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Meriadoc and the Halfling's Leaf

I have previously posted about Meriadoc Brandybuck and the Horn of Eorl. I have also posted about pipe-weed, and the crazy Saruman back-up plan to fund his evil wizard lifestyle by becoming the weed czar of Middle-earth. But although Merry adored horns, his first love, last love, and all love in-between, was reserved for pipe-weed.

Merry doesn't just love pipe-weed, he becomes the foremost scholar in Middle-earth about pipe-weed. His book was so widely regarded by the denizens of Middle-earth that it shows up as a spoiler in the introduction to Fellowship of the Ring. But how did he go from local expert to world-wide published author?

This is the subject of today's deep dive.

1

The beginning is the end. JRRT spoils the entirety of Merry's character arc by being unable to stop himself from mentioning Merry's canonical work about pipe-weed in THE ACTUAL INTRODUCTION to FOTR.

This means that when Merry blacks out somewhere on Pelennor Fields, readers might pause and think, "Wait, Meriadoc, wasn't he -- alive at the end of this because he published a book?" That's not the reader's fault, it's JRRT's for spoiling the plot. JRRT makes it very clear that Merry lives, becomes Master of Buckland, and writes the definitive book of lore about pipe-weed:

All that could be discovered about [pipe-weed] in antiquity was put together by Meriadoc Brandybuck (later Master of Buckland), and since he and the tobacco of the Southfarthing play a part in the history that follows, his remarks in the introduction to his Herblore of the Shire may be quoted.

There follows THREE LONG AND LOVING PARAGRAPHS ABOUT PIPE WEED, purported to be written by Merry himself. How did this get into the introductory part of the Red Book of Westmarch? Good question, but probably via Sam, amending Frodo's introduction before he himself sailed into the west -- or from Elanor Fairbairn, who inherited the book after Sam.

Anyway, we now know why Master Meriadoc Brandybuck, Nazgul's Bane, Knight of the Riddermark, and member of the King's Council of Arnor, is actually famous: it's for his deep and abiding love of weed.

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Merry's relationship with pipe-weed and with Théoden grows at the same time. Although Merry enjoys pipe-weed, he doesn't reveal his enthusiasm for it until he encounters Théoden for the first time. Merry seems like an ordinary user of the weed, along with his fellow Hobbits, until a chance conversation with Théoden reveals the depth of his knowledge. His very first conversation with King Théoden, upon meeting him outside the broken gates of Isengard, is:

‘For one thing,’ said Théoden, ‘I had not heard that they spouted smoke from their mouths.’

‘That is not surprising,’ answered Merry; ‘for it is an art which we have not practised for more than a few generations. It was Tobold Hornblower, of Longbottom in the Southfarthing, who first grew the true pipe-weed in his gardens, about the year 1070 according to our reckoning. How old Toby came by the plant…’

And then Gandalf rudely interrupts, or we would have had the entire treatise from the introduction then and there.

3

When King Théoden dies, he tells Merry that he will lament not listening to Merry's herb-lore. This nearly functions as a deathbed geas, and feels like it might be the inciting incident for Merry's later impulse to write about herb-lore and tobacco:

The old king smiled. ‘Grieve not! It is forgiven. Great heart will not be denied. Live now in blessedness; and when you sit in peace with your pipe, think of me! For never now shall I sit with you in Meduseld, as I promised, or listen to your herb-lore.’

Merry is initially unable to fulfil this request because of his sorrow at the memory, but Aragorn (who is able to heal both physical and psychological illnesses as King of Gondor) gently redirects Merry's energy toward remembrance rather than mourning:

‘Good!’ said Merry. ‘Then I would like supper first, and after that a pipe.’ At that his face clouded. ‘No, not a pipe. I don't think I'll smoke again.’

‘Why not?’ said Pippin.

‘Well,’ answered Merry slowly. ‘He is dead. It has brought it all back to me. He said he was sorry he had never had a chance of talking herb-lore with me. Almost the last thing he ever said. I shan't ever be able to smoke again without thinking of him, and that day, Pippin, when he rode up to Isengard and was so polite.’

