Рагнарек не пройдет!
(для себя)
Фанфикшен хорош тем, что дарит неожиданные впечатления, даже если плох всем остальным.
Не люблю всякого рода модерн-ау, но имею явную слабость к космическим вариантов эльфийской истории)
Так было с Мари Жють, а теперь вот с этим.
ficbook.net/readfic/1657697
Ну и по контрасту. Пожалуй, самая неожиданная реакция Нолофинвэ и Анайре на Альквалондэ. (Нет Аредель там не было хотя если бы была... oh well)
Anairë had left – because of Fingon and Aredhel, and the blood on their swords. Aredhel had never heard her parents argue before that day. She had known for a long time she was not the daughter her parents yearned for, but it had hurt like a blade through her heart when her mother had shouted: “Our children are murderers! I told you it was madness to follow Fëanaro! I told you! If there is still some decency in your heart, Nolofinwë, you will bring our family back to Alqualondë and beg on your knees for Olwë’s forgiveness!”
“My children may be bloodied,” Fingolfin answered coldly, “but it would have been worst for them to let their cousins die.”
Anairë had gone, and Fingolfin had just watched, standing still as the wind whipped his cloak around his tall frame
Фанфикшен хорош тем, что дарит неожиданные впечатления, даже если плох всем остальным.
Не люблю всякого рода модерн-ау, но имею явную слабость к космическим вариантов эльфийской истории)
Так было с Мари Жють, а теперь вот с этим.
ficbook.net/readfic/1657697
Ну и по контрасту. Пожалуй, самая неожиданная реакция Нолофинвэ и Анайре на Альквалондэ. (Нет Аредель там не было хотя если бы была... oh well)
Anairë had left – because of Fingon and Aredhel, and the blood on their swords. Aredhel had never heard her parents argue before that day. She had known for a long time she was not the daughter her parents yearned for, but it had hurt like a blade through her heart when her mother had shouted: “Our children are murderers! I told you it was madness to follow Fëanaro! I told you! If there is still some decency in your heart, Nolofinwë, you will bring our family back to Alqualondë and beg on your knees for Olwë’s forgiveness!”
“My children may be bloodied,” Fingolfin answered coldly, “but it would have been worst for them to let their cousins die.”
Anairë had gone, and Fingolfin had just watched, standing still as the wind whipped his cloak around his tall frame