SO MUCH THOUGHTS ABOUT HOW IF BRUCE ALLOWED JASON TO KILL JOKER LIKE IT FIXES NOTHING!!! WITH THE COOLING BODY ON THE GROUND BETWEEN THEM THE SON STAYS DEAD!!! THE IDEA OF THE DAD-GUARDIAN-ANGEL STAYS DEAD!! YOU AND YOUR DAD STAND IN THE DARK STILL UNABLE TO LOOK AT EACH OTHER AND BE SEEN
#knowing the twisted ways jason’s mind works his next thought would be #‘you allowed me to kill. therefore you’re giving up on me’ #or #‘you don’t love me enough to care about the blood on my hands’ #basically. you allowed me to do it (derogatory) and ruin myself over nothing #you allowed me to carry this burden (via @yvtro)
YEA EXACTLY. like this was a suicide mission. jason has no plan to live after this confrontation with bruce. bruce will kill him (proving to him that he never mattered in the first place) or the bomb will kill him (his point will be made). and that’s that. in none of his plans does he believe bruce would actually allow him to kill someone in front of him, even if it’s his son’s murderer.
one thing that i can’t keep off my mind is that every targaryen heir who i feel would have been a great monarch are all the ones that have dark hair. like rhaenys would be the QUEEN, she would be that BITCH. jace velaryon had the charisma of alysanne, that kid literally won her mother the war with his personality. imagine how good of a king he would have been. baelor breakspear literally died because of justice, he sacrificed himself for a nobody because that was the right thing to do. duncan is literally one of the most beloved targaryens of all, he would have continued his dad politics with the small folk. and it’s suspicious idk.
Has anyone ever covered the subject of 'What if Fingolfin was the son of Miriel, and Feanor the son of Indis'?
Obligatory disclaimer: all characterizations are at least 50% headcanon/theory.
I almost said, "I'm not sure that would even work", because so much of Fëanor is shaped by being Miriel's son and so much of Fingolfin is shaped by being Fëanor's younger brother and chief rival...and especially, so much of Fëanor's huge role in the narrative is shaped by being Miriel's son... But the thing about Fëanor and Fingolfin, if not the then certainly a reason they could never get along, is that they're far more similar than either will admit. So I CAN tell you how the early years go.
First: accept the premise that canon!Fëanor, son of Miriel, really literally has superelvish strength of fëa. At minimum, he got, like, half his mother's; possibly he got enough for the like 4 additional children Miriel might've borne to Finwë had she not been a creatively ambitious madwoman. This is how he had the literal creative energy for groundbreaking inventions in multiple disciplines (notable linguistics, jewelcraft); this is how he spoke so forcibly that a herald of Manwë bowed and got out of his way; this is how he scarred his savage intent into the very melody of Arda, shaping events hundreds, maybe thousands of years after his own death. This is why it's impossible for anyone to have a neutral opinion on Fëanor - people loved him or hated him, but there was no ignoring him.
[Sidenote: we as a fandom don't spend enough time appreciating creation as a holy act. The Secret Fire, the means by which Eru gave life and sentience to everyone from the Valar to the Edain, is the purest power of creation. Elves should view all art and craft as inherently religious acts!]
Of course, some one that was just Fëanor, and the Oath was so very permanent because (to my mind) Eru is the sort of parent who's like, "you want that [self-inflicted curse] for a permanent tattoo? Okay, I'll support it, but don't come begging for me to undo it..." And canon!Fingolfin very much had his own Going Off in Glory moment, and did rather more damage in his final fight...but I'd argue that Fëanor was NOT at his best in his final balrog match, whereas Fingolfin...well, he was fell and fey, but he focused it in a way I think Fëanor no longer could when he charged ahead. I'd say that Fëanor had already spent much of his astonishing strength on the Silmarils, on the Oath, on standing up in the immediate wake of the declaring of the Doom and filling his people with such fire that most of them, let's be real, still followed him to Middle Earth even after he tried to abandon them - and the rest of them helped him abandon over half their forces and then charge into battle.
SO. In this motherswap au, it is Fingolfin Nolofinwë Arakáno who is born with that raw strength of spirit. Arakáno is the name he keeps, because it is the name given to him by his mother, Miriel Þerindë, whom he killed with his birth, reminder to all of the unhealable Marring of the World, and he will not let her be forgotten.
