Melesta



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    Ongoing Russingon series, written as the muses inspire me, featuring other characters sometimes. The stories can be read independently, in any order, I have given up on organizing them.

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  2. Summary

    Maeglin & Idril centered series, exploring the reasons behind the downfall of Maeglin and Gondolin. Be warned: lots of psychology, politics, and angst.

    I will make references to stories within the series but they can be read independently. Ordered somewhat chronologically, posted as the muses dictate.

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    It is theorized one can wield the power of the Song. It is presumed no one shall. Stepping onto this cursed land, I know I must.

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    05 Jan 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 24

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    According to a popular saying in Tirion, history is written by the survivors and edited by the dead.

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  3. Public Bookmark 1

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    Quiet, until a voice calls out into that all-consuming velveteen that Tyelkormo has not heard since the Darkening--
    “Please,” it says, though not begging, never begging, “Do not make me regret the kindness I had offered you.”
    He looks up from his knives, finding Findaráto looking at him or perhaps through him with his jaw tightly set, and his own masseters tighten in response.
    “I cannot swear you such an oath, Artafindë.” He lowers his head until their eyes are level with each other, blue Tirion lake to quicksilver that slips through one’s grasp. “Regret what you will. I am bound by my own duties, and pity will not stay me from honouring them.”
    “Would anything?” Findaráto asks.
    “No,” Tyelkormo answers, not hesitating even as long as it takes him to fill his lungs with air. “Nothing. There is nothing else.”

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    Celegorm, Finrod, several conversations on totality and the necessity of violence before the end.

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    22 Dec 2025

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  4. Public Bookmark 15

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    Ñolofinwë needs to win, if just once.
    He chases and despises, he yearns for and resents, he fights and fights and fights.

    Then, he wins.
    Or might have, if Fëanáro was something to be won.

    [Edit: Now with illustration.]

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    01 Dec 2025

  5. Public Bookmark 11

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    Findecáno finds him chained. Worse, he finds him torn by darkness - the Foe's roots drinking deeply inside.

    So Findecáno Sings. He battles, grabs victory from the jaws of grief. He moves in and fills the emptied gaps.

    This is not a good thing.

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    02 Nov 2025

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