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Yesterday was official Planting Day in the House of Felagund, so I spent about six hours outside in the garden, doing various chores to prepare and plant the non-hardy plants. My mind wanders where the stars are strange during such times, and I wrote a poem ... or rather, fragments of a poem. Then I was settling down later to read and thwap! said poem smacked me in the side of the head and demanded to be written. So I did.
The summary on the SWG and AO3: Fëanor's death and its aftermath, as told by the Fëanorian bards and as it truly happened. A free-verse poem.
Speaking of, it is also posted on the SWG and AO3.
Notes on its inspiration are at the end. I'd love to hear what people think of it.
( The Death of Fëanáro )
The summary on the SWG and AO3: Fëanor's death and its aftermath, as told by the Fëanorian bards and as it truly happened. A free-verse poem.
Speaking of, it is also posted on the SWG and AO3.
Notes on its inspiration are at the end. I'd love to hear what people think of it.
( The Death of Fëanáro )