Finwë sees Indis of the Vanyar and her love for him, and returns it; the Valar allow this and Miriel allows it and declines to return to life, and Arakáno is...fine. He's fine. (Finwë isn't an idiot, he's worried how Arakáno is taking this - he's always worried about how Arakáno is taking everything, ever since Miriel died. Ever since Miriel first left for Lórien. But if Arakáno won't talk about it, and he does seem happier when Finwë lets him help with things...)
Because of course Arakáno wants his father to be happy, of course he is happy for him, and for Indis! They should have all the time they wish together - would Finwë like him, Arakáno, to handle this day of sitting in judgement on disputes brought before the throne? He's been studying law and justice with the loremasters... Would Finwë like him to oversee this committee on the building, and the building itself, of these new towers in the southern part of the city. Oh, and could Arakáno please sort out that affair with the silversmiths? He has some theories of conflict resolution and internal management he wants to try...
(There's no indication in canon that Fingolfin ever had notable skill at any creative craft - but the Noldor were famous for lore as well as craft, so by the Valar, Arakáno who is not Marred will study. And he clearly had no small skill at leadership - a natural talent in canon honed by practice, here not only practiced but augmented by that raw strength of spirit that could light fire in an entire people.)
Meldayendë* Findis, Fëanáro Curufinwë, Lalwendë Irimë, Ingoldo Arafinwë... Arakáno is always polite to his younger (half-)siblings. He plays with them for an appropriate few minutes whenever his father or Indis asks, or sometimes even when the (half-)siblings themselves do. At worst he is curt when he says that he's busy, and chivies them gently but firmly from his rooms. And with every breath he silently says: this is my city, this is my kingdom and my people, this is my place in Father's affections, in the Noldor, in the Great Song of Arda itself, and you are not wanted here.
*Meldayendë, Q. "beloved daughter", mothername I made up on the spot just now. Findis was named while Finwë and Indis made hearteyes at each other; this much is obvious in canon.
Every now and then, Arakáno forgets himself, or he's desperately lonely, or he decides to heed Finwë's asking to just try a little harder to warm up to them, and his (half-)siblings win a genuinely approving or even fond smile. They all live for this, because how can they not love their older brother? He's as bright in spirit as a star come to the ground, he's beloved of the whole city, he's the cleverest person in the world except for Father... They all hate him, because he clearly despises them, even if Father pretends not to notice, and when Arakáno walks through a room first, bright and charming, everyone is a little colder to them in his wake.
(Fëanor was, is, always fire, long before he turned himself into an all-consuming blaze that was briefly the only light in the Dark; Fingolfin was, is, always fire as well, but one that was so concentrated in its burning that it grew hot enough to be as cold as ice.)
Findis goes to study among her mother's people in Valimar, and rarely returns home to Tirion, where Arakáno is Prince. Arafinwë goes to Alqualondë. Lalwendë is the only one of Indis's children with a knack for the currents of court, and she is just stubborn enough to not abandon Tirion completely (though she often visits her oldest and youngest full-siblings). Mostly she makes herself not a threat - she laughs, she flirts, she throws parties.
Curufinwë is the only one who sometimes makes Arakáno's cool break in temper. Of all Indis's children, Curufinwë looks the most like Finwë, the most like Arakáno, which shouldn't matter but it does. The Noldor hew to their beloved crown prince - beloved of the people, beloved of the king - and rhetoric is a most-admired craft, and Curufinwë has no natural talent for it...but it's quickly obvious that he has a natural talent for most other crafts. Linguistics! Smithing! Jewelsmithing! He has a creative zeal, some murmur, that has not been seen since Miriel Serindë herself...
(Finwë murmurs; Finwë tells Arakáno, trying to give him reason to draw close with his younger (HALF-)brother...)
Curufinwë all but runs away from home to go apprentice with the Aulendili, years younger than most such apprenticeships start, and Arakáno, who of course did nothing to encourage it, is quietly, viciously satisfied. Curufinwë all but elopes with Nerdanel Mahtaniel, and they immediately run off to explore a promising vein of marble in the southern Pelori, for Nerdanel's sculpture and Curufinwë's...whatever craft Curufinwë is interested in this year. Arakáno gives them study traveling packs as a wedding present.
(Curufinwë all but eloped just when Arakáno was about to announce his own engagement with a wonderful elf named Anairë, who is the only person he's ever met who can consistently beat him in an argument. Arakáno told himself this is coincidence, there was no way Curufinwë knew - and anyway, when had hot-tempered, impulsive Curufinwë engaged in any sort of planning?