‘Smoke then, and think of him!’ said Aragorn. ‘For he was a gentle heart and a great king and kept his oaths; and he rose out of the shadows to a last fair morning. Though your service to him was brief, it should be a memory glad and honourable to the end of your days.’

I'd love to know if the dedication page of Merry's book is to Théoden King.

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Merry was the first person to notice the very suspicious presence of Longbottom Leaf in Isengard, and speculate upon how it got there:

‘It is good!’ said Merry. ‘My dear Gimli, it is Longbottom Leaf! There were the Hornblower brandmarks on the barrels, as plain as plain. How it came here, I can't imagine. For Saruman's private use, I fancy. I never knew that it went so far abroad. But it comes in handy now.’

This ties into the deeper tale of pipe-weed and Saruman's plot to own the weed production pipeline for all of Middle-earth.

But out of all of the Hobbits, Merry is the one who says "enough" and wrests the means of production back out of the hands of the evil overlord. Not content to simply hide and plot, Merry uses all his newfound skills from his long journey to immediately raise the Shire to overthrow Saruman and his minions.

‘No!’ said Merry. ‘It's no good “getting under cover.” That is just what people have been doing, and just what these ruffians like. They will simply come down on us in force, corner us, and then drive us out, or burn us in. No, we have got to do something at once.’

‘Do what?’ said Pippin.

‘Raise the Shire!’ said Merry. ‘Now! Wake all our people! They hate all this, you can see: all of them except perhaps one or two rascals, and a few fools that want to be important, but don't at all understand what is really going on. But Shire-folk have been so comfortable so long they don't know what to do. They just want a match, though, and they'll go up in fire. The Chief's Men must know that. They'll try to stamp on us and put us out quick. We've only got a very short time.

‘Sam, you can make a dash for Cotton's farm, if you like. He's the chief person round here, and the sturdiest. Come on! I am going to blow the horn of Rohan, and give them all some music they have never heard before.’

They rode back to the middle of the village. There Sam turned aside and galloped off down the lane that led south to Cotton's. He had not gone far when he heard a sudden clear horn-call go up ringing into the sky. Far over hill and field it echoed; and so compelling was that call that Sam himself almost turned and dashed back. His pony reared and neighed.

‘On, lad! On!’ he cried. ‘We'll be going back soon.’

Then he heard Merry change the note, and up went the Horn-cry of Buckland, shaking the air.

Awake! Awake! Fear, Fire, Foes! Awake!

Fire, Foes! Awake!

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And that is how Merry led the battle for the Shire, and then settled down into a long and productive life as preeminent weed historian of Middle-earth.

[analogousstructureamrod]

Am I not your child still, or has the violence tainted me?

I’ve been thinking about how Lúthien is technically a kinslayer. Does it weigh on her soul? Did the blood sink into her nail beds and she never felt clean again? Does Melian look at her and see her daughter who the nepherdil bloomed for, or the woman that skinned Thuringwethil?

[wraithbride]

huan, the hound of valinor

[7pleiades7]

La Source (The Source) (1893) by Georges Lorin (1850 – 1927), signed bottom left ‘Georges Lorin’, oil on canvas, 36.42 x 29.13 in (92.5 cm x 74 cm), Private Collection

[kathrins-sketchbook]

The Constellations of northern Arda - an autumn sky above Thangorodrim

The constellations of Arda - a night sky made up of the constellations of Tolkien's Legendarium (and some added real ones (lyra, swan, dragon) that seemed to fit thematically) overlaid over an autumnal sky of our northern hemisphere. (somewhat expanded to get all of them in one view (e.g. do not @ me about orion or corona borealis ;) )

Also, for the Tolkien astronomy nerds(TM), Anarríma (which we don't have any information on besides the name) is probably meant to be an adaptation of pegasus. So the actual depiction is completely made up by me.

I ultimately landed on the idea of a giant spider (as the name translates to something like the edge/border of light/the sun) The spider not only fits well with the long limbs of the pegasus but Ungoliant's (and her descendants') stories do always play out in that edge of light and the sun, always desiring, craving and devouring it but also shying away from it. /rant over

Commissioned by @sewn-with-lilies-fair (tyyyy)

[aphrostiel]

some cuddly spirk to heal the soul

[deckofmanymore]

Alright so this was supposed to be just a sketch

ANYWAY here is my rendition of the "reunion" scene between Finrod and Wolf!Sauron from chapter 3 of @chthonion 's amazing fic "Hold me fast and fear me not", you should 100% check it out right now.

