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“Then Morgoth recalled the doom of Huan, and he chose one from among the whelps of the race of Draugluin; and he fed him with his own hand upon living flesh, and put his power upon him. Swiftly the wolf grew, until he could creep into no den, but lay huge and hungry before the feet of Morgoth. There the fire and anguish of hell entered into him, and he became filled with a devouring spirit, tormented, terrible, and strong. Carcharoth, the Red Maw, he is named in the tales of those days, and Anfauglir, the Jaws of Thirst. And Morgoth set him to lie unsleeping before the doors of Angband, lest Huan come.”
— J.R.R. Tolkien, The Silmarillion, p.180 (Of Beren and Lúthien)
Ara looking up to Indis’ beauty when he gets self conscious about his blond non-noldo looks
Ara only really coming home once in a while to hug his mother and talk her ears off when they are in private
Ara asking himself ‘what would mother do’ when educating his own children
Indis getting emotional at his wedding into another culture, and reminding her own
Indis releasing a breath she didn’t know she’d been holding when Arafinwe & family come to Tirion for good, hoping he will help keep things under control
Indis not wanting/being able to believe he is leaving with Feanor’s host
Indis both relieved and horrified when she hears he came back alone
Indis looking into Arafinwe’s eyes when they meet in Tirion, and crying the tears he hadn’t quite managed to spill for himself yet
Ancient people likely cared for a sick, domesticated pup for weeks on
end before it died about 14,000 years ago during the Paleolithic era, a
new study finds.