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this scene really strengthens my “falin’s had a crush on marcille since they were at school and tried to express her feelings the best way she knew how but marcille was totally oblivious until now” agenda 🫡
I still think a big part of it is that Falin was maybe in her early teens when they met, while Marcelle appears to be in the equivalent of her late teens. Maybe early 20s.
I still think Marcille realizing she loved Falin romantically was a relatively new thing as it took her time to internalize that Falin was a grown woman. Which probably terrified her given what we later learn.
But I agree there’s a good deal to support Falin always knew she loved her.
I love it when Elrond is portrayed as someone who is a little bit incomprehensible to most of the elves at first. Not even just because he's a half-elf, but because he reminds them all of so many other people, and that layering can be kind of jarring.
He sings beautifully, with a voice that sounds like no elf or man, and it reminds many of the Sindar of Luthien. It reminds some of the Noldor of someone else, another singer with raven-dark hair and starry gray eyes.
The braids he does his hair in– and he always keeps it braided at first, because letting it run loose is another thing that makes people whisper of Luthien– are in the traditional Noldor style. The survivors of Gondolin love that; Turgon always wore his hair in classical styles too. The other part of the House of Finwe that clung to traditional braids goes unmentioned. But everyone knows.
And he was clearly taught about court manners; taught to be gracious and charming, and a very good listener. The elf who could have taught Elrond those things is usually skipped over entirely, in favor of those reminiscing about Idril's graceful poise or Melian's endless patience.
He looks very much like Luthien, but there is a particular Finwean sharpness in his facial structure; something that makes him look a lot like Fingolfin, as well. Fingolfin looked very much like his father. And his older brother.
His smile is just like Earendil's (whose smile is just like Tuor's), and his strange, birdlike laugh is from Elwing. He fights and writes with his left hand– but then, so did Earendil, because while all elves are right-handed, not all humans or half-elves are. He eats no meat– just like Beren, they say, but the way Elrond tells it the choice had nothing to do with that history. There is ainuric power in him and something very human in the set of his shoulders. The flowers grow around any place he stays long enough. He gets sick in a way no elf, and certainly no maia, ever would. His accent is odd, and archaic, and changes noticeably when he's too tired to obscure it. His mannerisms are a mixture of about twelve people, almost all of whom are dead, and several of whom are not spoken of by the time he shows up in Gil-Galad's camp.
And the reflections of Elrond unsettle a lot of people; because one moment they see a fallen hero or loved one, and the next they see the person that took them. Or perhaps someone else, that they never knew at all. There is reverence and fear and uncertainty. It's messy.
Elrond himself is coming to peace with this by the War of Wrath. There is love in carrying the parts of your ancestors with you, even when they aren't around any more. And he knows better than anyone that he is always himself, first and foremost. Still, it takes everyone else a while to stop seeing a ghost and start seeing Elrond.
Anonymous asked:
different anon, I have to argue with good dad Corvus cause you know he doesn't even enforce bedtime. sorry baby, daddy's busy going against his ideals. I would, however, like to imagine him reading Hegel or something to a five year old because that's basically what they did to him
also Leman Russ was built to be a girldad, he just doesn't know it yet
moodymisty answered:
Russ would also be a decent contender for good primarch dad, given his legion is really chill with baseline humans in general.
Just… don’t turn out to be a psyker
The twins looked up at him and Leman looked down at Astrid and Freya. Their noses red from the cold outside as Astrid's arm was bandaged up and Freya's fingers were all wrapped up. He wasn't mad in fact he was rather proud of his twins for sneaking out and trying to... follow him and their brother-uncles for some survival training.
Just their little legs weren't fast enough to surprise their father like they were going to and instead got ambushed by a predator larger then they were. They did a fine job wounding the beast before it grabbed Astrid by the arm and started thrashing her about causing her blood to spill and someone heard their screams.
He pulled them into his arms as a few tears left his eyes as he kissed their foreheads as they whispered their apologies. "Shhh girls. Your Da isn't mad... I'm just so happy you're both safe. Please don't do this again... at least not for another five years." He said restraining the rest of his tears.
"Can we go with you and the uncles then?" They both said in unison.
"When you are both healed up you two can come. Now you two have to go apologize to your mother for putting her through this."
"We already did." Astrid said.
"So you came to me last?" Leman said with mock offense causing the girls to giggle. "I'll have you know I am the great Leman of the Russ! The high jarl! I should have been consulted first!" He continues his 'tirade' much to their giggling delight.
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