I’m beginning to see the appeal of writing Silmfic. Reading “Of the Ruin of Beleriand and the Fall of Fingolfin” for the “Courage” BMEM prompt, and now that I finally can tell those “F” elves apart (hint: Finrod is not Finarfin, and Felagund isn’t a new guy at all), just… wow. It’s an awesome, epic story, and if Jackson ever threatens to adapt it I will personally disembowel him with with Maedhros’s one-handed sword, or sic Glaurung on him, or something. But more to the point, there’s barely a sentence that doesn’t bring on a new nuzgul.
Take just this one sample:
Maedhros did deeds of surpassing valour, and the Orcs fled before his face, for since his torment upon Thangorodrim his spirit burned like a white fire within, and he was as one that returns from the dead. Thus the great fortress upon the Hill of Himring could not be taken, and many of the most valiant that remained, both of the people of Dorthonion, and of the east marches, rallied there to Maedhros, and for a while he closed once more the Pass of Aglon, so that the Orcs could not enter Beleriand by that road.
I’m not even writing that particular story. Today. But man oh man do I want to. Problem is, to paraphrase Gandalf, ten thousand words would not suffice. This is a story requiring more long-form skills than I possess.