We have recently returned from a few days break in the Cotswolds. While we were away, we visited Puzzle Wood in the nearby Forest of Dean. Apparently it is a place that Tolkien used to visit, and it is suggested by some that it was his inspiration for Fangorn. Whether that is true or not, it is certainly an unusual place, and worth a visit if you like Tolkien, or strange trees. Here is the link to the website:
http://www.puzzlewood.net/
As ever, I am working through my original stories because I am never satisfied with them. I have had a lot of help recently from Nólemë, and a lot of inspiration from reading the beautiful writing of Alassiel on 'Stories of Arda'. Although more folk by far ask after 'Flame Rekindled', it is the 'Sons' story I have been working on of late. There are some, or many changes in each chapter.
Nerdanel’s Sons: Prologue.
(Disclaimer: All of the characters, the main scenarios and the timelines are, of course, the wonderful creations of JRR Tolkien. Only this interpretation of the story and the mistakes are mine. All references are from The Silmarillion and HoME 1, 10 and 12.)
A/N Although I have altered the reasoning behind the issue of having no daughters, I did take the original concept, that Nolofinwë thought Fëanáro’s seeming inability to father a daughter was a slur on his masculinity, from the story ‘Raven Hair and Silver Eyes’ by Elfine, and it was used with her permission.
With thanks to Bellemaine and Emalin.
“Seven sons she (Nerdanel) bore to Fëanor; her mood she bequeathed in part to some of them, but not to all.”
(Of Fëanor and the Unchaining of Melkor. The Silmarillion. JRR Tolkien. HarperCollins ed.p65)
Neldormindo. The first house of Curufinwë Fëanáro. Seventh Age.
I had wanted a daughter.
Ai - not to start with! I had been overcome with joy that our firstborn had been a son – and our secondborn - how else should it have been for Fëanáro and I? He wanted strong sons; I wanted not to disappoint him in any manner. But as our family grew in number I began to long for a daughter with whom I could share those aspects of my nature less easily conveyed to a nér. It is true that Makalaurë was ever close to me, as was Ambarussa. Even Carnistir was more his mother’s son that has oft been told. As for Maitimo – was I not in love with our firstborn from the moment I set eyes upon him? But for me there was something missing in my life that I desired. So I spoke with my husband on the matter, he being not adverse to the idea of a daughter after the birth of Tyelkormo. I believe there was a time when Fëanáro was eager at the prospect of a 'Jewel' being added to his house who might remind him of his mother. But such a matter is in the will of Ilúvatar, not the will of Fëanáro! Although we could conceive our children at times of our choosing, we could not choose their gender. So it was that, despite my hopes, each of our subsequent four children was a son.
Though I admit to most transitory feelings of disappointment, I was delighted with each child I bore. I would never have exchanged any one of them for the daughter I dreamt of. Each one was I proud of, and loved with a fierceness far beyond my usual nature.
“As a lioness are you with your young, Nerdanel,” Serewen once said to me.
She was right – my sons were most precious to me. I would have fought to the end of my endurance to protect them; though I knew not then the greatest danger they would face would be from the indomitable will of their sire.
It is well known that, in due course, all of my sons were led forth by their father to carry war and vengeance against Moringotho. They were to turn their backs upon Aman and set as naught the love and care of the Valar. What is less well known is that I fought like a lioness for them - for the youngest two at least to remain with me. But my opponent was too strong by far. What to say when it is the lion himself that the lioness must face in contest; and he wounded, wrathful, and deceived beyond reasoning with?
Now in the year 1362 Anairë and Eärwen each bore a daughter to their respective lords, while Indis had long since borne two daughters to Finwë. It was not unreasonable of me to feel again a sharp longing that Fëanáro and I should have a daughter of our own. But he was much occupied – and I was caught up in my desire to learn more of the beginning of days from the Valar, to which end I had been studying with the Maia, Elemáinë. So time passed. I thought to put aside my wish. We were beyond the years of the children, I told myself. We each had each moved on to express our powers of body and mind in ways other than generation.
“Are not the seven sons he has given me enough?” I had pondered. “And who is to say that an eighth child would not be yet another son?”
But I felt incomplete as a mother. I could not overcome the thought that – should Fëanáro and I so will it, so focus our minds and hearts and spirits – we could yet get a daughter between us.
