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ask-fingolfin:

ask-argon:

ask-fingolfin:

ask-argon replied to your post: Hi Ata!
I am well, Ata. How are you? Alas, no, I left rather as soon as I could. I am in Valimar right now, attending the festival.

I am doing well myself, thank you! I have been hit with a few episodes of terrible migraines - indeed I have not been in perfect health since battling with Morgoth. But what can one do? Let this be my punishment for my rash behavior! *hearty laugh*

Ah, so one of my children left the Halls at least! That gladdens me but also saddens me for I can not hug you again. But I hope you are happy. How are the festivals in Valimar these days?

Ai, migraines?  Is there nothing that the Valar can do to help you?  Besides, it was hardly a rash thing to do.  Especially not compared to how rash the whole thing was…

Yes…  When I arrived it was a very lonely place, and I could not bear to stay any longer than I had to.  I left as soon as I was able.  I am happy now, yes, and the festival is lovely!  Cousin Makalaurë’s teacher Elemmírë is playing concerts every night, and there is lots of good food and dancing and whatnot.  Much better than the Halls.  Can you not leave yet, then, Ata?

Aye, migraines. Most unfortunate indeed! The Valar have done what they could. For now I am content with taking this elixir known as ibuprofen. May it help me!

Rash it all was!

I am glad they let you go, my son! You bore no sins unlike the rest of us. Ah, tell me more about this festival, for they were among my favorite days in Valinor! Elemmírë still plays? Well bless him his music was always a treat to hear (same with Makalaurë’s music, of course!)

No, I do not think I am fit to leave yet, I’m afraid. Perhaps once my problem with my migraines go away? But seldom do any leave the Halls. You and Findaráto deserve to enjoy life once more for you have done the least to hurt others. And Curufinwë, I have heard, was out only because the Valar no longer held a place in his heart.

I will remain here till it is my time to leave.

Ai, that must be painful…

Oh, do not say that! You are all my wonderful family, not some horrible beings!

Very well, I shall try. All day there is bustle through the streets, especially in the central square. The Valier are concocting new treats daily and have their biggest stall there, so going through is always a bit difficult! Everyone enjoys the days, spent wandering around town looking at all the booths with food and wares for sale, and every night dances are held in the central square. Elemmírë performs every night (the other day I spoke to him. He told me that he spends his time practicing, occasionally going out, and stealing the best cookies and such from the Valier’s kitchens before they make it out to the crowds.) and it is spectacular. But being amid such joy makes me remember that of long ago, and, well, I get rather…nostalgic… *definitely wasn’t crying earlier, no*

I hope the day when you all can leave the halls is soon…

Thank you for your kind words, sweet son of mine, though you have not witnessed the worst we have committed (though our own family, thankfully, wasn’t involved.)

The festivals are exactly as I remembered them to be! And sweet Elemmírë is still the same as I remember him! Crying, you say? Would I was there to comfort you!

Not all, I hope! If that were the case, then the Dagor Dagorath would be soon upon us, if the stories are true. But if I could leave just to taste the food of the festivals, then I would.

17 August 2012 ♥ 5 notes    Reblog    
reblogged from ask-argon    source: ask-fingolfin

ask-argon:

ask-fingolfin:

ask-argon replied to your post: Hi Ata!
I am well, Ata. How are you? Alas, no, I left rather as soon as I could. I am in Valimar right now, attending the festival.

I am doing well myself, thank you! I have been hit with a few episodes of terrible migraines - indeed I have not been in perfect health since battling with Morgoth. But what can one do? Let this be my punishment for my rash behavior! *hearty laugh*

Ah, so one of my children left the Halls at least! That gladdens me but also saddens me for I can not hug you again. But I hope you are happy. How are the festivals in Valimar these days?

