I have ~1/3 of a Maedhros fic written, and I think the pacing is wrong. Anyone want to take a look and comment?

( Don't worry, it's short. )

So, as I may have mentioned once to Nol, I'm trying to write (in my copious amounts of free time) a critical essay entitled "Creating the Moral Mythos: An examination of attempts at communicating a morality through fantasy", being a comparison of the efforts of JRR Tolkien, CS Lewis, JK Rowling, and Phillip Pullman to establish a moral framework in ( Read more... )

Well. That certainly puts football in perspective, doesn't it?

Be back when I've finished bawling like a baby.

Speaking of Tolkien and football, where the hell did I put the "Feanor +7" icon?

Being (noticeably) healthier and (slightly) less busy than during the past year, I'm attempting to return, in my spare time, to my calligraphy/book arts hobby. Not only do I owe Guede the gloriously epic bound copy of Book of the Green Field, but I'd also like to achieve my long-held goals of decorating my living room with calligraphied poetry ( ( Read more... )

Of Gorlim the Unhappy, calling out to Eilinel. No I didn't write it.

The Surrender
by Halfwest

A mound of downy heather is waiting on a hill ( Read more... )

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Photoshop hates me and apparently doesn't like to draw straight lines, but I finally got the damn diagram finished. I dread having to make the one for the Princes of the Noldor. Nevertheless, here's the second part of my very brief overview of the Sil. The first part can be found here.

( AnguaLupin's Very Brief Overview of the Silmarillion, Part the Second: The coming of Elves; the Elves travel to Valinor; divisions among the Elves. )

sweetestremedy asked for this, and since I seem to be going through a Sil phase (look, it's the summer break, ok, there isn't any footie to distract me), I thought it might interest other non-Tolkien readers on my flist as well ( Read more... )

"My brothers lie dead in Doriath," Maedhros said, with emptiness in his eyes. "I held them when they were born; I fed them and washed them and brushed their hair. I watched them grow and brushed away their tears." He moved closer, and now there was something in his eyes: a burning light, too similar to what had been seen in Feanor's before the ( Read more... )

I've posted several times before on how a lack of sleep and an excess of time in lab makes my mind have strange dialogs with itself. For this particular gem, born out of having less than five hours of sleep over the past three days, I am relating the descriptions of the Valar's work in ordering Arda found in the early Quenta to the actual ages of ( Read more... )