Swinging both ways, violently, with a bat. Brit, she/her, ScribeofArda on ao3 where I have no control and can't stop writing sequels. Author of A Thread Unraveled and the aurë entuluva verse, the time loop fix-it of the Nirnaeth Arnoediad that has gotten way out of hand
Can you do one where Huisang is upset about the loss of his best friends? After the cloud recesses and the training camp he looked forward to seeing Wei Wuxian and JC again and now they don’t even like each other and WW is so cold now. Maybe they deserve a forced vacation?
“Oh,” he said. “I see. This is a hallucination, and I should go get checked out by the doctors.”
“Rude, da-ge,” Nie Huaisang sniffed. “Also, you should in fact go get checked out by the doctors some more. I’m still worried about you, you got out of bed too quickly after everything. But also: rude!”
“All right, I’ll concede that maybe I didn’t hallucinate and you in fact said what you said,” Nie Mingjue said. “But…why? I thought you liked Wei Wuxian!”
“I do like him! Of course I like him!”
Nie Mingjue threw his hands into the air. “Then why in the world would you want me to bring him to trial?”
The paradox of tolerance is only a paradox if you think of tolerance as some sacred and unconditional moral duty. Some ultimate and absolute law with no exceptions, and if you ever slip into the sin of intolerance, you must repent yourself and beg for forgiveness. Yeah no fuck that. Tolerance is a social contract. You’re in the game as an equal player for as long as you play by the same rules as everyone else, and if you don’t, your ass is fucking out. You’re not entitled to the same respect you won’t give others.
“Oh so you all tolerate each other just because you tolerate each other, but if I want to destroy you, then all of a sudden you want to destroy me?” Literally yes. That’s the gist of it. What’s not clicking. This equation is so simple it barely counts as math.
Ao3 won’t let me share using the usual skin for some reason, so a makeshift one it is! Chapter 12 is now up, featuring one of my favourite things to write in this series: letters.
Characters:
Túrin Turambar, Beleg Cúthalion, Mablung of Doriath, Húrin Thalion, Niënor Níniel, Beren Erchamion, Lúthien Tinúviel, Maedhros | Maitimo
Additional Tags:
Fix-It, Time Loop, Alternative Universe - Groundhog Day AU, Everybody Lives, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Is Túrin’s life much much better than in canon?, Is he still the most emo character I have ever written?, Yes to both, But also he’s a fascinating study in nature vs nurture, Depression, Túrin’s life is much better but he’s still not doing so hot at times, Him and Beleg’s relationship is complicated but very very loving, They hold hands so much y'all, I didn’t even mean it they just kept doing it, Beren and Lúthien are finally entering the story, Which means things have just gotten interesting, We’re having a look at canon and taking a hard left, Starting to go into really unfamiliar territory, Things are being set in motion now
Series:
Part 13 of Aurë entuluva
Summary:
I remember standing on the banks of that river, Fingon already dead on the plains before me, Turgon long gone and my brother fallen at my feet. My axe was falling apart in my hands, and I knew I would soon fall. And yet I called out. I don’t know why, or who to, but I called out. Aurë entuluva ! I suppose that I was right. The day has come again.
The day may have come again, but the world is still vast, and shadows gather in the hollows of the valley.
Sometimes all you need is someone else to stand in them with you.
ALSO thinking about how tolkien spent his whole life studying the textual remnants of old stories and their translation and the nature of how those stories are passed on, and then wrote his own stories based on those stories that themselves explore the nature of what it is to be stories, complete with internal textual transmission and oral tradition and examination of what it is to be remembered, and then after his death those stories now have their own textual history, full of manuscript errors and revisions and missing pieces and retellings. like the uncertainty inherent in storytelling, and particularly the uncertainty in the act of recording them that he condensed into the internal narrative of the text ended up refracted back out onto the stories he wrote themselves
I don’t think the Arkenstone is a Silmaril but I do think that Thranduil “son of an Elf from Doriath” Elvenking looked at this little mortal who had stolen a marvelous gem from a king—not to keep, apparently, but to freely give to strangers—who was sacrificing this treasure, his safety, and perhaps even his honor, but to prevent bloodshed—and drew some definite Silmarillion associations.
(And when he said “You are more worthy to wear the armour of elf-princes than many that have looked more comely in it,” he may not just have been speaking of metaphorical, abstract elf-princes.)
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