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“Now you look like you could use a drink, elfling. Lucky for you, got plenty to spare.”

“Just push the ol’ lion out of the way if she ain’t willin’ to share that seat.” The warrior woman leans forward, tawny skin and dark scars catching the firelight as she hands Therith a tankard. “Now —— you wanna do the talkin’, or should I?”

anonymous asked:

"Shhh. Atar, don't tell Atya, but I took his gold ribbons." -starts braiding them into his hair- "You look pretty in them, too."

Maedhros released a soft chuckle as the elfling started to braid the ribbons into his hair.

Mad Love

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by TheFeanarion

The progression of Fëanor and Fingolfin’s relationship from “not brotherly” to “not brotherly”

Words: 4363, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

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