[solmarillion]

Do you love sad blonde elves? What about sad blonde elf bards? What about a sad blonde elf bard with a savior complex (who just so happens to be able to tear apart werewolves with bare hands and teeth)?

We're looking for a Finrod cosplayer to join us for a Sad Elf Bards photoshoot at Otakon 2026!

When: July 31st, 2026 (time TBD)

Where: The Apple Store across from Walter E. Washington Convention Center, Washington D.C. No con badge is required.

Who: @solmarillion as Maglor, @skittyusedcharm as Fingon and maddymat_cos as Daeron, whoever our Finrod cosplayer is (maybe it will be you?), and one photographer.

What: This is a paid photoshoot where we pose together in our cosplays! We will decide on a photographer and a list of poses, as well as inspiration and references to send to the photographer. It is recommended that you include a musical instrument along with your cosplay, but it does not need to be functional.

Send me a DM if you're interested, and be sure to share around so we can find our Findaráto in time!

[starspray]

Homecoming

a drabble written for the 4/4/26 SWG instadrabbling session for the prompts: I seek to hold you in sunshine or in rain / beneath the heavens I’m coming home again and Golden, Light, Speak, Alone

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When the ship came at last to the dock Elrond was the first off of it, just as Celebrían was the first to break away from the gathered crowd. She had golden ribbons in her hair and a light in her eyes that he had feared never to see again, and when she threw her arms around him he buried his face in her hair and forgot how to speak. Others moved around them, but they might have been utterly alone on the island for all the heed Elrond paid to them. Celebrían was there and he was finally home.

[peasant-player]

@tar-thelien i drew your doll/puppet like Vaire from here 😩💕

I also was thinking about the Japanese folklore of Jorōgumo (old ass spiders that turn into beautiful women and eat men) and mashed that with the smol fandom hc of vaire having spider features thus I sneaked in a additional set of arms 😌✨️

[asinoeiv]

hiii if you are still taking requests, do you mind doing my boy voronwe or my other boy gwindor, I love them both so much, mah babies.

Of course, do either of them at your own convenience!!! I just love your work so much brah ✋️🧝‍♀️✋️

I'm slightly confused everyone draws Voronwë with black hair. I don't think he has a canonical hair color (?) and I always had Teleri vibes because of his mom and her relation to Cirdan.

here is another Gwindor pre-torture (link)

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Why did Éowyn ask Faramir if he'd rather have a "woman of the race of Númenor"?

Warning: I discuss race and the Númenorean drive for racial purity, and its impact upon the Third Age.

Why did Éowyn ask Faramir if he'd rather have a "woman of the race of Númenor"?

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Then Faramir laughed merrily. ‘That is well,’ he said; ‘for I am not a king. Yet I will wed with the White Lady of Rohan, if it be her will. And if she will, then let us cross the River and in happier days let us dwell in fair Ithilien and there make a garden. All things will grow with joy there, if the White Lady comes.’

‘Then must I leave my own people, man of Gondor?’ she said. ‘And would you have your proud folk say of you: “There goes a lord who tamed a wild shieldmaiden of the North! Was there no woman of the race of Númenor to choose?”’

‘I would,’ said Faramir.

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For most of my life, when reading Lord of the Rings, I read it through the perspective of Gandalf's words about Éowyn, that she'd spent years trapped as a caregiver, watching the realm she loved fall from honor into disgrace.

Gandalf perceives Éowyn thus: "Think you that Wormtongue had poison only for Théoden's ears? Dotard! What is the house of Eorl but a thatched barn where brigands drink in the reek, and their brats roll on the floor among their dogs? Have you not heard those words before? Saruman spoke them, the teacher of Wormtongue. Though I do not doubt that Wormtongue at home wrapped their meaning in terms more cunning. My lord, if your sister's love for you, and her will still bent to her duty, had not restrained her lips; you might have heard even such things as these escape them."

