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[minviendha]

I'll go be productive later.

For the moment, I love this thing too much and just can't help it.

Ask any of my puppets a question in comments and they will answer you, in character. Crack ensues. It's fun. For an example, more or less, of how this works, see this post.That's really all I've got. Other than my raging desire to know what the

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[ma_feanorian]

I wandered a little, I suppose. It has been a while.

No, yes, and no. He never consulted with me on anything he was making, because he never liked me - or anyone - to see things that were unfinished. That would be his perfectionism, I suppose. It might not be exactly right if it wasn't finished, and so.

He hardly even talked about the Silmarils while he was making them. I think it's almost a superstition - I'm the same way about something I'm sculpting I think might be good. Talking about it jinxes the process, somehow. At any rate, I never thought much of his reticence on that front. I knew he was making something he meant to be great, and that he would show me when he was ready.

Of course, after the fact, it is easy to say that yes, I wish he hadn't made them, because if he had not, and so on. At the time even, a little, perhaps. When he became so completely obsessed with making them, I was as jealous as if they were a rival for him, which I suppose they were. And it seems that he may have turned out to care for them more than me. But forgive me; it is past time for such bitterness, yes?

No. I said then that I would not go, and I still stand by that. I mourn my sons and him, but I would not have gone, and nothing that has happened since has changed my mind. I didn't believe that he was right then and I certainly do not now. No matter how much I loved - and love - him, he is still wrong.