An interesting chapter. Fëanor as a character is fascinating here, but the world in which he lives strikes me as a little off, somehow. I liked the realism of Elves misjudging their first steps on the shores of Middle-earth and hurting themselves, and I enjoy Fëanor's ruminations about his own paranoia.
As always, your concept of Arda is, technologically, an extremely modern place. I hadn't exactly thought of Maedhros as an engineer. And . . . did rubber trees grow in Aman, too? Would they have thought to bring potted trees to Middle-earth, or wodges of raw rubber? That whole thing just didn't feel right.
This sentence: The stuff that makes up his eyes turned its flashing green belly to me. is a somewhat bizarre metaphor. But this one: Right at this very moment, I am consoling fourteen slain Teleri and two Noldor who’d been lost at sea and three Avari arrived from the Outer Lands; I am watching your mother work and holding my wife and trying not to laugh at Oromë’s jokes at counsel, lest I betray my dignity. is fantastic.
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Date: 2006-12-16 03:32 am (UTC)As always, your concept of Arda is, technologically, an extremely modern place. I hadn't exactly thought of Maedhros as an engineer. And . . . did rubber trees grow in Aman, too? Would they have thought to bring potted trees to Middle-earth, or wodges of raw rubber? That whole thing just didn't feel right.
This sentence: The stuff that makes up his eyes turned its flashing green belly to me. is a somewhat bizarre metaphor. But this one: Right at this very moment, I am consoling fourteen slain Teleri and two Noldor who’d been lost at sea and three Avari arrived from the Outer Lands; I am watching your mother work and holding my wife and trying not to laugh at Oromë’s jokes at counsel, lest I betray my dignity. is fantastic.