A big deal is made about war bats. Bats trained especially for war – how thrilling is that? But do we get to see them in action? No, we do not. One gets killed. Presumably the others took that rather badly and reverted to being common or garden bats again.
I can’t help imagining little Curvo sneaking into his parent’s chambers to stare at the jewels and to try on some of Fëanor’s clothes and then he would look at himself in the mirror and pretend to be his dad because he just want to be like him and he would not understand why he couldn’t.
He’s just a fanboy who wants to cosplay.
And years later, his brothers would remind him of it and Curvo would just pretend it never happened, but Celebrimbor would hear all of it and he’d be like “Aaaaaaw” and he would feel better because he’d realise that he and his dad are not so different.
I’ll be heading back to the old homestead for holiday times, leaving tomorrow. Usual disclaimer, I may be around less or on at different times than usual. I’m packing a tablet; I pray the airlines are gentle.
Installed safely in parental homestead. I’m going to need like 20 hours to recover from the most miserable flight I’ve had in years. _( 8| 」∠)＿
*eyes package warily, unsure whether to be curious about a surprise present or deeply concerned that there’s BEEN A HOBBIT IN THE FORGE WITHOUT HIM KNOWING IT*
Poppy frowned; She was certain her gift would be opened at once. This wariness had her quite puzzled. She managed to wait only a moment before coming from her hiding spot, hands planted firmly on her hips.
“Open it, for pity’s sake!” She demanded. “It is not as if I brought something harmful to give you! Or, if you are that concerned, I shall open it for you.”
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