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Last night was like, fuckin' weird. First, all of this shit happened, and then I was fuckin' tucked in bed with a fuckin' silk comforter and everything.
Like fuck, man.
I mean, I could live this aesthetic lifestyle like that fuckin' Vanyar noochie king or some shit guy, served up by a fat bitch, but I think I have a bit of a problem when Fëanor comes and strips ya naked and pushes you into a bath of bubbles.
Right.
I remember that Fëanor had done a bit of fuckin' shit to me, man. I don't really remember WHAT he/she did since I was high off my ass at that time (well, what did you expect?) so I decided to do the next best thing and find out what fuckin' happened.
I found a copy of the Silmarillion!
Now, see here...
Then Fëanor grew wrathful, for he still feared delay; and hotly he spoke to Olwë. 'You renounce your friendship, even in the hour of our need, yet you were glad indeed to receive our aid when you came at least to these shores, fainthearted loiterers, and wellnigh emptyhanded. In huts on the beaches would you be dwelling still, had not the Noldor carved out your haven and toiled upon your walls.'
But Olwë answered: 'We renounce no friendship. But it may be the part of a friend to rebuke a friend's folly. And when the Noldor welcomed us and gave us aid, otherwise then you spoke: in the land of Aman we were to dwell for ever, as brothers whose houses stand side by side. But as for our white ships: those you gave us not. We learned not that craft from the Noldor, but from the Lords of the Sea; and the white timbers we wrought with our own hands, and the white sails were woven by our wives and our daughters. Therefore we will neither give them nor sell them for any league or friendship. For I say to you, Fëanor son of Finwë, these are to us as are the gems of the Noldor: the work of our hearts, whose like we shall not make again.'
Thereupon Fëanor left him, and sat in dark thought beyond the walls of Alqualondë, until his host was assembled. When he judged that his strength was enough, he went to the Haven of the Swans and began to man the ships that were anchored there and to take them away by force. But the Teleri withstood him, and cast many of the Noldor into the sea. Then swords were drawn, and a bitter fight was fought upon the ships, and about the lamplit quays and piers of the Haven, and even upon the great arch of its gate. Thrice the people of Fëanor were driven back, and many were slain upon either side; but the vanguard of the Noldor were succoured by Fingon with the foremost of the host of Fingolfin, who coming up found a battle joined and their own kin falling, and rushed in before they know rightly the cause of the quarrel.; some thought indeed that the Teleri had sought to waylay the march of the Noldor at the bidding of the Valar.'
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Fuck!!!! Fëanor!!!! I need a fuckin' word with you....
Like fuck, man.
I mean, I could live this aesthetic lifestyle like that fuckin' Vanyar noochie king or some shit guy, served up by a fat bitch, but I think I have a bit of a problem when Fëanor comes and strips ya naked and pushes you into a bath of bubbles.
Right.
I remember that Fëanor had done a bit of fuckin' shit to me, man. I don't really remember WHAT he/she did since I was high off my ass at that time (well, what did you expect?) so I decided to do the next best thing and find out what fuckin' happened.
I found a copy of the Silmarillion!
Now, see here...
Then Fëanor grew wrathful, for he still feared delay; and hotly he spoke to Olwë. 'You renounce your friendship, even in the hour of our need, yet you were glad indeed to receive our aid when you came at least to these shores, fainthearted loiterers, and wellnigh emptyhanded. In huts on the beaches would you be dwelling still, had not the Noldor carved out your haven and toiled upon your walls.'
But Olwë answered: 'We renounce no friendship. But it may be the part of a friend to rebuke a friend's folly. And when the Noldor welcomed us and gave us aid, otherwise then you spoke: in the land of Aman we were to dwell for ever, as brothers whose houses stand side by side. But as for our white ships: those you gave us not. We learned not that craft from the Noldor, but from the Lords of the Sea; and the white timbers we wrought with our own hands, and the white sails were woven by our wives and our daughters. Therefore we will neither give them nor sell them for any league or friendship. For I say to you, Fëanor son of Finwë, these are to us as are the gems of the Noldor: the work of our hearts, whose like we shall not make again.'
Thereupon Fëanor left him, and sat in dark thought beyond the walls of Alqualondë, until his host was assembled. When he judged that his strength was enough, he went to the Haven of the Swans and began to man the ships that were anchored there and to take them away by force. But the Teleri withstood him, and cast many of the Noldor into the sea. Then swords were drawn, and a bitter fight was fought upon the ships, and about the lamplit quays and piers of the Haven, and even upon the great arch of its gate. Thrice the people of Fëanor were driven back, and many were slain upon either side; but the vanguard of the Noldor were succoured by Fingon with the foremost of the host of Fingolfin, who coming up found a battle joined and their own kin falling, and rushed in before they know rightly the cause of the quarrel.; some thought indeed that the Teleri had sought to waylay the march of the Noldor at the bidding of the Valar.'
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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Fuck!!!! Fëanor!!!! I need a fuckin' word with you....