[Type] A The Silmarillion fanfiction.
[Disclaimer] Everything belongs to J.R.R. Tolkien. The mistakes in this story are all mine.
[Epigraph] …and this doom I add: the deeds that we shall do shall be the matter of song until the last days of Arda.
Feanor, in The Silmarillion, of The Flight of the Noldor
The Noldor, a proud people from across the distant sea, destined for immortality yet burdened by doom. Please don't describe them with the cruel phrase “kinslayers”! They wrote the history of the First Age with their lives and blood. Their fierce courage, nobility, and tragic grandeur should not sink into oblivion with Beleriand. They made mistakes, but their achievements had long since surpassed their past failings. For them, they had already paid with endless tears and countless sacrifices.
As Feanor said, their deeds would become the stuff of song until the last days of Arda. Without them, legend would lose its luster.
If anything in the stories below moves you, let us give thanks together to Professor J.R.R. Tolkien. He created such a wondrous world, and a history that makes us tremble whenever we think of it.
[Characters]
Blood on Your Banner: Fingon
Noldolante: Maglor
A Perfect World: Glorfindel
In My Darkest Hour: Maedhros
The Breach in the Walls: Maeglin
[Note]
These short stories were written early on, and their style and plots are rather immature. Still, I decided to include them here to commemorate the passion and fervor I felt back then.
Premise:
The golden flower that always giggles. . . I always feel that if you don't bring the golden flower when you use the dry tofu ring guard, you just want to upgrade it.
I watched THE LORD OF THE RINGS trilogy in one sitting on the plane back to Beijing from Washington. Also admire the Silmarillion. Magnificent legend
Has this content been changed? Why is the section where Turgon arrives missing?
I always feel that M is quite stupid, with moral corruption like human beings. In the Northern and Southern Dynasties, they did so many things to kill the husband and the mother, but to kill the son and the mother, do you want to get up the next morning and find your head? Silverfoot just needs to marry a mortal. The elves seem to be lacking strength, and by the time they realize it, it's already too late.
Beautifully written. There must be no one who doesn't like Fingon, right?
Mantou Si's famous saying "not the first" appears again! …