty screwed up, considering his family and the fact that they all died and really, he got pretty screwed. The funniest thing about Cel and Curufin to me, though, is the fact that Cele is just like Curufin with his stubborn. He just didn't see it Curufin's way. It's not that he's not Curufin's son so much as he is, too much, with more of a moral compass. (And claps to Cele's mom, whoever she was, for instilling that...)
YOU SOUND LIKE ME omg brotherly bffs are my favorite, and while I like to see them suffer and fight at the same time when it breaks down it makes me so saddd and I just want everything to be fixed. Sometimes the books I read
/shows I watchare not very good at this. Oh, sigh.Yeahhh, Curufin would be much happier if all of his siblings just followed him without question. But they all have those pesky minds of their own (except Celegorm, that's nice) and that's just such a pain, don't you know. XD
I write way too much fic. >> I come up with pseudo canon, I write fic. I'm avoiding homework, I write fic. I'm in a bad mood, I write fic. I swear. XD
That's actually a really good point! I hadn't ever thought of that, just assumed that he was. But he was super-gorgeous which means he probably inherited the Maia lookstuff, so maybe...? My logic is faulty and I will go no further.
XDD It's so true. They're all just great big puppies with equally great big teeth. But they would be very good guard dogs. What breeds? I always pegged Cleeg as a Belgian Turveren mostly for looks. Or an Irish Wolfhound, Irish Wolfhounds are totally my Huan dog so. >> I feel like Curufin would be maybe a Border Collie because he's really driven and focused. Twins are Irish Setters and Maglor maybe a Greyhound? Some kind of sighthound, I feel like.
Caranthir can be a Pit Bull. I LOVE YOU CARANTHIR.What would Maedhros be?Oooh! Which cousins are your favorites, out of curiosity? Feanorians win overall for me, but the whole damn clan is pretty awesome too.
From:
no subject
AHH lemme go see if I can find it! It'll take a bit of work, it was in the comments of a post I think, but it was so good and while it's only a bit of an excerpt so far it's going to be expanded on, I hope, and is glorious.
Thank you! That is good for me to hear. >>
That is exactly the picture! And oh god, yes. I love her arts. She also does some for ASOIAF and dlkjf all her work is gorgeous. I am so jealous, I don't even.
It's really true. They all could have been really great and it was just kind of...wasted. It is interesting to wonder how Curufin got so obsessed. Something I should think about. I think in my head he's always been a little bit unstable and it just Got Worse with time, might have something to do with that.
Woo, go Caranthir! XD
Yeah, it's on FFN - "Cinder and Smoke" is the one, it was a while ago but I think I still like it.
BAND AUDITIONS oh lord. Can you imagine the YouTube videos? And I'm trying to picture Curufin sassydancing, because that song calls for it. Not quite happening, but... I WISH.
I DON'T KNOW, BUT IT IS TRAGIC.
From:
no subject
From:
no subject
The picture and the excerpt and just... xD Oh I hope there winds up being more to the story. <3
And looking at the one journal entry, I agree with you about the word 'homophobic,' and it has always vexed me that the word instead gets used to mean homosexualphobic. ^^;From:
no subject
MAYBE ON CAPSLOCK_ARDA, A FANART OF CURUFIN WITH A RIDICULOUS PARTY HAT ON HIM MAY SHOW UP SOON. YOU NEVER KNOW.
AND HEY. JENNY DOLFAN PUT WHIPPED CREAM AND A CHERRY ON FEANOR'S HEAD. IT'S TOTALLY POSSIBLE. ( http://gold-seven.deviantart.com/art/Be-careful-what-you-wish-for-161591592 )
Spock as Curufin only more of a sociopath sounds sad and strange. D: And pff. If only Curufin let off steam more often, maybe his stupid-things-he-does-when-mad would be smaller. xD
Haha. xD It is not a curse! It is a blessing because it helps you enjoy the songs etc. from multiple views! >__>
They do seem to be... xD Claps for Orodreth~! He probably never expected to be in charge of anything, really, given that he's the son of a second son, and when he first came to Nargothrond, no one expected Finrod to leave? I like to think that Orodreth was friends with Celebrimbor, though, (which is another reason he'd trust Cel with Gil-galad) given that I imagine them around the same age and both being small children. >__> But that's just more of my headcanon. xD But I'd definitely agree that he is just doing the best he can because he has no choice.
