I believe it's by regularly having Kinslayings, fleeing the continent, and then having to rebuild
*snork* True. But then, of course, there are those pesky Vanyarin drones (as my Feanor likes to call them), hanging out on a snowy mountain for millenia on end.
There's probably a fascinating story in there about a culture wavering in the liminal area between oral and written.
Oh, don't tempt me. I have just enough steam left to (hopefully) finish my Arafinwe/Earwen fic in the next week-and-a-half, then onto NaNoWriMo....
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*snork* True. But then, of course, there are those pesky Vanyarin drones (as my Feanor likes to call them), hanging out on a snowy mountain for millenia on end.
There's probably a fascinating story in there about a culture wavering in the liminal area between oral and written.
Oh, don't tempt me. I have just enough steam left to (hopefully) finish my Arafinwe/Earwen fic in the next week-and-a-half, then onto NaNoWriMo....