Finwë was briefly positively gleeful about the idea of his sons having a double-wedding. Curufinwë and Nerdanel explained that this was a courtesy notice and they were going to get married tomorrow night and immediately leave for this promising marble they'd heard about. (Curufinwë briefly considered doing it just to prove that they could, but Arakáno would be so much better at the smiling and pretending this was all fun and fine, and anyway, he didn't want to have a wedding in Arakáno's city; he wanted to marry Nerdanel.))
The honeymoon is cut short, of course, by the need to return "home" for Arakáno and Anairë's wedding, which is as grand and glorious all the craft of the Noldor could make it. Now, I will say, as I say for canon, that there are just enough emotionally intelligent people involved that no children are ever conceived out of pure spite/competition/etc, nor even mostly nor muchly spite/competition/etc. But I will say that Anairë gets pregnant sooner after her marriage than she would in another timeline (and everyone watches her pregnancy and post-partum days very carefully, much they way they used to watch Indis), and Arakáno names his firstborn son Findekáno - "chieftain" from his own "high chieftain" and the "fin" which is nearly synonymous with the Noldorin kingship; his line and Finwë's and nothing else matters.
Curufinwë and Nerdanel, in any timeline, have children with 0 sense of political timing and 100% horny creative enthusiasm. But when they bring their firstborn to court, Curufinwë - who never does anything by halves - announces that his name is Nelyafinwë, third Finwë, and there's really no possible explanation like "first child of the third generation" this time.
(War, then.)
(Another constant of the Song, no matter the key: Findekáno will be impulsive in spirit, always happiest riding out of the city to hunt, camp, jump off cliffs for the joy of the splash and challenge dragons for the defense of his people. Nelyafinwë will have his father's temper but honed to, if not a cold flame, then at least a sharp, precisely wielded blade; he will always be happiest with ink on his fingers and a well-argued law just passed for the improvement of the roads. The only things they will love more than each other are their loyalties and duties to their respective houses. Sometimes this will save the Noldor and sometimes it will doom them.)
Curufinwë and Nerdanel promptly leave the city again, newborn in tow, to explore some quartz caves in the west.
For several hundred mostly happy years, it goes like this:
Ingwë has long-since left Tirion to sit at the feet of Manwë upon Taniquetil; he is still High King but that always mostly meant he was tie-breaker between his younger colleagues. Finwë is King in shining Tirion, his people still love him for leading them through darkness to light - and they love their Prince Arakáno at least as much, and the two of them pretend Indis and her children don't stand between them. (Finwë hopes time will make pretense will wear gently into reality; Arakáno knows it never will but for love of his father, he won't escalate unless provoked; Indis is...getting tired of this.)
Findis stays in Valimar. Curufinwë and Nerdanel mostly only return to Tirion to briefly present Finwë and Indis with new grandchilden - though they stay for a few years after the second while Fëanor throws himself into study with Rúmil, and eventually emerges with the Tengwar, which immediately catches on. Lalwendë is a laughing, harmless gem of the court, Noldo enough to admire beautiful art and attend and discuss lectures, but she has neither craft nor study of her own. Arafinwë falls in love with Olwë's eldest daughter and they do literally elope, the first notably rebellious act of Arafinwë's life, and live by the shore.
Eärwen confesses to Nerdanel that she and Ara are thinking about having a child, but she's a little nervous. Nerdanel says, "I'm just waiting for Curufinwë to finish his current project before we have another - why don't I send you a message when we've begat our newest, and you and Ara can come together then, and we can go through everything together? I'm happy to be a guide - this will be my fourth, after all!
(Boy oh boy, if you thought Finrod and Turgon were a dog + cat combo... Anytime in the future:
Finrod: Hi, I'm Findaráto, and this is my cousin and best friend, Carnistir!
Caranthir, glaring and maybe holding a knife: If you make him sad, I'll make you with you hadn't been born.
Finrod: That's Carnistir for 'It's nice to meet you!'
That works so well, and overall time is wearing pretense just a little bit into reality, or at least, the raw power of (grand)children is mellowing everyone, that Arafinwë does the second bold thing in his life and goes to his eldest brother Eärwen goes to Anairë and says, "This worked really well when Nerdanel and I did it, so... Ara and I are thinking of trying one more time for a girl. Would you like to try coordinating pregnancies and births? And regular playdates? So maybe family holidays will be slightly less terrible, if only because Finwë is vibrating with joy?"
(Irissë and Artanis simply do not vibe, unfortunately. But the thought counts a little.)