Oh, I would /definitely/ think that no matter which way you read Celebrimbor & Curufin's relationship, how it turned out would influence his relationship with Sauron. Especially if he does secretly crave more affection and attention and pretty!Sauron gives it to him. Definitely claps to Cel's mom, though -- yes. And perhaps part of Celebrimbor and Curufin's problem was that they were /too/ similar in some ways and that fooled Curufin into thinking that they should be similar in others?
There's so much about Celebrimbor's story that makes me sad and makes me want to hug him a lot. xD
D: Nooo. Don't speak of the shows you watch. :( I don't know if you are much of a video gamer, but there is a pretty awesome brotherly BFF relationship in Tale of the Abyss between the main main lead Luke and his BFF Guy. :)
But I know what you mean about loving to watch them fight and angst and stuffer and then nooo. Don't break entirely! Because part of the fun is being able to watch them come back from stuff like that.
LOL. Yes. Damn those independent thinkers!
PFT. YOU CAN NEVER WRITE TOO MUCH FIC! Unless it interferes detrimentally with the rest of your life or something. Then maybe. Just maybe.
xD It honestly never occurred to me to wonder that until I was looking up his age via timelines and then pause and went, "Wait. Holy crap, he had to've been young!" Because even if we presume human gestation time for Luthien, the earliest she could have given birth to him (presuming, of course, that she wouldn't have abandoned life if she'd already been pregnant with Dior -- and also following the timeilne in wikipedia, because I do not have access to any books of notes at school) would have probably been either very FA 466 or 467, and then the Kinslaying at Doriath comes at the end of the year in FA 506 / beginning of 507. Which makes Dior at most 40 years old when he bites it and likely a little younger.
Elves - at least if LaCE is anything to go by - are definitely not considered adults by then, much less likely to be married and have three kids. So that along with the realization that Luthien was sent back mortal had me wondering if maybe he was in fact technically entirely mortal, Elf & Maia genetics aside.
... which would actually be rather sad, since he married and elf and his daughter chose to be counted among the elves. And I would presume that his sons probably got counted among Elves as well? At least, I like to think of Elured and Elurin as getting to be Reborn. :) So it would be sad for his family if he was lost forever.
And the silmarils are their super shiny chew toys!Hmm. I'm not really certain about doggy personalities, because the only dogs I've actually had experience with are a mutt, a chocolate lab and a couple dalmatians, one of whom was pretty much the anti-dalmatian in her personality. xD;
From:
no subject
Maybe Maedhros could be a pharaoh hound? A very tall pharaoh hound. xD But they're reddish colored dogs, and I dunno. I could see him as some sort of very alert hound. And I have trouble seeing him as a floppy-eared hound. xD Though maybe he could be a Great Dane, because they're tall! :D I think the current record-holder for tallest dog is one of those.
As for my favorites of the cousins? Well -- Maglor and Maedhros are definitely my top two favorites out of all of them, and the Feanorion branch is definitely my favorite branch (all of them together = ♥, and the twins snare my curiosity in particular because of the Losgar scene and the potential of one of them dying there). xD; And there's no one in the family I actually dislike, I think. Well, I can't speak for any of the mortal descendents via Elros, because I don't pay much attention to the second age. So we'll ignore them. :) But ranking everyone else... hmmm. Can I just list off everyone? xD
Nah, my favorites of the cousins besides the Feanorions would be maybe... Fingon and Finrod and Turgon
(even if the Turgon-in-my-head has a stick up his ass at times)And Aredhel? Oh, and Idril and Maeglin and Gil-galad.And Celebrimbor, but he's a Feanorion and I just said besides them.And Mr. McSparkly. I mean Earendil. And Elrond. And... damn it, I'm listing everyone off. xD;But I also have a fondness for Aegnor
and his crazy hairand a recent curiosity has developed about Angrod. And I even like Argon, even though he isa Noble Gasmentioned in just one footnote, which puts him just a little bit above Finwe's daughters and assorted wives and possible wives in terms of characterization, because I think he dose actually get described a bit. xD;And yep. I pretty much listed everyone. xD Except Finduilas and Celebrian and Elrond's kids. I didn't mention them. BUT NOW THEY'RE MENTIONED! ;D
If I have to pick my top five, probably Maglor, Maedhros, Celebrimbor, Maeglin, Finrod. Also Feanor and Fingolfin. Who are not cousins but are part of the family? And Fingon is pretty much tied with Finrod, I think. And I really like Galadriel too! How could I forget to mention her? But she is not in my top ten in this family.
