It's been a while now since I first met you. I'm sorry that HASA is not around because I started reading and commenting on Another Man's Cage
on there, when it wasn't finished yet--around 2005-6. (It is still my favorite--comfort food for my dark little Feanor-loving soul--without any close second. There may be better stories out there, including ones written by you! But that doesn;t matter. I still love that story with all my heart.) I know I knew you well enough to ask you to read my first Silm fic--a totally useless ficlet, which is still in existence, that I wrote in 2006. And then you Beta-read Maitimo and Findekano
for me. There was no turning back for me at that point. We've barely had a spate in all those years--nothing beyond a few moments of irritation with one another. Usually me annoying you! I love ya so much, girlfriend, and consider you one of my besties although we are lucky to meet face-to-face once a year. I feel like you know me. Anyway, oodles of affection and big hugs on your birthday! (Wow! I cannot believe how old you are now!)
Have a happy, happy birthday and I hope you do something awesome and thoroughly satisfying this weekend.
Here's problematic picture of a long-suffering Maedhros. Wow! He looks fit after hanging from that cliff so long and they kept his pretty underwear with the Feanorian star for him throughout all of those years of torment and torture. He's no doubt looking good for Fingon who is due to show up and rescue him at any second.
Then in defiance of the Orcs, who cowered still in the dark vaults beneath the earth, he [Fingon] took his harp and sang a song of Valinor that the Noldor made of old, before strife was born among the sons of Finwë; and his voice rang in the mournful hollows that had never heard before aught save cries of fear and woe. The Silmarillion.