There came a time when I could be silent no longer. At the Great Festival of 1432, upon holy Taniquetil, I asked of my lord and husband that we again create life. Three times did I ask of him for that which I longed. At length he said: “Art thou not renowned as mother to seven sons? Let them be enough for thee! It was not without reason I named our youngest Telufinwë – for the last Finwë, the last of our children is he. I will not risk losing thee as I lost my mother. And did it not come nigh thy desire to depart of life after the birth of Curufinwë? Nay, beloved – our sons are enough.”
Enough for him, mayhap – but the seven were not enough for me. When we retired to our pavilion upon the sward I found I could not take rest – neither could I accept in my heart the finality of my lord’s pronouncement.
So I spoke to him of that which I had heard mention amongst the gathered company. To my disgrace I kept not the words to myself as I had intended. A last attempt thought I, and that I knew from inadvertently overhearing Anairë’s ladies commenting on Írissë, that Nolofinwë had made question of Fëanáro’s lack of a daughter. Would not any such comment by Nolofinwë aggrieve my husband that he might wish to prove his half-brother wrong, I considered in my stubborn folly?
“Strange it is, that alone of the sons of Finwë my half-brother has not seen fit to follow the example of our sire. Though a goodly number of sons have been added to him, he who prides himself on his love for our king and father has disregarded that same father’s desire to bring forth sons and daughters into the bliss of Aman.” Those words, though of certainty not intended for my hearing, had been uttered by one of Anairë’s attendants.
Upon hearing the accusation, Fëanáro was ominously silent. I had never said aught that would add to his contempt of any that he was momentarily taken aback – but my betrayal was far worse than cause for contempt alone; for the instant I spoke I saw the spark of anger, and the pain he ever sought to bury concerning his mother, in my husband’s eyes.
“Alone among the Eldar I have no wife, and must hope for no sons save one, and no daughter,” he echoed the words his father had spoken to Manwë as reason for wishing to dissolve his marriage, and take another wife.
And I turned my gaze from him in deep shame at the lack of love and of wisdom I had shown.
“Treat such words with the contempt they warrant,” my husband stated after a further moment of silent brooding, as if that was an end to the matter. “If siring a daughter is the only matter in which my half-brothers think themselves first before my father, it but demonstrates the multitude of their inadequacies. But shall I not create something of beauty and wonder that will show them all the extent of my abilities.”
‘A daughter’, I had vainly hoped. (Though realisation of the pain I caused Fëanáro had disarmed my obsessive desire somewhat.) So when he took my hand in his and drew me close, I went to him readily - but I knew he meant something else.
Swiftly and in secret he soon worked upon that most renowned of his endeavours. He asked of me alone for aid and council in the early days of the undertaking, so that many knew him to be fully occupied on a creation of great import for most of the year of 1449 – but I was the only one who knew what it was he studied and crafted with such passion in his heart.
My lord wanted to create Jewels in which he could combine the light of Telperion and of Laurelin. I wanted us to create a daughter, in whom we could combine our love and skills.
But alas, it was never to be.
Seven sons I bore him. All seven did he eventually take from me into exile - six did his rebellion lead unto their deaths. Now, as I sit before my sculpting of their likenesses in the house of Neldormindo, that place where Fëanáro and I dwelt when first we wed, it is in my mind to record but a few brief memories of each of them and the manner of their final parting from me.
Ai! Would that Fëanáro had given me a daughter. Sometimes do I even wish we had had seven daughters! Now would that not have taxed my husband that mayhap matters would have developed very differently. But all such speculation on my part is but pointless folly.
- - - - -
The dates of 1362 for the birth of Aredhel and Galadriel, and 1449 for Fëanor working on the Silmarils are taken from The Annuls of Aman. Morgoth’s Ring J. R. R. Tolkien. Edited C. Tolkien.
Nér – adult male; he-Elf.
Makalaurë – Maglor
Ambarussa - The twins. In this case, Amras.
Carnistir – Caranthir
Maitimo – Maedhros
Tyelkormo - Celegorm
Moringotho - One of the two ancient forms of the name Morgoth.
Telufinwë – Father name of Amras
Curufinwë – Both Fëanor and Curufin’s father name. In this case, Curufin.
Nolofinwë - Fingolfin
Írissë – Aredhel
“Alone among the Eldar I have no wife, and must hope for no sons save one, and no daughter.” (Finwë addressing Manwë. The Later Quenta Silmarillion Morgoth’s Ring p237)
Wednesday, 8 October 2008
Friday, 26 September 2008
Letter From Formenos.
