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first-son-of-finwe:
i-am-the-inksinger:
morgause1:
nelyafinwes:
Imagine the Dagor Dagorath
Melkor goes to meet his brother on the battlefield, this is it, the Final Battle, the end all be all.
He’s staring down Manwë, gripping Grond tight, ready to make his own destiny, fuck the prophesies, but his brother just stands there, hands empty, hands up. Smiles at him and steps aside.
And from behind Manwë comes Fëanor, screaming.
That’s just not a fair fight.
Poor Melkor.
Songs there will be in the time to come of exactly how petty Manwë is capable of being
At some point in the middle of all the stabbing Turin shows up, taps Feanor on the shoulder like “erm…can I?” and he’s just like “oh yea sure go ahead”
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first-son-of-finwe:
i-am-the-inksinger:
morgause1:
nelyafinwes:
Imagine the Dagor Dagorath
Melkor goes to meet his brother on the battlefield, this is it, the Final Battle, the end all be all.
He’s staring down Manwë, gripping Grond tight, ready to make his own destiny, fuck the prophesies, but his brother just stands there, hands empty, hands up. Smiles at him and steps aside.
And from behind Manwë comes Fëanor, screaming.
That’s just not a fair fight.
Poor Melkor.
Songs there will be in the time to come of exactly how petty Manwë is capable of being
At some point in the middle of all the stabbing Turin shows up, taps Feanor on the shoulder like “erm…can I?” and he’s just like “oh yea sure go ahead”
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