(And Tyelkormo introduces Irissë to Oromë's Hunt, and she is quickly so skilled a shot that she hunts in white and cares not what sees her. Findaráto befriends Turukáno against Turukáno's will, because between Carnistir and Artanis, Findaráto is emotionally attracted to people who will escalate any conflict. Angaráto and Aikanáro conclude that Findekáno is the Coolest Person Ever and he delightedly takes them under his wing - when he's not busy staring a Completely Normal Amount at Nelyafinwë Maitimo. Maitimo, when not staring back, learns statecraft from his (half-)uncle and grandfather with a determination that is part personal interest, part desire to make everyone get along, and only a little bit knowledge that his father isn't very good at this but clearly someone needs to be if they're going to have a real foothold in Tirion.)
...But somewhere in there, Melkor is released. Olwë turns him away, but Finwë, hopeful and invested in the concept of reconciliation, bids him welcome.
And then Curufinwë, greatest in skill of the crafty Noldor, creates the Silmarils.
Now, a couple posits about the Silmarils:
Fëanor literally put some amount of his own fëa, shorn off the whole, into each gem. Possibly that's why they hold Treelight they way Elven eyes do.
This is NOT HEALTHY for an elf who wasn't literally born with extra fëa-stuff.
In every timeline, Fëanáro Curufinwë would do it anyway.
So Curufinwë is... So long as he has at least one Silmaril on his person, he's fine. Two is better, three is best. If they're out, lighting the room, he's more than his best - that is still concentrated Treelight, after all. The pinnacle of Noldorin jewelcraft. Varda herself has hallowed them. Anyone would be hale and glorious while wearing all three, their creator certainly not least of all.
(But otherwise, he's...tired. He's never not tired anymore, save with Silmarils against his skin.)
Needless to say, Finwë wants to go back in time and STRANGLE himself for ever comparing his too-brilliant second son to his too-brilliant first wife. He's handling this with a combination of anxious doting and loud praise (the most concentrated amount of either that...any of Indis's children have ever gotten from Finwë, reminiscent of his anxious care for Arakáno, well, before Indis). Also needless to say, Arakáno is...conflicted. On one hand, Projecting About Mom Hours, with a side order of I really must be Marred, to spread this curse to so many around me. [Note: do NOT tell me canon!Fëanor didn't have these thoughts.] On the other hand, of COURSE Curufinwë, "[mocking tone] craftiest of all the princes of the Noldor", had to go and do this, with an excuse to wear them constantly. Hallowed by Varda - yes, the Queen of the Valar who gladly dismissed Miriel and her real heir, in favor of Indis of the Vanyar and her spawn...
(Morgoth whispers, greed awoken...)
Arakáno corners Curufinwë and delivers a blistering lecture mostly on the theme of how you could be so careless; how could you do this to Father. Curufinwë, the only one who can regularly provoke his older brother to real temper, snaps back something mostly along the lines of, I'm so sorry you're jealous that you can't!
This is not a world where it has ever occurred to anyone to question the place of Finwë and Miriel's son in leadership of the Noldor - indeed, Finwë is King of the Noldor, and does most diplomacy with the Teleri, Vanyar and Ainur, but for all practical purposes, Arakáno rules in Tirion.
...Anyone but Curufinwë, whose first son is named Nelyafinwë. Curufinwë, now plainly proven greatest of the crafty Noldor in their most beloved art of jewelsmithing. Curufinwë, who regularly wears one, two, or all three Silmarils on his brow, and so walks in a halo of blessed light.
(It's barely occurred to Curufinwë to question Arakáno's leadership of the Noldor, his place as Crown Prince of Tirion, any more than it would occur to anyone in canon to question Fëanor's place as greatest, most skilled crafter of the Noldor. Like, you could, but infuriating as it may be, you're objectively wrong. Curufinwë will even admit, to select people these days, that he doesn't want the job himself - maybe Lalwendë could do it? Or, y'know, Father could actually do his job. Most importantly: why should he, his siblings and all their children and their mother, always, still, feel like barely tolerated guests in the city of their births? Why should Arakáno get his way all the time?)
(Melkor whispers...)
"Oh, you want Tirion?" Arakáno challenges (in much finer language). "Fine! The Noldor aren't a place, they're a people (you half-Vanyar mongrel). We were Noldor when Finwë led us in the Great Journey, we were Noldor when we arrived in Valinor with nothing, and built our realm here with our own hands - we would be Noldor if we returned to Middle-Earth, and built realms anew there, with no oversight from the Valar at all! In fact, maybe we'd be more Noldor, achieving greatness with nothing but the skill of our hands and the wit and wisdom of our learning!"
