Silmarillion fanfic
I just finished reading The Silmarillion recently, and I am completely immersed in the overall pattern of Middle-earth.
The history of the Noldor is tragic and respectable
In the book, Feanor——
The description of this Noldor prince who can be said to be the beginning of everything that followed is as follows:
Fëanor was superior in craftsmanship and eloquence, and had more knowledge than his two brothers; his spirit was like a burning fire. He was very tall and handsome, and he liked to give orders. His eyes were piercing, and his hair was as black and shiny as a raven. He was restless and unswerving in whatever he pursued until he achieved it. What he decides to do will rarely be changed by the advice of others, let alone by force.
Fëanor was the most outstanding of the children of Ilúvatar, in body and soul, courage, perseverance, appearance, understanding, skill, strength, and delicacy.
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There is no doubt that Fëanor is wise; at the same time, he is also extremely arrogant.
Of course, an elf who can create the Silmarillion, can create text symbols that are better than Lumir, and [the first batch of gems created are completely colorless], may he also have the capital to be proud?
It was his almost paranoid arrogance that brought disaster to the Noldor...
For several nights after reading the book, I kept sketching the history of elves, so I came up with a bold idea——
In my story, I will create a brand new elf based on Tolkien's story, and tell the story of the Sons of Feanor from his perspective...
The topic seems to be a bit far away. In short, this story is about the Noldor and the elves.
Reader comments
Does it have to be until half past twelve?
Really hope so. You can start over. It must be good this time
Does it have to be until half past twelve?
Really hope so. You can start over. It must be good this time