Fire on fire, would normally kill us But this much desire, together, we’re winners They say that we’re out of control and some say we’re sinners But don’t let them ruin our beautiful rhythms
You are perfection, my only direction It’s fire on fire
arguably the best russingon take is that long before the Revolt of the Noldor and all that followed, long even before Fëanor drew a sword on Fingolfin in the king’s hall, Fingon, alone out of everyone, saw in Maedhros the sparking potential for the ruthless killer we know by the end of the First Age…and, “valiant” being a rough synonym for “adrenaline junkie”, was like, “I can’t believe I’m going to sleep with him.”(Turgon: “You don’t have to.” Fingon: “No, I’m gonna.”)
the second-best russingon take (still Tirion era) is that they were both perfectly aware that their close friendship was a key component of the decreasingly sticky glue holding together the Noldor royal house, so even if they’d only gotten along moderately well, they each would’ve sought the other out driven by sheer social/political calculation—and this shared determination to hold their extended family and their people together is exactly what made them so genuinely close.
Born not long after the Noldor arrived in Beleriand, Mentelossë was the child of Fingon and his wife, whom he married only for political purposes. Her father was truly in love with his half-cousin Maedhros, though Mentelossë did not realize this for a long time. She spent much of her younger years with them, and looked up to Maedhros as a father figure. Mentelossë went to Gondolin with her uncle Turgon, where she fell in love with Glorfindel, Lord of the Golden Flower. Alas, Glorfindel died before they could be wed, and after the Third Kinslaying at the Havens of Sirion, Mentelossë joined the Fëanorian host to protect Elrond and Elros and reunite with Maedhros. She remained with Elrond throughout the Second and Third Ages, and was overjoyed to see Glorfindel again when he returned to Middle-earth. Mentelossë and Glorfindel were married in Imladris, and sailed together to Valinor in the Fourth Age, where she reunited with her fathers and welcomed a child of her own into the world.
The white stone of Tirion always baked in the warmer months, emitting nearly visible waves of heat and withering the carefully pruned and kept gardens of its inhabitants. Even the fountains seemed to lose heart halfway through the summer, their bubbling streams seeming lazy and hopeless in the oppressive heat. It was a full-time chore to keep Tirion’s vibrant greenery alive during this time as it needed hourly watering and even sometimes artificial shade to keep it from dying altogether. Still, it was a job the city undertook with pride, each citizen pitching in and doing their job to keep the beauty of the city alive and to care for the delicate flowers and artfully draped vines that added natural beauty to the city’s shining glory.
Sure, every time of year is perfect for celebrating our beloved Noldor, but why not have an entire week dedicated to fanworks and fannish endeavors? The week of July 18-24, 2021, expect to see fics, art, playlists, poetry, and much more!
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Fool, How could I not love you How could I not wait for you How could I not admire you When I carry you in my mind, In my dreams and in my heart all the time
Neither distance nor time They would never be able to keep me from you Nor the paths I have yet to walk Nor anything, nor anyone
I love you, I miss you, I dream of you, I wait for you, I can’t live without your kisses My life can’t be called life if you are not in me