I always pondered that Éowyn had lingering shame about Rohan leading up to the year of the quest, because while Rohan's king was clearly being misled by the treachery of Wormtongue, Denethor's own festering rot at the center of Gondor was much harder to perceive, because it was the result of the Palantir. If you recall, Gandalf asked that no one tell Faramir about his father's final days or why he was mad while Faramir was recovering in the halls of healing, so not even Faramir would know to share this with Éowyn.

But after reading the chapter, "CIRION AND EORL AND THE FRIENDSHIP OF GONDOR AND ROHAN," from Unfinished Tales of Númenor and Middle-earth, I realized that there is a deeper political reason behind Éowyn's question that taps into the long history between the two kingdoms.

Númenor and Race

In Lord of the Rings, we all know from Boromir that Gondor was founded by Elendil and his sons Isildur and Anarion, refugees from the sinking of Númenor. Boromir tells this to us at the Council of Elrond: "Believe not that in the land of Gondor the blood of Númenor is spent, nor all its pride and dignity forgotten."

Faramir too name-drops Númenor when he speaks to Frodo about war. This is actually my favorite quotation from Lord of the Rings, and I want it as a tattoo:

"I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend: the city of the Men of Númenor; and I would have her loved for her memory, her ancientry, her beauty, and her present wisdom."

Why is Éowyn's question about race so important? Racial purity means something very specific -- and not portrayed by Tolkien as positive -- to the people of Gondor who were once of Númenor.

Short history of the urge for an Elven lifespan

Elros Tar-Minyatur, brother of Elrond and founder of the entire line of the kings of Númenor, lived for 500 years. The men who fought with him, who became the people of Númenor, were similarly blessed by the Valar because of their deeds to help defeat Morgoth in the War of Wrath. Elros could have chosen to be more Elf-like and live without aging like his brother Elrond, but he did not; he chose instead to lead men to the Isle of Gift, and founded his great city there.

As time wore on, the Númenoreans became obsessed with long life and agelessness -- in part because the island of Númenor was within sight of Tol Eressëa, the island dwelling of the Teleri Elves. Sure the folk of Númenor were long-lived and full of wisdom, but why couldn't they live practically forever, like the Elves, in unaging beauty? As time wore on and the kings of Númenor became sea-faring, they encountered more of the Elves of Middle-earth, and their jealousy only grew.

By the twentieth king of Númenor, Ar-Adûnakhôr, the jealousy was so strong that they (1) Stopped using the Quenya title "Tar" and used the Adûnaic "Ar" instead, and (2) persecuted people who spoke Elvish, to the point where the Elves stopped taking boats over to visit them. This king died at age 253, a steep decline from the roughly 400 year lifespan of Númenorean kings 1-15.

(There's a cool chart at Zarkanya.net showing the lifespans of each king as the generations decline.)

Of course, weird and creepy things went into keeping the lives of Númenorean kings longer. For example, they speculated that unmingled blood from Elros's line was what kept the kings powerful -- and therefore, Ar-Gimilzôr married his niece to keep the blood of Elros in the family.

Of course, Tolkien never thought that blood alone kept people powerful. Elendil, who was not in direct lineage of the kings of Númenor, but was instead one of the "Faithful" who were lords of the Westward-looking Númenorean city of Andúnië, far surpassed the ages of many of the declining kings, and lived until 322 years old.

Fast-forward to Gondor, where the original blessing of the Valar upon the people of Númenor had dwindled even further. Instead of ruling for hundreds of years, they ruled for closer to 60-80 years, and lived into their 100s. This was still considered better than most men, so people spoke approvingly of the blood of Númenor keeping the people of Gondor and Arnor so long of life.

Gondor and the Éothéod

Where, then, do the people of Rohan come from, and why are they considered a different "race" than the men of Númenor?

Know, o fine reader who is somehow still with me until now, that the people of Númenor came from the three original tribes of men who passed West over the Ered Luin and into Beleriand in the first age. Know also that some of their kin who stayed on the Middle-earth side of the Ered Luin are the folk of Rhovanion, who became the "Éothéod", or Horse-people.

