Voronwë like i'll leave you if you don't settle the fuck down stupid human

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Voronwë like i'll leave you if you don't settle the fuck down stupid human
why do people even write gay fanfic when the text is already like this
Doilies and Your Mother’s Backstory (5/7)
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"Long while [Túrin] wept soundless, shaken, the sand clutching with gripping fingers in grief unfathomed.
But Flinding the faithful feared no longer;
no comfort cold he kindly found, for sleep swept him into slumber dead.
There a singing voice sweetly vexed him and he woke and wondered: the watchfire faded;
the night was aging, nought was moving
but a song upsoaring in the soundless dark went strong and stern to the starlit heaven.
'Twas Túrin that towering on the tarn's margin, up high o'er the head of the hushed water
now falling faintly, let flare and echo a song of sorrow and sad splendour, the dirge of Beleg's deathless glory.
There wondrous wove he words enchanted, that woods and water waked and answered,
the rocks were wrung with ruth for Beleg.
That song he sang is since remembered, by Gnomes renewed in Nargothrond it widely has wakened warfain armies
to battle with Bauglir- 'The Bowman's Friendship'."
- The Lays of Beleriand
Idk but this is torture 😂😂 NÍNIEL NOOOOOO
'Then have you seen Húrin son of Galdor, the warrior of Dor-lómin?' said Túrin.
'I have not seen him,' said Gwindor. 'But the rumour runs through Angband that he still defies Morgoth; and Morgoth has laid a curse upon him and all his kin.'
'That I do believe,' said Túrin.
I know this was not meant to be funny but it is to me. Túrin like: "i'm cursed? yeah checks out." 🤣🤣
" But Túrin let him up, and then 'Run, run, mocker of women!' he cried. 'Run! And unless you go swift as the deer I shall prick you on from behind.' Then he set the point of the sword in Saeros' buttock; and he fled into the wood, crying wildly for help in his terror; but Túrin came after him like a hound, and however he ran, or swerved, still the sword was behind him to egg him on. " - The Children of Húrin
I'm sorry but Fuck yeah Túrin!! Tolkien is so funny, even in the most serious of stories.