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Your writing is very beautiful and evocative of the images you describe. As an extremely imaginative person, I felt very much immersed in the telling much like it is mesmerizing to watch waves crash endlessly on the shore. Only, it's the tale of the Elves' "Akallabêth"-- she who is downfallen-- washing over the reader. The Noldolantë. I've always wondered how Maglor would have written it, and this feels very much plausible, especially with the beautiful, sorrowful musicality of the Quenya. It feels like just the right mix of which Maglor would incorporate into such a personal lament for what was and what came to pass in the end.
Your writing also stirred another connection in my mind. Have you heard the song "Land Where Flowers Grow" by Lind Erebros? It carries that very same style of nostalgia for what was pure and untainted and is now forever lost. I'll attach it here.
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