sparklecryptid

Rated: G
Pairings: None
Characters: Finarfin, Fëanor
Fandom: The Silmarillion
Author's Note: I actually love Feanor to bits but uh. Finarfin does not share my feelings here. They bicker. Harsh words are said. I guess I could tag this canonical brotherly angst?

Summary: Finarfin gets tired of watching his half-brother taunt Fingolfin. He says something about it.


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I have a little ritual before I sit down to write. I make a cup of tea - usually earl grey or chai because I am predictable - and then I open up my laptop and write.

My tea never lasts as long as I want it to. It always vanishes within the first half hour of sitting down so either I need to make two cups at a time or just find someone out there to enchant a bottomless mug of tea.

But enough of that! I got fanart! A lovely reader on tumblr drew Tristan/Caladion as a surprise for me!

Link below. I love this art so much.

mihcor.tumblr.com/post/667137989810487296/another-tristan-belonging-to-sparklecryptid

I find that scripting out bits and pieces of important scenes is helpful to me, so here's a vague outline of the conversation between Arfin and Manwe that sets in motion the events of the story.

arafinwe: you seek an unattainable ideal.

manwe: do i?

arafinwe: what you seek is perfection. the perfect world. a world in which there is no reason for war or strife. but i can assure you that such a thing does not exist. that it cannot exist. each world, each universe that bears life is imperfect. one cannot live and be perfect. life itself is imperfect.

manwe: i’ve made them happy. i’ve made them perfect.

arafinwe: one cannot experience the joys of the world unless they have the capacity to experience it’s sorrows. you blinded them to the sorrows of the world and in doing so have taken their ability to feel joy.

manwe: you’re wrong

arafinwe: no. i’m not.