"The skill we learned from Aulë? A 'we' in which I include myself, proudly! The learning of, what - forestry and plant-husbandry from Yavanna? Hunting from Oromë? I have left the city and lived in the wilds, brother. What do you even know of building anything with your own hands at all?!"
"Yes, we all know of your much-acclaimed skill, oh blessed, shining peacock. Thank you for your agreement, wisely said for so many years, that more of us would be happier wandering afar! You and your family are, of course, a prime example. How well we might make ourselves - unless you're scared to leave the so-called protection of the Valar?"
"The so-called - !"
"Are you and my mother not proof that the Valar cannot keep the promise they made 'our' father of a land of bliss? Or maybe they never meant to keep it..."
"The Valar cannot shield us from knives we drive into our own sides out of pride- no, arrogance, and jealousy."
"Oh, so you admit it!"
(Melkor whispers...)
"King and father, wilt thou not restrain the pride of my brother, Curufinwe, who is called the Spirit of Fire, all too truly? By what right does he speak for all our people, as if he were King? Thou it was who long ago spoke before the Quendi, bidding them dare the long, dark road to peace in Aman. Thou it was that led the Noldor through all the perils of that road - only to be betrayed here at the last! It is your own fire-spirited son who now most suffers from the seductions of this land, just as my mother, Miriel, your beloved wife, did. So I speak as you did long ago, and beg you: reconsider!"
And then...
Well, it is always going to be fire-tempered Fëanáro Curufinwë who draws a sword on his (half-)brother in the king's hall.
And the Valar will always cry foul at the explicit threat of violence. They do want to maintain the peace they promised. And no act is so plainly destructive, anathema to the thesis of the Secret Fire, as to take a life outside the course of nature.
So Curufinwë is exiled, and many of his followers go with him. His sons go with him (Maitimo and Findekáno have barely spoken in weeks). His wife...may or may not go with him; I'm not sure how their marriage is going right now. Better than canon, but is it good enough??
Lalwendë doesn't go with him, but she does go with Indis to Valimar, which Findis never left. She'll go to Formenos later, and Arafinwë's family in Alqualondë. Congratulations, Arakáno, you win. They're all gone.
Finwë goes with him. Arakáno...clearly needs his father, and will only think his fears true if Finwë leaves him now. But so will Curufinwë, there is no winning that puzzle, and he'll leave Arakáno Tirion and the crown. It's been many centuries since Finwë's beloved eldest son wanted his father more than he wanted the city, the kingship, the Noldor. [Finwë is wise, but he's also, sometimes, just a little bit very stupid.] It's understandable, given how much FInwë has failed him - failed all of them, his children, his wife and his people. Arakáno will calm down, Arakáno always calms down, and they'll talk it out.
And Curufinwë is. This exile IS wrong, this is a matter for the NOLDOR; Finwë asked Manwë for judgement on his marriage but not on this, it's not helping. And Curufinwë is- It's Miriel all over again, okay? It's Miriel all over again and when you get right down to it, Finwë cannot leave him.
"Behold the blessings of the Valar," Arakáno says, back in Tirion, rhetoricking half on instinct. The city is bathed in Laurelin and Telperion's Light as it ever was, yet it's darker without the Silmarils - which Curufinwë, of course, took with him. As he took Finwë, so all other victories are hollow.
Truly this land is cursed, rather than blessed. Truly, his half-siblings bring nothing but pain.
(Findekáno has punched three walls. Arakáno knows full well where the dog hairs on Irissë's robes are still coming from. Anairë is sleeping in a bedroom across the palace, and when he makes a dry joke that a flies right past a courtier's head, he finds himself thinking, Lalwendë would've noticed, and laughed one of her truer laughs.)
In Formenos: Maybe Arakáno is right, Curufinwë thinks bitterly, if this is what trusting the Valar gets him. Of course, Father has sided with him for once - ha! Ha! Also, Melkor came by, and telling him to fuck off was satisfying.
(But Maitimo has locked himself in his bedroom, as has Carnistir; Nerdanel has been sleeping in a different bedroom since it became clear what the Silmarils had cost him; when he lets his fury fade, he, too starts to wonder if this was the best idea - Arakáno was right that he's distressed Father...)
The Valar once more consult no Eldar before declaring a grand festival of reconciliation but it...isn't entirely opposed by any party. Finwë stays in Formenos until his son's exile is formally ended, and because Curufinwë leaves the Silmarils behind and Finwë doesn't trust them unguarded. In fact, he sends all the children out on a hunt, and all assorted attendants with them or on other errands.
