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Finrod faced him completely now and stepped forward, reached with his right hand and caressed the ends of Maeglin’s dark hair with his fingertips. “Your hair is beautiful. It is a shame you cut it so.”
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Commission by @anattmar , please go commission her this is absolutely immaculate work ❤️
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ALT
Alain de Botton, Essays in Love [transcript in ALT]
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Safia Elhillo from “Geneva”, Girls That Never Die: Poems
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aure vives, ‘wildflower crush’
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his big doleful eyes and violently self-destructive tendencies have captivated me
Ah yes this was gold (a.k.a my Finrod in a nutshell)
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Maeglin Lómion
Finrod opened the box, fished out a ruby signet, and in doing so - mind perhaps troubled since the beginning of the eve - sent rings tumbling to the floor. Tri-color bands, one or two bubble-design bands, a few golden ones, and a curious one: a silver, slim betrothal ring.
He had barely the time to let go of the box, and for them to fall, that Maeglin was behind him encircling his waist. Finrod had not heard him move, not with his cat-like steps, and the heavy thoughts upon his mind. He answered the affection instinctively, leaning close into Maeglin’s hold. The ruby signet, he took to wear upon his thumb, then glanced over at the rings on the floor. A flash of something in his gaze - the silver band still laying on the floor.
Wordlessly he bent, sweeping all the toppled rings up, on his way to chuck them back into his box.
But Maeglin’s hand gently closed around his wrist. “I am sorry,” Maeglin said, quietly. A kiss, pressed against Finrod’s nape and ear. “It is a sensible subject. I did not mean to be so sharp.” A pause, a laugh audible in the voice when he spoke again. “May I see what enthralls you so? I swear it, you have as many rings as there are grains of sand on a beach.”
And, emboldened by the recent changes in their relationship, Maeglin snatched the box from Finrod’s hand, stepping back with a grin. “Do you believe I will find the answer for all sorrows within it? The Secret Flame?”
Before Finrod could object, the jewelry box was opened - and he briefly pursed his lips, but let his hands fall to his sides. Maeglin fished inside it, still grinning, before suddenly stopping- and Finrod resisted the urge to shut his eyes when Maeglin found the specific ring he did not want him to find.
A frown passed on the Sinda’s face.
“Have your Amillë given you her ring?” Maeglin asked, the silver band laying on his palm. “It is… sweet? I did not know it was a thing that was done amongst the Noldor. Did she not know how you loathe the thought of a betrothal?”
“No,” Finrod said. “Tis mine.”
“Yours?” Confusion clouded Maeglin’s face, followed by the beginning of anger. Exactly what he had not wanted, Finrod thought. “Yours to give, you mean…? But you told me…”
“Told you what? I told you nothing.” In turn, his voice was sharper than it ought to. Finrod held his right hand out. “Give me the silver band, if you please.”
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Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena
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— Vladimir Nabokov, Gods ("The Stories of Vladimir Nabokov")
Doom, Gloom and Maeglin Chapter 15
“I know,” said Finrod, waving it away with a beringed hand. “It is an excuse, I know, but Ilúvatar take me if it isn’t the dumbest excuse I have ever heard. Anyway – yes, when I first came to the shores of the Narog, I found Mîm and his kin, and despite their mistrust and fear of me, I convinced them to collaborate with me, and we began to delve and improve Nulukkizdîn together. The foundations of what you saw – our roads, our bridges – were the work of the Nibin-nogrim and my engineers, architects and craftsmen. The labor was difficult, of course, and part of the agreement was that the Nibin-nogrim would be compensated with part of the treasure I brought from Valinor, and a right to remain at the oldest tunnels – as our neighbors, you understand?” Now, Finrod shook his head. “But they decided – Mîm decided I was not trustworthy, and tried to slit my throat one evening. I had to expel them for such treachery, though these caves have once been theirs. A tragedy, that. I then sought the aid of the dwarves of Nogrod and Belegost after that, and it was with their work that Nargothrond was finally completed.” And that is where Azaghâl first beheld your beauty, and he decided to make for you the Nauglamír, and… Maeglin’s thoughts took a dark turn, and jealousy roared up as a fire inside him then, but he bit the inside of his cheek and said nothing. He let the silence stretch between them.
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“If I fell away, at the edge of the world, would you follow?”
Source: hapless-hollow
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I need you to love me more, love enough to drown it out (mitski)
― Stevie Smith, Richard Siken, Ana Lucía Ceballos Cáceres, Emily Palermo, Katrien de Blauwer, Natalie Diaz, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Natalie Wee, Jenny Slate