Basically. Tolkien wanted us to know that they are from the same stock, but the ones who remained on the Middle-earth side were not blessed by the Valar with long life and wisdom, because they did not fight in the War of Wrath.

"Rohirrim" was originally an Exonym -- a name given to the Éothéod by the son of Cirion, Steward of Gondor -- kind of like the way in which "Halfling" is what people who are not Hobbits call Hobbits. It's a word that squishes Roh (horse) with -rim (people) in Sindarin Elvish; but the Éothéod soon appropriated it for themselves.

Anyway. So the cousins of the Númenoreans that stayed in Middle-earth lived far north in Rhovanion near Hobbit-country, actually, which is why "Holbytla" and "Hobbit" sound etymologically so close -- it's because they are.

But the people of Gondor often needed these Northern men from Rhovanion to assist them.

During the realm of King Rómendacil II in Third-Age 1300-ish, tension with Sauron came to a head. "Wainriders" invaded from the East. Wainriders were Easterlings who rode in great wagons and war chariots, and were lured to invade by emissaries of Sauron, who goaded them into it with the usual lies and promises.

Valacar, son of Rómendacil II, went to learn the ways of these Northmen from their king, Vidugavia. And while there, he fell in love with the Horse-lord's daughter, Vidumavi.

Vidumavi bore him a son, Eldacar, who soon succeeded his father to the throne. But because Eldacar was considered to be someone MIXED WITH THE BLOOD OF LESSER MEN, the time of Gondorian Kin-strife immediately followed. Gondorians considered Eldacar a "half breed" with no right to rule, and Eldacar's second-cousin Castamir raised the coastal Gondorians of Umbar and Pelargir against him.

[Incidentally, this is why the great Gondorian city of Osgiliath fell -- it wasn't due to Sauron or orcs, it was because Castamir waged war against Eldacar in Osgiliath, and left it in flames.]

Castamir was king for a little while, but was "cruel and ungenerous," and soon lost popularity. A good summary of these days is here.

Eldacar went to Rhovanion to his mother's people and gathered up both the Horse-people and Dúnedain under his banner, and eventually won back power and the rule of Gondor. He slew Castamir, but because Eldacar was not really a sea-faring king, Castamir's sons took to the water and fled to Umbar.

Umbar was never friends with Gondor after that, and this is why the Corsairs of Umbar were at war with Gondor, even up until Aragorn's day in the third age.

Bringing it back around

But it is clear that Éowyn knew her history: "There goes a lord who tamed a wild shieldmaiden of the North! Was there no woman of the race of Númenor to choose?" Éowyn asked Faramir, knowing full well that the racists of Gondor could and did ignite an entire schism within the Gondorian dynasty because of their deeply embedded belief in the purity of Númenorean blood.

"I would," replies Faramir, who is the very best man in Lord of the Rings, because he does not care about blood purity or the possibility of Kin-strife or losing the support of certain factions of Gondorians, and he wants to marry Éowyn because she is an amazing human in her own right.

P.S.

Eventually [lightly skimming hundreds of years of Third Age history] Cirion, Steward of Gondor, needed help. He sent a message up to Eorl, Lord of the Éothéod of Rhovanion, asking him to come assist in fighting a resurgence of orcs and men affiliated with Sauron.

In response to the red arrow sent by Cirion, at a battle just south of Lothlorien in the Field of Celebrant, Eorl and many thousands of horsemen rode up through a mist conveniently provided by Galadriel to hide them from foes, and saved the day.

In thanks, Cirion took Eorl up to a hallowed place, the Halifirien -- a high hill where Elendil's body rested for a time before he moved permanently back to the City of the Dead of Gondor -- and asked him if he'd mind swearing an oath of eternal friendship. In exchange, Cirion would give him the land to the West of Gondor, called Calenardhon, a land of endless fields between the Anduin and the Isen rivers.

This land would later become known for its people -- Rohan.

Eorl swore this oath of friendship, as did Cirion, who called upon Eru Iluvatar himself to witness it -- a very potent oath, as the Sons of Fëanor could tell you -- and that is why Théoden was so affected when he received the Red Arrow from Gondor asking for his aid. Eorl swore that all of his descendants would answer, if Gondor called, and be cursed eternally if they did not.