I had better start by actually posting some writing. This time it is the most recent short story I have written. In fact, although I have edited 'Nerdanel's Sons' a little, with the help of Nólemë, this is the only 'new' story I have written this summer. I wish I could get more done!
Letter From Formenos
Disclaimer: All of the characters, places, and the main story line are JRR Tolkien’s wonderful creations. All references are from The Silmarillion, or HoME Volumes 1, 10 or 12. Nothing is mine, except the interpretation and any mistakes.
“But Nerdanel would not go with him (Fëanor), and she asked leave to abide with Indis, whom she had ever esteemed, though this had been little to the liking of Fëanor.”
(The Later Silmarillion. Morgoth’s Ring. P279. J.R.R. Tolkien. ed C. Tolkien)
Formenos. The Year of the Trees 1490
Endless seems the time after the second mingling of the lights. That time after the late meal is finished, discussions and debate are over and most retire to workroom or study, or to the company of their beloved - that time when I would once have sought thy company, thy comfort - it has an endless quality about it these days.
Oh this place, this fortress of mine, it offers me great joy and fulfilment, doubt that not! Formenos is yet growing by the work of our hands and our unfettered fëar to be a citadel that will challenge the glory of Tirion. Always there is much to be about, always much to plan, for we valiants will continue to dwell here after the term of my unlawful banishment is complete - until I devise a way to say farewell to the shores of our captivity, and deliver those who are noble of heart to the lands of our birth.
Very much is there to occupy my thoughts.
Indeed, I scorn the humiliation that Námo sought to deal me. I will not return to Tirion again, not in twelve years – not in twelve hundred - to take second place to that son of Indis. This thou dost know! Thou didst know at the time of my departure – when thou freely chose to embrace the lies of Aulë, and asked leave to dwell with Indis herself – that I would never return as some humbled craven, begging pardon for my alleged transgressions.
I am my own master. No Vala is here to overlook me, to control or condemn or take from me what is mine. No sharp-tongued half-brother to spread falsehoods that I am thought a blackheart; a usurper of my own position as high prince and of my father’s love. No poisoned quarrels upon the streets or concourses that the Noldor turn in bitterness, one against another. Here is a strong place to defend ourselves from those who envy and fear us - peace to pursue crafting and study, and a life to live as we choose.
Nay, lady – I miss not Tirion, for at last I am truly free!
But this time of day - each and every day it seems – it is endless. Rest is denied me. Stillness in which to ponder deep matters is a thing unknown. None there are who can restrain my mind-mood that the tumult of my angry and bitter thoughts cease. For I miss thee – I miss the beauty of thy mind and form. I miss the haven I once possessed in the company of one who had such understanding of my strivings, my passions and pain – and who until late, ever sought my good.
So it is that in these empty times I have taken up pen and written letter after letter to set forth my thoughts – never meaning to send any writing from this place to the house wherein thou now dost dwell. Or I have sat in my study pondering the statue that is the image I sculpted of thee; walked in memory with more than an image - but never have I, or will I reach out fully in thought for the touch of fëa I desire. I will not beg of thee for that which thou shouldst freely give - thy love and loyalty!
For thou didst ask my leave to dwell with Indis! Thou didst choose she who is the bane of my existence, the one who condemned my mother to unending disembodiment, over thy love for me! Thou – my lady - betrayed me more than thou canst know.
Or mayhap thou dost know…and grieve over thy choice. Even so, faithless though thou art - I miss thee. Though at times my anger flares hot with resentment at thy deed, I would yet forgive if thou didst but acknowledge the error of thy ways and ask leave to dwell with me again.
Now these last few days when I so ponder, a strange thought comes to me: what is the truth of matters concerning the Valar; what if there is even the faintest of chances that thou art right, and I the one deceived? Always have I been certain it was thee whom the Valar cozened with their whispered insinuations – that thou wouldst temper me not to my advantage, but to their design.
But what if - what if in truth it is I who am ensnared in folly and leading others on a path most perilous?
Though I had no converse with Melkor, indeed I trust him not at all – yet could it be that his poison has spread as thou didst suggest, that I also am tainted? Would that thou were here to discuss this matter further - that thou had never reneged thy vows to me in favour of thy vows to Aulë. Yet is it not possible that these unwelcome doubts in my heart arise from the fact of thy absence alone, rather than from any lack of discernment on my part?
So I will write no more of doubt! None are there here with the wisdom to perceive better than I. If I am in error, then all are in error.