Curufinwë leaves the Silmarils behind as a good-faith gesture of humility (which Arakáno had better appreciate). He'll be fine for a couple days of journey and return - even Miriel didn't fade immediately! Nerdanel joins him, and Indis meets them there, and will return with them to Formenos, in case he needs holding-up in body or spirit.
"As I promised, I do now. I release thee, and remember no grievance," Arakáno says before Manwë's throne, holding out his hand, and means it. Curufinwë is a fire-tempered idiot and Arakáno had been provoking him for, oh, years. It's barely even his fault that he drew that sword.
"Half-brother in blood, full brother in heart will I be." Curufinwë takes his hand, and means it. "Thou shalt lead and I will follow. May no new grief divide us." Because really, deep down, this is his older brother - as bright in spirit as a star come to the ground, beloved of the whole city, the cleverest person in the world except for Father.
"I hear thee," says Arakáno, and doesn't smile approvingly nor fondly, but there's a hint of what could be in his eyes. "So be it."
And then the Mingled Treelight of the world, the same Light captured through skill and foolhardy craft
Fingolfin, Finarfin, his sons, like 90% of the Noldor at this point: You're wrong. You've gone mad. I fear the consequences of your many stupid decisions.
Fëanor, in an extraordinarily dramatic and anguished manner:
Time and only time will tell, tell: was I right or wrong?
my favorite scene in LotR as a kid was when Sam started miserably freestyling in the tower of Cirith Ungol and the only reason he ever found Frodo was because he deliriously tried to join in
…i did read some of the novels, but i couldn’t get through them entirely…
…and so i genuinely have no idea whether or not this is serious. coz i mean, obviously, it could be a joke. but it could also have legitimately happened. people who have only seen the films underestimate the amount of random things that happen in the books that could come off as utterly silly and ridiculous if removed from their context.
Haha, well, it is pretty much what happens. Sam is looking for Frodo in the tower of Cirith Ungol and is despairing that he will ever find him. He sits down and does what any self-respecting Tolkien character does during their moments of hopelessness and bursts into song.
It’s a really good song (ten year old Ship had it memorized) and as he begins the refrain a second time, he hears Frodo’s voice answering weakly from above. Frodo is poisoned and despairing and beaten but he is still a Hobbit and cannot resist a singalong even while on the brink of death.
Why Fëanor had the moral high ground up until the Kinslaying:
1. He knew that Melkor/Morgoth wanted to steal the Silmarils and perceived his evil before the Valar did.
2. The Valar promised the Elves/Eldar bliss, happiness, and safety from Melkor’s evil in Valinor, but couldn’t keep that promise as they were unable to truly understand Melkor’s nature.
3. The Valar would not go after Melkor/Morgoth to extract justice for the deaths of the Two Trees, murder of Finwë, Feanor’s father, theft of Fëanor’s Silmarils. Nor would they follow Morgoth into Middle-Earth to protect the Elves there or the soon to awaken races of Men and Dwarves.
4. The Valar allowed Fëanor’s father Finwë to essentially trap his first wife’s, Fëanor’s mother’s, soul in the Halls of Mandos so she could never return to life, all so Finwë could marry another. Essentially allowing Finwë to break his vows of marriage to his first wife, and damning said first wife to an eternity in the realm of the dead.
5. When the Two Trees died, the Valar, aside from fellow artist and craftsman Aulë, demanded Fëanor yield the Silmarils, his greatest artistic creations that he could never make again, all so Yavanna could destroy them and take them to revive the Two Trees, her own greatest creations that could never be remade. One artist, because of her position of authority over another artist, demanded the lower artist to destroy his one time masterpiece so she the upper artist could remake her own masterpieces. And none aside from Aulë recognized this hypocrisy.
Ok but this is an actual problem. Our energy grid requires that the output of energy always matches the demand for energy. Otherwise you can get things like blackouts caused by rerouting the power directly into the ground so it doesn't blow up transformers. Or energy spikes that can damage grid infrastructure or computers or appliances.
There's energy storage solutions like pumping water up hill and then letting it flow back down through a turbine when you need the power.
Renewable energy definitely is a fantastic thing. But it does have actual issues like these that people designing our electrical system have to be cognizant about.
I made a quick drawing my favourite character at the moment! Thranduil the elven king 🧝🏻♀️ I looked up the elven characters, but you can never be totally sure if it’s correct…
