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'Farewell,' cried Celegorm the fair.'Far get you gone! And better were
to die forhungered in the waste
than wrath of Feanor's sons to taste,
that yet may reach o'er dale and hill.
No gem, nor maid, nor Silmaril
shall ever long in thy grasp lie!
We curse thee under cloud and sky,
we curse thee from rising unto sleep!
Farewell! ' He swift from horse did leap,
his brother lifted from the ground;
then bow of yew with gold wire bound
he strung, and shaft he shooting sent,
as heedless hand in hand they went;
a dwarvish dart and cruelly hooked.
They never turned nor backward looked.
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Something that always struck me about the sons of FΓ«anor was that even though they ended up making enemies of everyone else, they always stuck together. They never turned on each other. This painting and quote really convey that. I was always able to stop in the middle of "Did you really just try to shoot Luthien after she just saved your life? (it was Curufin in the Silmarillion though it's Celegorm in the poem, I believe)" to think "Aw, at least they seem to care about each other."
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Yes, that's one of the reasons why I love them.
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Reminds me why I was so angry at them. Wretches. I love the colour
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Another good one! Celegorm looks suitably evil, and Curufin really looks like I'd expect someone to look who just got pulled of his horse and half strangled.
Just ask: Why is Celegorm holding his sword, rather than his bow?
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Thank you!
Emm...to tell you the truth i've noticed it just now
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