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Member since 8 August 2017.

About Me

"I know what my dad did, and I'm sorry." - Celebrimbor, and possibly Maglor

I may be obsessed with the House of Finwë, even the line of Fëanor. Especially the line of Fëanor.

I try to write remotely funny stories about the Finwëans and other elves (because mortals are below me and all of that stuff). I don't ship Russingon because I've always wanted to marry Maedhros—EXCUSE ME, I meant I just didn't like the ship and yeah . . .

I don't ship Haleth/Caranthir because I may or may not want to marry both of them also. (Haleth is my role model like ohmygod can I please become as amazing as her) 

Here's a piece of a story I'm writing so you can get a feel for my (horrible) writing style:

Amrod and Amros both smiled discreetly into their wine glasses as they watched the chaos unfold before them. As usual, Maedhros was standing in the corner, talking quietly to a few of his friends, including Fingon. Maglor was up in front, playing his harp along to a lively dance song with the other minstrels. Caranthir was sitting on a small bench as close to the door as possible, conversing with some very shady looking elves whom had never been seen before.

And Celegorm and Curufin, the staples of this joke, were wasted.

Even the twins themselves found themselves surprised at this. It took an extreme amount of alcohol to get an elf drunk - Celegorm and Curufin had consumed over 100 goblets each, a staggering amount for mortals and elves both. 

But never mind that. What mattered was getting Celegorm over to where the sons and daughter of Fingolfin had grouped up, and isolating Curufin in the middle of the dancing floor.

Amrod and Amras stood up together, never missing a beat. They placed their wine goblets on a near-by table, and walked quickly to their drunken brothers. Celegorm and Curufin didn't seem to understand the fact that poking fun at their twin brothers in public had consequences, but tonight, they would pay the price.