Anyway. I hope that I have answered your curiosity somehow? Maybe? xD
I guess characters in the Silm never question it themselves because it's just how their world works? Or well, I'm sure they question the Valar an awful lot, but perhaps other questions, like about Doom and such...
Although with some things like the Doom of the Noldor, I do wonder if everything would have possibly occurred as it did just the same with some minor alterations (like maybe Finarfin would have turned back instead of crossing the Helcaraxe instead of turning back sooner? Or hell, he might have gone across the pond, too, and then things would have been very different back in Aman) or if the pronouncing of the Doom (even if it was just a cautionary warning, i.e. Mandos saying, "Look, guys. Hot Coffee is Hot.") triggered a lot of things that otherwise might not have been?
And let's say that all the Noldor heeded it and turned back. Would the Valar have just left Beleriand to be gradually taken over by Morgoth? Would he have managed to take over everything and surround Doriath and then break even that down?
I have it, though, for why Curvo's obsessed. Secretly? Curufin is OCD and this is its manifestation. >__>
Oh! I shall have to look it up and read it, then! :) Thanks! And haha, isn't it, ah, fun how you can write something, love it, post it and then a while later wish it would go die?
LOL. The YouTube videos would be GLORIOUS!
Maybe if Curufin was slightly tipsy he might sassydance? But you're right. It's hard to imagine. xD Maybe zombie Curufin will dance!
From:
no subject
I AM LOOKING FOR IT. SITTING HERE. AND WAITING.
AND OH MY GOD. ...HI FEANOR. YOU DO NOT LOOK TOO HAPPY ABOUT THIS.
This is true! Curufin just needs to get pissed off more often so he won't flip shit over all the little things. Don't sweat the small stuff, and it's all small stuff.
I bet Caranthir gets him self-help books for his birthday just to piss him off.Cele could use more hugs. He would probably have issues with accepting them, though. Maybe we can just adopt ickle!Cele? In RP the Celebrimbor got crackplotted into being ickle and my Curufin was so. Confused. But he actually did better than with the adult one, so.
I don't play
nearly enoughtoo many video games, so I don't know that one, but I'm always keeping a list of things people mention to me involving OOH BROTHER RELATIONSHIPS. Because that's just one thing that's almost guaranteed to at least get me looking at things. Sometimes more.Basically H/C all the time, I want it. More. Of it. Always. What?
Independent thinkers are SUCH A PROBLEM I'm glad you understand. :| XD
Seriously though! I mean, I guess I am getting better at writing for myself, and probably writing, but there are some ridiculously self-indulgent things that don't need to exist so why are you writing them, you don't need to have 1000 words of fic for all your pseudocanon, Lise, stop. Is basically my thought process. (Never works, but that's how it goes.)
--whoa! You have a point - majority is at, like, 50, right? So Dior would be only an adult in human years. Or maybe half-elves grow up faster or something? I don't know. It is definitely something curious to consider. And you are much better with these dates than I am, I just kind of throw stuff around and make it up as I go along, ahahaha. And Elured and Elurin ;___; they should survive or be reborn or something. Come on, Valar. Help us out here.
XD Yeah, I spend a lot of time around dogs - I'm a total dog person - so I have a pretty good idea about a lot of personalities. Cleeg would make a good Irish Wolfhound also, and then he and Huan could frolic around together being ridiculously huge. And good point about the friendliness re: Curufin. I think herding dog for him, though, still, because of the focus and intelligence and shit. I don't know any of the really fierce working/herding dog types that both guard and herd, though... And oooh! A borzoi is actually even better than greyhound for Maglor. And pharoah hound for Maedhros is also good. They're leggy and they look really regal.
Also also also pit bull is perfect for Caranthir because they're fierce and everything, but they can also be ridiculously sweet and really loyal, and Cara in my head is really close to his brothers, so there's that. And I bet if he bit something he would never let it go, though they're all kind of like that.
From:
no subject
That totally answers my curiosity! And I love how you listed just about everyone. It makes me happy. XD I have a special fondness for Angrod because of (repetitive) RP and pseudo-canon, so if you ever want to talk about that... and oh, you don't even want to know how much I giggled about the 'Noble Gas' crack. Seriously.