Théoden answered the call.

[tathrin]

A Bit of Mirkwood World Building:

The amethyst deceiver mushroom, Middle-earth style.

Commonly called Violet Despair, Violet Deceiver, False Delight, Purple Liar, and Shadow Deceiver in Westron.

*elvish name pending someone better at Sindarin than me devising one.

They grow in the southern part of Mirkwood, near Dol Guldur, and in the poisoned lands around Minas Morgul, where instead of arsenic they absorb the Shadows of the place, becoming darker and richer in color, and capable of swamping you with despair and paranoia if you eat them.

They predate the Shadow, but without a source of evil and corruption to feed upon they were nearly harmless: used often for dyes and decorations, although rarely for eating, for even then the Violet Deceiver was known for feeding on the rot and echo of darker feelings, and thus their flesh often became tainted with these sensations and capable of inducing fear, sorrow, and dismay in those who ate them.

Those fungi which found Evil on which to feed were, of course, much worse.

They are not quite bioluminescent, but their coloring is vibrant enough that in the black shadows of Mirkwood's trees and Mordor's gloom, they can trick the eye into thinking that they glow; but it is a glow that sheds no light to drive back the surrounding dark.

The Rangers of Ithilien encounter them much more rarely than do the elves of Mirkwood, for the Rangers do not brave the lands close to Minas Morgul; but they have come across them often enough to know to be wary of them also. (Among the Rangers, the mushrooms are sometimes referred to as "Violet Joys," as a form of bitter irony.)

Their spores exude a mild compulsory effect, tempting those who smell them to eat them, even when they know better.

The initial taste of the mushroom is sweet, almost too sweet, thick and cloying; this is followed quickly by a sharp sensation of peppery heat, and then a heavy nauseating muskiness (although few people are paying much attention to the taste at that point; mostly the latter is noted as a foul, rotten aftertaste lingering for a while in the mouths of the survivors).

Their scent is distinctive: alluring and floral, like lilies or lilacs, but with a hint of the sickly-sweet stench of rotting flesh lurking beneath that floral fragrance. By the time you notice the latter, you are already close enough to be imperiled.

Consuming even a single mushroom is enough to trigger the effects, engendering overwhelming sensations of despair and paranoia. Most victims report simultaneous symptoms of both, but some experience primarily hopelessness, while some suffer predominantly from the fear, and others vacillate between the two extremes.

Eating more than three or four will leave one in a fraught emotional and even hallucinatory state for several hours, or even days.

There have been no known cases of fatal poisonings from consuming the mushrooms, but many folk—elves and mortals—have died while under the effects, whether as a result of blundering into some peril they could not properly comprehend, being too absorbed or apathetic to defend themselves against another threat, or from breaking under the despair and terror and taking their own lives before their senses clear.

The Unhoused Shades that haunt Southern Mirkwood are prone to lingering near the mushrooms as well—or perhaps it is the other way around, and it is the rot of those trapped souls upon which the mushrooms feed.

Either way, the sight of them is a sign of peril.

These mushrooms were devised for @tathrin's fic And In The Darkness to Unmake Them and @babybat98's fic The Last War of the North, but are offered free for use of anyone writing in the Tolkien fandom who wishes to add them to their stories.

Ideally we ask you to link back to this post so that other readers can likewise make use of this bit of shared world building, but that's not a hard requirement for inclusion in your works.

All you have to do it not claim the idea for your own, and continue to freely share it with anyone else who wants to play too. Thank you!

[laurie-fish]

[balrogballs]

Annatar in Eregion

Here's the finished version of the Annatar commission WIP concept sketch i posted a couple of weeks ago, ie, I was essentially given the direction:

you're the greatest smith in all the lands and you find this creature on your bed asking you to make him a fuckton of rings. wyd?

don't ask me why he's in horny jail, it was tumblr who put him there, not i | japanese fan overlays by ぱーらめんと

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[runmien]

Fëanor in Blue

[atlantablack]

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I am systematically reading my way through all these fics today and they are so good