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My Fëanor story I wittered about previously has now morphed from just being the tale of Dead Fëanor zooming around invisible becoming increasingly infuriated, through How to Fill up 42 Years of War of Wrath, through to: Hey, while I'm at it, I could try to answer my various questions about the latter end of the Silmarillion, specifically:
1) Maedhros: WHY? (this has been my number 1 question from the Silmarillion since I was ?13, I think)
2) Where the hell is Celebrimbor?
3) Apart from the breaking of Thangorodrim, what are Elrond and Elros up to, and given their seemingly unpromising foster-parents, how come they grew up so well-balanced?
4) Gil-galad, Galadriel and Celeborn: what were they up to?
5) Who sank which bits of Beleriand, and did they have to?
6) What are the strengths and weaknesses of the Vanyar as a fighting force?
7) Whither the Dwarves of Belegost?
8) Whither the Sons of Bor (remnant) given that they are not Edain?
9) Can you get ships up the Brandywine river, and if so, how far?
10) how does the economy of a dwarf-city interact with the surrounding agricultural area?
11) ETC.


65,000 words and still there is absolutely shedloads of War of Wrath to go, AND I still need to decide what to do with Dead Fëanor, who is now frivolously bantering with Gandalf and bloody-mindedly refusing to be in a story with a proper ending to it.

Normally I can never write anything this long or anything like this fast, and to be honest, I never thought I would or could write Tolkien fanfic at all. It is all most odd.

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king_pellinor
14th Feb, 2017 07:57 (UTC)
It also explains the dismay caused by the unleashing of Black Ancalagon and his cohorts. If your standard operating procedure is to flood the ground around enemy hosts before having a celebratory cup of tea, the appearance of flying enemies has got to be a bit disconcerting.

Bilwe: "Look! An enemy host"
Bobiel: *Yawn* "OK, break out the usual spells. Now, are we out of camomile again...?"
Bilwe: "They've flown right over the flood! They're nearly here!"
Bobiel: "Er, what? Oh. Er. Actual fighting. Damn, this is a teaspoon not a sword. Which end do you hold again? Where did I leave my armour...?"
BOTH: "Earendil! Earennnnndilllllll!!!!"
bunn
14th Feb, 2017 09:55 (UTC)
'damnit this is a teaspoon'

Although I found something that says the Vanyar use spears rather than swords, which might actually tie into the 'not wanting to get hands dirty' thing.
king_pellinor
14th Feb, 2017 11:52 (UTC)
Talk to Philmophlegm about polearms - "Camomile Teaspoon" may well turn out to be some sort of guisarme/glaive.

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