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    "And will you now claim our right?" demanded Caranthir, when the sons of Fëanor met in council after the fall of Fingolfin.

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    In which the sons of Fëanor throw house parties, the beer is terrible, 20-something hipster elves act like their drama is as bad as it is in canon, and macking on cousins is fair game.

    75% banter, 20% soap opera, 5% fratty humor; 100% dramamonsters.

    I regret nothing.

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    Finduilas has escaped the Isle of Werewolves with her life, but nothing else. Desperate and grieving, she has fallen in with a group of Edain street thieves on the edges of the Dark Lands. Alone, she watches the comings and going the Necromancer's men and fantasizes about revenge.

    When she finds her chance for vengeance in a one-handed exile passing through the border town, she seizes it. But a terrible curse lies over her new companion, and if she not careful, his Doom shall also be hers.

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    14 Oct 2024

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    In a perfect, controlled picture of grace, a long white figure emerges from the car, wrapped in silk trimmed with snow-white fur despite the stifling heat, his famous unfashionably long white-blonde hair softly draped over one shoulder under a snug-fitting cloche hat, his lean, supple waist emphasized by the long, drop-waisted line of the coat, his face a picture of pale perfection, with the barest hint of paint to enhance his gorgeous, dramatic features.

    This is Thranduil Lasgalen, possibly the biggest star in the movies in the year 1925, male omega, worshipped by the public the world over.

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    18 Sep 2024

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    (from og fic:)
    Maitimo knows he is not in his own bed even before he is fully awake. He is cold, freezing cold, as no elf in Aman could ever be. It doesn’t get cold in blessed Valinórë and yet Maitimo shivers, reaching out for a blanket that is not there. His right forearm hits hard, icy stone. His right hand hits nothing.

    In a far too soft bed, under the pure golden light of Laurelin in a Tirion of many years ago, Maedhros opens his eyes. He digs his right hand into the folds of unfamiliar bedsheets, and knows immediately that something is wrong.

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    Maitimo in Amon Ereb in a Beleriand that he does not yet know must figure out how to get back to his own body while trying to understand the horror that his future self has become.

    Maedhros in an Aman he thought long dead rushes to fix the mistakes that ended up dooming his line and costing him nearly everyone he ever loved.
    The thing is, Maedhros might not actually want to get back to his own body in his own time at all...

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    31 Jul 2024