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tajmahart:

Idril Celebrindal and Aredhel

Princess of Gondolin and the White Lady of the Noldor

I imagine they were good friends when alone but when Aredhel spent time with the sons of Fëanor Idril always kept her distance. When they moved to Gondolin their friendship grew. She has a ability to judge character and has the gift to sense intent and to a lesser degree sense certain foreknowledge. She is careful with advise but greatly enjoys light conversation with anyone that she deems has pure intent, if not she will probably treat you passive aggressively.

Aredhel is less concerned with politics and more concerned with more enjoyable things. She did not judge nor scorn in secret, she is straightforward and prefer more active pastimes such as riding and hunting. Her carelessness is what eventually leads to her being ensnared by Eöl, but it was a carelessness that had grown only because of the years of restraint in Gondolin. Her genuine personality makes it hard not to like her but Idril could sometimes find her unwillingness discuss serious matters somewhat off putting. I like to think Aredhel was very intelligent, but liked to pretend the world was different than it really was, something Idril did not.

Here they both walk barefoot in one of the gondolin gardens, but Idril preferred to be barefoot at all times.

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mobydickillustrated:

THE FORGE.

At last the shank, in one complete rod, received its final heat; and as Perth, to temper it, plunged it all hissing into the cask of water near by, the scalding steam shot up into Ahab’s bent face.

“Would’st thou brand me, Perth?” wincing for a moment with the pain; “have I been but forging my own branding-iron, then?”

“Pray God, not that; yet I fear something, Captain Ahab. Is not this harpoon for the White Whale?”

“For the white fiend! But now for the barbs; thou must make them thyself, man. Here are my razors—the best of steel; here, and make the barbs sharp as the needle-sleet of the Icy Sea.”

For a moment, the old blacksmith eyed the razors as though he would fain not use them.

“Take them, man, I have no need for them; for I now neither shave, sup, nor pray till—but here—to work!”

Fashioned at last into an arrowy shape, and welded by Perth to the shank, the steel soon pointed the end of the iron; and as the blacksmith was about giving the barbs their final heat, prior to tempering them, he cried to Ahab to place the water-cask near.

“No, no—no water for that; I want it of the true death-temper. Ahoy, there! Tashtego, Queequeg, Daggoo! What say ye, pagans! Will ye give me as much blood as will cover this barb?” holding it high up. A cluster of dark nods replied, Yes. Three punctures were made in the heathen flesh, and the White Whale’s barbs were then tempered.

“Ego non baptizo te in nomine patris, sed in nomine diaboli!” deliriously howled Ahab, as the malignant iron scorchingly devoured the baptismal blood.

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