“Thus [Círdan] forfeited the fulfilment of his greatest desire: to see the Blessed Realm and find again there Olwë and his own nearest kin. Alas, he did not reach the shores until nearly all the Teleri of Olwë's following had departed.”
having hate anons again reminds me that "troon," as a slur, reads like a fantasy slur made up by a truly mediocre YA author. it sounds a fake cuss word from a cartoon where talking animals teach kids good manners. this is what they call you when you get hate-crimed in candyland. at least "tranny" has some teeth but we took it from you and now you're trying to hurt my feelings with a word that sounds like a low-intensity swear for young aspiring clowns
imagine a kind, gentle little guy is brought to your house one day by a bunch of rowdy dwarves and you decide to take pity on him let him come back and stay because he seemed so sweet and polite and then he just starts writing rpf about your grandparents and singing it in your dining room to all your friends
This is the one section of the book that I have memorised word for word. I love it so much. Laurence just fucking tipping him out of his chair and dragging him out.