“you have NO IDEA how high that bar is” – I have some idea. I used to knee-jerk offer to Beta any stranger’s fic when I first came around the Tolkien fandom. A thankless job. The worse the writing–the less likely they are to accept corrections. (I am not talking typos or misspelled words either, although there were those aplenty.)
I lost my camera cord–ordered a new one. This was this time of year five years ago in Sunset Park Brooklyn. Trees turn really late here and then the leaves take forever to fall.
For those who never knew him, I can say only that there was a charm about Delaunay that compelled the affections of all who surrounded him; for good or for ill, I might add, for I knew later some who despised him. But those who hated him were the sort who envied excellence in others. No matter what he did, Anafiel Delaunay did it with a grace that eludes most people in this world.
“Long before, in the bliss of Valinor, before Melkor was unchained, or lies came between them, Fingon had been close in friendship with Maedhros . . .”
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