Siggomir



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    "Oh." Hollander has gone a little red, beneath his freckles. "I am from… French Canada? Québec? Do you know? Very… very small town there, no English, only French. I try to learn, but— is a bit hard."

    Ilya feels mildly stupid. He knew, obviously, that they speak French in Canada, but he didn’t know it was, like— some people’s only language. He’d sort of assumed everyone was fluent in both.

    "Huh. Cool."

    "Your English is very good," Hollander offers.

    Ilya laughs.

    "I mean, yeah— I grew up in Minneapolis."

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    aka. the one where the language barrier is reversed. it changes everything.

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    "This was how the Númenorean artists always painted them: facing each other, symmetrically asymmetrical."

    In which Elrond pays a visit, admires a view, and deals with literal and figurative ghosts.

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  3. Rec 69

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    Maglor was singing a paean to the Star far to the north when something somewhere broke, and a Shadow across the world disintegrated and faded away. Maglor finished the verse, took a drink of water from his flask, and began the Noldolantë from the beginning.

     

    (Or: a story about the Wandering Star, its captain and its crew.)

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  4. Rec 71

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    "Surely not." At the sound of his voice the great shaggy shape stirred, and turned its head. Behind him Asar called out, asking a question, but Maglor barely heard him. He fell to his knees in the wet sand, staring into eyes that gleamed with ancient Treelight and even older starlight. Then his face was being licked clean of tears by a giant tongue, and he was both laughing and crying as he flung his arms around the dog's shoulders, burying his face in wet fur, hardly caring that it was still crusted with sand that scraped against his cheeks. "Huan, what are you doing here?"

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