…well, fuck me.
I’d love to do some research on the scientific inevitability of me falling for elves. I feel like this would require a lot of me, like, measuring ears and receiving death glares and being called a filthy human/d’hoine/shem. They’d find my corpse, riddled with arrows/impaled on daggers/lacking a heart, next to a sheaf of furiously scribbled notes cataloging the emergence of brooding, growling elves in recent fantasy, and how it’s a backlash against the elves of Tolkien. There’d be test tubes and bunsen burners and probably diagrams comparing similarities in elven tattoos across different universes.
I would die so, so happy, you can’t even understand it.
I’ll be your lab assistant
But…but… Tolkien has brooding, snarly elves, too. More people just need to read The Silmarillion. The Noldor are the original snarly broody badass elves.
And, <3 Iorveth. Cedric is my favorite TW2 elf, however.
I need to re-read The Silmarillion. I loved it enough to name my bird Fëanor, but that was almost a decade ago. I love me some broody, cray cray elves!
