Imagine Mandos before Dagor Bragolach
Like just strolling around his halls, nothing much happening aside from keeping an eye on Fëanor now and then
Calm and relative quiet, enough halls and room for everyone….
AND SUDDENLY THOUSANDS OF BURNED ELVES POP UP
FOLLOWED BY MEN
FOLLOWED BY MORE ELVES
AND AS HE RUNS AROUND WITH HIS MAIAR, BUSY AND BITTER AS FUCK, TRYING TO FIT THE SUDDENLY TOO MANY GUESTS INTO ROOMS AND CELLS AND HALLS
FROM SOMEWHERE DEEP DARK DOWN
THERE IS A CRY
“BROTHER! FINALLY! LET’S TALK ABOUT THE SHIPS” “THAT’S /HALF/ BROTHER TO YOU”
And that is how ‘migraine’ was invented
The Nirnaeth couldn’t have been fun either.
“Just so we’re clear, Maedhros did nothing wrong”
“Eru damn it, Fingon”
Námo deserves it.
Hahaha!
The house of Finwe, the original definition of disfunctional.