Also yaaay someone else who lists Maeglin in their top five yaaaay.XDD I love the picture of the pronouncing of the Noldor as the labels on those drinks, and the whole story just being them spilling it all over the place anyway. ...I don't even know. And yeah, it is curious. Like, could it have been stopped at some point? Once it started was everything decided? ~thoughts.~ Definitely a curious thing. And a place where AUs begin.
XD It happens to me all the time. Is why I try to keep things on my HD for at least two days before I put them anywhere so I don't want to hide my head in shame right away, at least. Maybe after a week.
I want the YouTube videos to exist in real life. Give them to me. Right now.
Tipsy Curufin would...I'm having a hard time picturing him being tipsy. I feel like it would be hilarious. Almost as much as Fingon high. But not quite.
Also Curufin being OCD totally makes sense! If only they could just treat it. :( ...ha. I'm OCD. Maybe this is why playing Curufin is so easy for me? >>
From:
no subject
I had one, once, that involved a zombie invasion caused by this alien on a slow-falling meteor that hovered in the sky like a moon or something, and it was up to me-who-was-Spock-in-this-dream-but-also-simultaneously-watching-this-dream-from-third-person-and-also-simultaneously-sometimes-someone-else, the rest of the main crew of the Enterprise from the 2009 film and randomly Picard, Data, Geordi and Worf AND Sam and Dean to go save the world. And all the star trek people were helping with the aliens but had to learn how to deal with zombies, and Sam and Dean taught them that whil ebeing schooled in how to deal with aliens. And this all took place in an Iowa where palm trees grew.
NO SENSE. None. None at all. And yet? Awesome and bizzare. xD
But ANYTHING x Lovecraft sounds fun. :3
EVENTUALLY I'LL GET AROUND TO PROVIDING A CURUFIN WITH A PARTY HAT. I SWEAR. HE JUST KEEPS RUNNING AWAY FROM ME AND/OR BURNING THE PARTY HATS INTO ASHES. IT IS VERY SAD.
Also? I vote YES on the adopting ickl!Cele motion! :D He'd be so cute and we could hug him forever. ^__^
Haha -- you probably have more free time for writing and stuff, if you don't play many video games. :) I --- used to play more until college. And now, mostly I play Pokemon
like I was in third grade again!because it's easy to play for short durations between classes. But well, It's on your list, now! xD So yeah.H/C all of the time is the best way, amirite? >__> Well. Maybe with occasional bits of action and pure angst and a sprinkling of silly fluff and epic tragedy and so forth mixed in. ... with crack for dessert.
Ridiculously self-indulgent things can be fun to write, though. :) And they're stress relief, so hey! So long a you aslo maybe finish stuff you need to finish for school, it's allll cool. :D
Yes, there is a quote in LaCE that seems to indicate that Elves reach their maturity at around age 50, though it also remarks that some take as long as 100 years to reach their full stature. Of course, that they are fully grown at 50 is only one way of interpretting it. xD My headcanon differs there adn interprets it as age 50 being around when they hit puberty and then age 100 is when they're considered adult. And that with half-elves, they usually grow considerably quicker, reaching maturity - at most - by age 50, sometimes earlier. And in Dior's case, because his mom was mortal when she gave birth to him, I picture him as aging more or less along the lines of humanity. Maybe a little slower. Whether he actually /is/ human or not, I haven't quite decided. xD;
But yessss. Elured and Elurin are totally reborn in my headcanon. xD; A lot of people are, actually...
Cleeg and Huan frolicking together is just such a happy image! ^__^ Maybe Curufin isn't actually a purebreed, then? He could be a mutt of something fierce with a herd dog. Though er... maybe he'd be mad about not being purebred.
And ooh yes. They all just bite and don't let go. xD Well. Except Maglor, apparently.
All of my top five I have played in an RP before, so I totally know how that adds to special fondness. xD But ooh? Psuedo canon about Angrod? :D I always wonder about his wife. And his relationship with his son Orodreth. And stuff like that. :o
And Maeglin just needs hugs. :/ He's always fascinated me, because he's come across as unlucky, probably insane, and just -- I dunno. There's something about him... Which you obviously find, too, considering all you write about him. :)
>D muaha.
:( I would so give you the YouTube videos if I could, but -- I am neither magical nor do I know anything about animation. V__V
And ooh, perhaps?
But ^__^ Basically? I just love the House of Finwe. All of it. Ever.