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    On the low and high (but mostly low and trashy) crafts of the Eldar.

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  1. Public Bookmark 3

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    “Am I not fair to look upon?” She knew herself a beauty, though she could not recall her own face.
    “Of course you are very fair, my Lady.” He bowed his head, casting his face into shadow.
    “Do I not please you?” She held her breasts in her hands. They were high and firm. She must be young, yet. They had not swelled with milk nor sagged with age.
    “Of course you please me, my Lady.”

    A Lady of the Noldor and a Dark Elf join in body on the forest floor. When the flesh between his legs fails to satisfy, she makes use of his fine, strong hands, and their many pretty rings.

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    05 Jul 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 9

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    “Oh,” Fingon says instantly, “If you truly think I am huge, I must tell you about my friend.”

    Finduilas pauses, suspicious. “You have a friend?”

    “Cruel. I have many friends.”

    “Name them then,” she demands.

    “My friend,” Fingon ignores it, “is even taller than I am.”

    Slowly, she draws back to stare at his face with pure disbelief, as if he has announced that the moon has moved.

    “No,” she says, flat as a door shutting.

    ...

    Minas Tirith has seen countless visitors.

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    02 May 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 7

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    “We have given you time,” Celegorm said. “You are my brother’s wife. That gives me a share of you.”

    “Not to me, it doesn’t,” Silithúr snapped, and had gone to take refuge by Curufin, who looked upon her fear indulgently. That was not the same thing as protection, she keenly knew. The problem with relying upon his word was that he had never understood her objection, only humored it.

    Eventually his patience ran out.

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    21 Apr 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 30

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    'If loving you were a sin,’ breathes Findekáno, reverent lips pressed to his shoulder blade, whispering as if in holy confession, ‘then I would be glad to burn.'

    This is the story of Maitimo and Findekáno through much tragedy and much less triumph, much loss and much more love, from the Years of the Trees to the end of the First Age.

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    22 Mar 2025

  5. Public Bookmark 85

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    There are empty spaces in their minds where memories should be.

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    16 Mar 2025