Ai, migraines?  Is there nothing that the Valar can do to help you?  Besides, it was hardly a rash thing to do.  Especially not compared to how rash the whole thing was…

Yes…  When I arrived it was a very lonely place, and I could not bear to stay any longer than I had to.  I left as soon as I was able.  I am happy now, yes, and the festival is lovely!  Cousin Makalaurë’s teacher Elemmírë is playing concerts every night, and there is lots of good food and dancing and whatnot.  Much better than the Halls.  Can you not leave yet, then, Ata?

Aye, migraines. Most unfortunate indeed! The Valar have done what they could. For now I am content with taking this elixir known as ibuprofen. May it help me!

Rash it all was!

I am glad they let you go, my son! You bore no sins unlike the rest of us. Ah, tell me more about this festival, for they were among my favorite days in Valinor! Elemmírë still plays? Well bless him his music was always a treat to hear (same with Makalaurë’s music, of course!)

No, I do not think I am fit to leave yet, I’m afraid. Perhaps once my problem with my migraines go away? But seldom do any leave the Halls. You and Findaráto deserve to enjoy life once more for you have done the least to hurt others. And Curufinwë, I have heard, was out only because the Valar no longer held a place in his heart.

I will remain here till it is my time to leave.

13 August 2012 ♥ 5 notes    Reblog    
reblogged from ask-argon    source: ask-fingolfin

ask-argon replied to your post: Hi Ata!
I am well, Ata. How are you? Alas, no, I left rather as soon as I could. I am in Valimar right now, attending the festival.

I am doing well myself, thank you! I have been hit with a few episodes of terrible migraines - indeed I have not been in perfect health since battling with Morgoth. But what can one do? Let this be my punishment for my rash behavior! *hearty laugh*

Ah, so one of my children left the Halls at least! That gladdens me but also saddens me for I can not hug you again. But I hope you are happy. How are the festivals in Valimar these days?

ask-argon said: Hi Ata!

Arakáno, dear youngest child of mine! How do you fare?

Are you at the Halls? I searched for you after my death.

ask-curufin said: I HAVE A DAUGHTER!

Since when, my nephew? You seem quite startled by it!

vanimore:

A Present for Fingolfin.Art by Kasiopea.

What a lovely present it is! From who, I wonder?

vanimore:

A Present for Fingolfin.

Art by Kasiopea.

What a lovely present it is! From who, I wonder?

My askbox is haunted

It is telling me there is a message but no message can be found. This has been on there for a while.

I have a ghost in my machine. Or I am simply hallucinating. They said this medicine might do that to me. Lovely. 

13 April 2012    Reblog    
Anonymous said: Why did you follow Fëanor, especially since he had threatened your life before?

I followed Fëanor because he is my brother and it was our father who was murdered.

13 April 2012    Reblog    
ask-maeglin-deactivated20130925 said: Head pains? I do hope they are alleviated, Grandfather. Yes, I am in the Halls, and I would like to meet your personally, and Uncle Feanor as well.

Thank you, grandson! My doors are always open for visitors, though you may find me asleep. I would love to meet you as I’m sure Fëanor does too! Stop by whenever you are free! 

Now to take more of this medicine the Valar gave me.

13 April 2012    Reblog    
silivren:

Fingon
Then when Fingon heard afar the great trumpet of Turgon his brother, the shadow passed and his heart was uplifted, and he shouted aloud: “Utulie’n aurё! Aiya Eldaliё ar Atanatari, utulie’n aurё! The day has come! Behold, people of the Eldar and Fathers of Men, the day has come!” And all those who heard his great voice echo in the hills answered crying: “Auta i lomё! The night is passing!” — Tolkien, “Of the Fifth Battle”, The Silmarillion

It’s my boy!

silivren:

Fingon

Then when Fingon heard afar the great trumpet of Turgon his brother, the shadow passed and his heart was uplifted, and he shouted aloud: “Utulie’n aurё! Aiya Eldaliё ar Atanatari, utulie’n aurё! The day has come! Behold, people of the Eldar and Fathers of Men, the day has come!” And all those who heard his great voice echo in the hills answered crying: “Auta i lomё! The night is passing!” — Tolkien, “Of the Fifth Battle”, The Silmarillion

It’s my boy!