From the window of my study I can observe those three of our sons who are wed, walking in the gardens to the south of the house. At this time of day it is oft their want to walk there with their ladies. Even Turkafinwë sometimes joins them, and he in the company of the Lady Tavariel with whom he rides in the hunt. I hear what they say – the point of their discussion - that I should be happy, yet am become quicker of temper than before, and somewhat morose. They speak earnestly to each other, believing that as I have my father’s undivided love; my jewels, treasures and weapons in a place of safekeeping, my mood should be lighter.
The anguish I endure - they do not understand. Not as thou wouldst understand!
I will be who I want to be – no matter what any say or do – no matter what end it leads me to. I will not bow down to the captivity Manwë would foist upon us. I will not have the rightful place of the first-born usurped by a second – a weaker race - any more than I will have my place usurped by my half-brother. I will not give over my most prized creations to be as guarded baubles in the keeping of the Valar.
There are wide and bounteous lands across the Great Sea. The place of the birth of our people – did we not speak oft about the Hither Lands – thou and I? Did we not share a vision of places anew to explore – adventures to be had? Did we not long for freedom to wander at will – and beyond the narrow confines of Aman? A kingdom for each of our sons – aye, and mayhap for those others of my kin – under one High King; and that my father!
But lady – though he speaks not of the matter, my father wills not to return to Cuiviénen. He dwells with me and seems glad – his countenance is bright in the presence of others, his words oft merry; yet his heart is burdened that sometimes I think he would rather depart life as did my mother. So is all I have done for naught?
I crave freedom – yet I perceive that it will cost me dearly. Thou who hast always known my mind more than any, even more than my beloved father, thou must surely know the pain I suffer?
As for thee – I have news from Canafinwë this day that thou art considering retiring to thy father's house. Has thy stay with Indis not brought thee the peace of mind thou had expected? Did Indis’ dulcet tones not soothe thy conscience and thy eagerness that thou didst find thyself as removed from the reality of our thralldom as she? And did I not warn thee when we parted of the folly of thy chosen course? Would that thou had paid me heed.
A princess of the Noldor I made thee! Dost thou truly prefer the life of a servant – a life denied meaningful action, denied deeds of renown? That was never thy nature – Nerdanel. Ever wert thou free of thought and a challenge at times, even unto me.
And in memory that is more lifelike than dream, it is the time of the second mingling of the light…but a different place than Formenos. No cold and spacious sky of pale washed colour, rather a warm breeze and a rose-hued golden light that turns slowly to silvered haze. I stand again under the apple tree at the centre of thy father’s orchard, enveloped in the rich and heady fragrance of abundant blossom. I stand alone, and wait upon thy decision, whether thou dost trust my words to thee – whether thou dost love me as I believe. An endless time it seems, yet brim filled with beauty and hope. Then thou dost come to me – walking slowly through the misted rose garden, on through the trees, to stand before me. Thy sea-grey eyes sparkle with emotion; thy face flushes with warmth as I reach out to take hold of thy hands.
“My heart’s love thou dost have, lady,” I speak again words from the past.
And I know thy answer before thou dost utter it forth.
I wait again inside these walls of stone … but thou wilt come to me not.
And I love thee…
Ai - disloyal one; how I love thee…
Endless seems the time after the second mingling of the lights, that I long for the presence of the one who can bring rest to my fëa; that I write letters to thee of my solitude and concern - yet through pride will send them not.
- - - - - - -
Turkafinwë – Celegorm
Canafinwë – Maglor.
Notes: In HoME 10, it says that, when Fëanor is sent into exile his sons, his father, and some of the Noldor went with him – but Nerdanel refused to go with him, and asked leave to abide with Indis. In HoME 12 it says that after long endeavouring to change Fëanor’s mood, Nerdanel retired to her father’s house.
I do not see a problem in fitting these accounts together. If Nerdanel initially dwelt with Indis, it is possible she later moved on to her father’s house.
Letter From Formenos
Disclaimer: All of the characters, places, and the main story line are JRR Tolkien’s wonderful creations. All references are from The Silmarillion, or HoME Volumes 1, 10 or 12. Nothing is mine, except the interpretation and any mistakes.
“But Nerdanel would not go with him (Fëanor), and she asked leave to abide with Indis, whom she had ever esteemed, though this had been little to the liking of Fëanor.”
