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  1. Public Bookmark 4

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    There had been years during the Siege of Angband when he would find himself standing somewhere without being able to account for how he had got there, his mind having quietly excused itself from the intervening hours. There had been nights when the singing started — his own voice, without his permission, performing the old songs of Aman in his tent, while his men outside fell carefully silent and pretended they could not hear. There had been the moment at the second Kinslaying when he had stood at the edge of the harbor and felt something behind his eyes go very still and cold, and then he had walked forward, and he had done what he had done, and afterward he could not be sure whether the coldness was grief or whether it was something worse — whether he had felt, in some very small and terrible part of himself, nothing at all.
    That frightened him more than anything else. More than Morgoth. More than the Oath.

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    17 Jun 2026

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    Maglor sat on the stone bench, utterly still, his hands in his lap, his eyes fixed on something very far from the garden.
    "Maglor."
    Nothing. The ferns continued their business. A bird in the upper branches expressed a brief opinion.
    "Maglor."
    Elrond hardly ever raised his voice without cause, and he raised it now — not much, but with a particular quality in it, the note that costs something to use, that means I am here, come back. Maglor startled like a man surfacing from deep water, blinking, locating himself by degrees: the oak, the bench, the moss, the tray, Elrond.
    "Forgive me," he said, and his voice was rough from disuse. "You have been trying to reach me for some time."
    "A minute. Perhaps two." Elrond set the tray on the bench with the careful economy of long practice making difficult things seem ordinary. He poured without asking. "I hope you will forgive the interruption. It is rather chilly in the shade, and it seemed to me you might be persuaded to share a cup of tea."

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    14 Jun 2026

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    Aulë invents a Dwarf : Yavanna has suggestions.

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    07 Jun 2026

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    How Celegorm taught the twins not to be afraid of the woods.

    The story of Celegorm and Elured and Elurin.

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    03 Jun 2026