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spiced-wine-fic · 18 days
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Throwback Thursday
(Sorry it’s Friday, but work is very busy).
Thank you so much @sallysavestheday 🤗
So, two fic endings here. 
Dark Prince was first posted in September 2007 on LOTRFF.com and November 09 on AO3. 
Magnificat of the Damned Book IV: Anvil was completed in February 2019. 
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Dark Prince: Chapter 72. The Chosen. 
Vanimórë held out his hand.
"This is not for either of us I think, but it cannot be in my keeping." He leaned forward and kissed Glorfindel on the mouth, and turned away.
It did not burn him although his fingers quivered and tingled about it. He knew what the Silmarilli were, what was within them, and it was far more than the Light of the Trees.
Glorfindel turned, and Fos Almir was there.
Another rebirth and the greatest.
His body became white flame, the sound of his cry was torn away and through it the Silmaril pulsed like heart, a spirit.
He walked out of Fos Almir like the sun, and the jewel was a star in his hand. He saw Middle-earth in all its splendour, Aman in its aloof purity. He saw everything, felt every soul, save for those judged by Námo, cast out as dross upon a slag-heap.
He said, “Let there be Light in the Eternal Dark!”
He lofted the Silmaril and hurled it. Like a comet it traced a path through the skies and then hung there. Darkness opened about it, a nothingness that spread as if it would devour the jewel, feed on its light and all other light until it covered the whole world. The Void, the Everlasting Dark. But the Silmaril flared against it, shone into the place where the condemned were held.
And it was answered.
There was green, gold. There was light, after so long, when all he had been was a houseless flame which refused to go out, to be eaten by the Night.
The spirit was aware of weight, of flesh, of solidity forming around the soul. He felt air rush into lungs which began to inflate and deflate, felt his heart begin to beat. He staggered, regained his balance. Long hair fell like water against his back.
He went down on his knees again, just breathing, seeing each mote of sand below him, feeling its granular texture. The wild scent of brine was in the air. With a powerful surge and bunch of sinew, he forced this new body to its feet. For a moment the weight disoriented him, and then his soul forged with it as hand into a glove.
Fëanor raised his head.
OooOooO
Magnificat of the Damned. Book IV: Anvil. Chapter 33. 
~ His eyes narrowed. He drew a harsh breath that felt like ice in his lungs. ‘Melkor. It is Melkor,’ he shouted. 
Melkor, in the shape of Ancalagon, possessing the dragon, pouring his spirit into it. Get away from thee, did he, Eru? Or didst thou let him go?
Vanimórë.
He felt himself held immobile by Eru’s will and, in fury, lashed back. All the terror he felt for the Elves he loved, the rage at Eru’s interference, went into one appalling and violent mental slam that ripped agony through a mind still scored raw.
Eru’s presence reeled back in shock and pain, and Vanimórë wrenched himself from that suddenly lax mind-hold, his world limned in one bright blaze of pain.
Fëanor was looking at him. Looking directly at him, and then his eyes flicked to the approaching darkness coming out of the North. They widened.
Fëanor, Vanimórë pleaded, No.
But it was all there, the madness of grief that had brought him to an end in his first life. And the brightest of stars could detonate into supernovas.
The brightest of stars...
A supernova.
And to do what he was about to do, Fëanor had to release his hold. The skeins of light snapped and recoiled into him as he gathered himself.
Oh, Fëanor.
He ascended like a white sun, his sons following him.
Keep them back, Vanimórë. His voice was quite calm.
He dropped his sword, pulled off his helm, let them fall like a statement of intent. They were of no use to him. Raven hair rayed about his fierce, diamond-beautiful face.
‘Father.’ Maglor cried, his voice striking the aether like thunder, and Vanimórë, his heart breaking and a cold fury filling up the cracks, caught the Fëanorions in an iron fist of will. He thought he would weep as they raged and fought against him. But he did not let them go.
Ancalagon’s wingspan dwarfed the skies, midnight shadow racing under them, his jaws open to a cavern of fire. Fëanor poised for a moment, then he moved. Faster, faster, a shooting star but, unlike a shooting star, did not burn out; his brilliance raged greater and greater. Against Ancalagon’s immensity, he was tiny, a firefly to an eagle, but bright as a hole opened to an infinity of Light, a declaration of Life set against that which would devour Life.
In those last moments, Vanimórë read Fëanor’s mind clearly. There was love there, and absolute defiance, hatred like reforged iron for the one who had slain his father, his brother, tortured his son, warred with and slaughtered his people over centuries. He loathed Melkor, but there was little of selfishness there, of self; the theft of the Silmarils did not even brush his thoughts.
Ancalagon’s stretched jaws would have inhaled a warship of old Númenor like a fly and behind them, in the fire chambers, laval flame built and built, red as shed blood, smoke curling around the gigantic fence of teeth. Melkor, riding Ancalagon’s will, was coming for the Silmaril incarnate, the one being in all of Arda he had wanted to possess, to swallow, to make his.
And Fëanor, with all his fire, all his will, hit the dragon like a meteor.
OooOooO
I don’t know who’s done this as it’s Friday now, but tagging @auntieaugury @minquelie @nuredhel @naryaflame @pinksiamese @lucifers-cuvette @cuarthol @gellalaer @crowandmoonwriting @cycas @jane-ways @geneeste @nocompromise-noregrets @swanfloatieknight @sauroff @g-m-kaye @erynalasse @grundyscribbling @thenookienostradamus @blue-istari-stars-of-the-south @gardensofthemoon @elfscribe @zhie @polutrope And anyone else who fancies doing it. :)
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Hey hi hello I didn’t take any good pictures of it but please appreciate my Imelda Pulse cosplay that I spent a lot of time on okay thanks
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Cat sitter update: Patches misses me I miss her 😭
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Do you ever just get so tired and end up writing secononondly, unsure why it looks a lil off 👁👁
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I’ve been getting a ride every now and then from a friend and I never have cash on me so I wanna give them something back by Saturday hopefully (that’s the day of our final. at 8 am. yes this Saturday. for my worst subject. end me.)
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nightvale-thoughts · 1 year
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was on the r/nightvale subreddit and i saw this post
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Guys I'm in a mood rn where I just wanna like. Go out into this stereotypical ethereal comforting forest and just walk around and collect rocks and stuff.. bring some binoculars for birdwatching perhaps as well!!
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black friday shift. wish me luck 🫡
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Something like that, right?
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I really wish I had a Bradley Bradshaw to hold me when I come home each day 😢
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