(The Later Silmarillion. Morgoth’s Ring. P279. J.R.R. Tolkien. ed C. Tolkien)
Formenos. The Year of the Trees 1490
Endless seems the time after the second mingling of the lights. That time after the late meal is finished, discussions and debate are over and most retire to workroom or study, or to the company of their beloved - that time when I would once have sought thy company, thy comfort - it has an endless quality about it these days.
Oh this place, this fortress of mine, it offers me great joy and fulfilment, doubt that not! Formenos is yet growing by the work of our hands and our unfettered fëar to be a citadel that will challenge the glory of Tirion. Always there is much to be about, always much to plan, for we valiants will continue to dwell here after the term of my unlawful banishment is complete - until I devise a way to say farewell to the shores of our captivity, and deliver those who are noble of heart to the lands of our birth.
Very much is there to occupy my thoughts.
Indeed, I scorn the humiliation that Námo sought to deal me. I will not return to Tirion again, not in twelve years – not in twelve hundred - to take second place to that son of Indis. This thou dost know! Thou didst know at the time of my departure – when thou freely chose to embrace the lies of Aulë, and asked leave to dwell with Indis herself – that I would never return as some humbled craven, begging pardon for my alleged transgressions.
I am my own master. No Vala is here to overlook me, to control or condemn or take from me what is mine. No sharp-tongued half-brother to spread falsehoods that I am thought a blackheart; a usurper of my own position as high prince and of my father’s love. No poisoned quarrels upon the streets or concourses that the Noldor turn in bitterness, one against another. Here is a strong place to defend ourselves from those who envy and fear us - peace to pursue crafting and study, and a life to live as we choose.
Nay, lady – I miss not Tirion, for at last I am truly free!
But this time of day - each and every day it seems – it is endless. Rest is denied me. Stillness in which to ponder deep matters is a thing unknown. None there are who can restrain my mind-mood that the tumult of my angry and bitter thoughts cease. For I miss thee – I miss the beauty of thy mind and form. I miss the haven I once possessed in the company of one who had such understanding of my strivings, my passions and pain – and who until late, ever sought my good.
So it is that in these empty times I have taken up pen and written letter after letter to set forth my thoughts – never meaning to send any writing from this place to the house wherein thou now dost dwell. Or I have sat in my study pondering the statue that is the image I sculpted of thee; walked in memory with more than an image - but never have I, or will I reach out fully in thought for the touch of fëa I desire. I will not beg of thee for that which thou shouldst freely give - thy love and loyalty!
For thou didst ask my leave to dwell with Indis! Thou didst choose she who is the bane of my existence, the one who condemned my mother to unending disembodiment, over thy love for me! Thou – my lady - betrayed me more than thou canst know.
Or mayhap thou dost know…and grieve over thy choice. Even so, faithless though thou art - I miss thee. Though at times my anger flares hot with resentment at thy deed, I would yet forgive if thou didst but acknowledge the error of thy ways and ask leave to dwell with me again.
Now these last few days when I so ponder, a strange thought comes to me: what is the truth of matters concerning the Valar; what if there is even the faintest of chances that thou art right, and I the one deceived? Always have I been certain it was thee whom the Valar cozened with their whispered insinuations – that thou wouldst temper me not to my advantage, but to their design.
But what if - what if in truth it is I who am ensnared in folly and leading others on a path most perilous?
Though I had no converse with Melkor, indeed I trust him not at all – yet could it be that his poison has spread as thou didst suggest, that I also am tainted? Would that thou were here to discuss this matter further - that thou had never reneged thy vows to me in favour of thy vows to Aulë. Yet is it not possible that these unwelcome doubts in my heart arise from the fact of thy absence alone, rather than from any lack of discernment on my part?
So I will write no more of doubt! None are there here with the wisdom to perceive better than I. If I am in error, then all are in error.
From the window of my study I can observe those three of our sons who are wed, walking in the gardens to the south of the house. At this time of day it is oft their want to walk there with their ladies. Even Turkafinwë sometimes joins them, and he in the company of the Lady Tavariel with whom he rides in the hunt. I hear what they say – the point of their discussion - that I should be happy, yet am become quicker of temper than before, and somewhat morose. They speak earnestly to each other, believing that as I have my father’s undivided love; my jewels, treasures and weapons in a place of safekeeping, my mood should be lighter.
The anguish I endure - they do not understand. Not as thou wouldst understand!
I will be who I want to be – no matter what any say or do – no matter what end it leads me to. I will not bow down to the captivity Manwë would foist upon us. I will not have the rightful place of the first-born usurped by a second – a weaker race - any more than I will have my place usurped by my half-brother. I will not give over my most prized creations to be as guarded baubles in the keeping of the Valar.
