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  1. Rec 40

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    Valinor was every bit as beautiful as the songs promised.

    Its streets glittered with the dust of diamonds, gleaming under the radiant light of a sun that shone brighter, purer over the hallowed lands than it ever had over Middle-earth. The peaks of the Pelori, soaring and snowcapped, loomed pristine in the distance, mocking her with every glimpse. These were not mountains that had ever known the tread of an orc's foot, nor suffered spilt blood or harrowed screams. Even the sands of Eldamar were white and silken underfoot, nothing like the abrading grit of the beaches of Belfalas where her mother had once reigned.

    Celebrían hated it.

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    On names, grandmothers, and what it's like to live when the whole world thinks you should not have.

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    29 Nov 2025

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    AO3 is great, but can it run Doom? Of course!!

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  3. Public Bookmark 39

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    Fingon's plans to marry break Maedhros' heart.

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    07 Sep 2025

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  5. Public Bookmark 13

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    Perhaps the strangest thing in his grandson’s war camp was Gwindor.

    The former thrall of Angband, missing both a pinky and an eye, was the first thing anyone noticed when they approached the young High King. He stood at Gil-Galad’s right hand, the head of the king’s personal guard, a presence as steady as the steel at his hip. There was nothing ceremonial in the way he carried himself, no courtly bow, no polished armor. He looked like a man who had walked through fire and come out the other side knowing exactly how much of him the flames had taken.

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