There are wide and bounteous lands across the Great Sea. The place of the birth of our people – did we not speak oft about the Hither Lands – thou and I? Did we not share a vision of places anew to explore – adventures to be had? Did we not long for freedom to wander at will – and beyond the narrow confines of Aman? A kingdom for each of our sons – aye, and mayhap for those others of my kin – under one High King; and that my father!
But lady – though he speaks not of the matter, my father wills not to return to Cuiviénen. He dwells with me and seems glad – his countenance is bright in the presence of others, his words oft merry; yet his heart is burdened that sometimes I think he would rather depart life as did my mother. So is all I have done for naught?
I crave freedom – yet I perceive that it will cost me dearly. Thou who hast always known my mind more than any, even more than my beloved father, thou must surely know the pain I suffer?
As for thee – I have news from Canafinwë this day that thou art considering retiring to thy father's house. Has thy stay with Indis not brought thee the peace of mind thou had expected? Did Indis’ dulcet tones not soothe thy conscience and thy eagerness that thou didst find thyself as removed from the reality of our thralldom as she? And did I not warn thee when we parted of the folly of thy chosen course? Would that thou had paid me heed.
A princess of the Noldor I made thee! Dost thou truly prefer the life of a servant – a life denied meaningful action, denied deeds of renown? That was never thy nature – Nerdanel. Ever wert thou free of thought and a challenge at times, even unto me.
And in memory that is more lifelike than dream, it is the time of the second mingling of the light…but a different place than Formenos. No cold and spacious sky of pale washed colour, rather a warm breeze and a rose-hued golden light that turns slowly to silvered haze. I stand again under the apple tree at the centre of thy father’s orchard, enveloped in the rich and heady fragrance of abundant blossom. I stand alone, and wait upon thy decision, whether thou dost trust my words to thee – whether thou dost love me as I believe. An endless time it seems, yet brim filled with beauty and hope. Then thou dost come to me – walking slowly through the misted rose garden, on through the trees, to stand before me. Thy sea-grey eyes sparkle with emotion; thy face flushes with warmth as I reach out to take hold of thy hands.
“My heart’s love thou dost have, lady,” I speak again words from the past.
And I know thy answer before thou dost utter it forth.
I wait again inside these walls of stone … but thou wilt come to me not.
And I love thee…
Ai - disloyal one; how I love thee…
Endless seems the time after the second mingling of the lights, that I long for the presence of the one who can bring rest to my fëa; that I write letters to thee of my solitude and concern - yet through pride will send them not.
- - - - - - -
Turkafinwë – Celegorm
Canafinwë – Maglor.
Notes: In HoME 10, it says that, when Fëanor is sent into exile his sons, his father, and some of the Noldor went with him – but Nerdanel refused to go with him, and asked leave to abide with Indis. In HoME 12 it says that after long endeavouring to change Fëanor’s mood, Nerdanel retired to her father’s house.
I do not see a problem in fitting these accounts together. If Nerdanel initially dwelt with Indis, it is possible she later moved on to her father’s house.
Introduction - Third Attempt
This is my third attempt at writing, and continuing, a blog. The first, 'Nerdanel's Story' fell by the wayside when I could no longer log in to add to it. I had kept that going for almost a year, so I was rather disappointed by its loss. The second was hopeless almost from the start, as I had two bouts of a very unpleasant virus that left me rather incapacitated for a while. I thank those few folk who had started to read it, and Em who was commenting on it, though I wont continue posting there. But today the muse is with me at last, and I think I will start again!
As before, this blog will mostly contain my efforts at writing Silmarillion based fanfiction - but this time I will also try to add reviews of books I have read that may be of interest to Tolkien fans, and comment - or waffle - on anything else that takes my interest.
If anyone wants to contact me then please do so either through this blog or through my hotmail address, as I hardly ever use google mail.
In case anyone wants to read any of the old blog, the link is : http://nerdanelsstory.blogspot.com/ -
As before, this blog will mostly contain my efforts at writing Silmarillion based fanfiction - but this time I will also try to add reviews of books I have read that may be of interest to Tolkien fans, and comment - or waffle - on anything else that takes my interest.
If anyone wants to contact me then please do so either through this blog or through my hotmail address, as I hardly ever use google mail.
In case anyone wants to read any of the old blog, the link is : http://nerdanelsstory.blogspot.com/ -
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