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Fëanor, inside an invention gone wrong
Fëanor: “I am not stuck. I am temporarily trapped, there is a difference.”
Fëanor:
“I DON’T NEED HELP!”
Nerdanel: “Yes, you do.”
Fëanor: “That is an entirely unrelated point!”
Fëanor: “What could possibly go wrong if I challenge the Vala- Oh no.”
Fingolfin: “Can we do this without sitting on each other?”
Finarfin: “Get off of me, I can’t breathe!”
Fëanor: “Too bad, suck it up.”
Finarfin: “AUGH”
Fingolfin: “I… Will take that as a no…”
Nerdanel, after everything is said and done
Nerdanel: “Hello, Fëanor. I’m going to stone you to death.”
Finarfin: “I just want one day where I don’t have to deal with my siblings, is that too much to ask?”
The plot happens
Finarfin: “I take back my complaint, I actually kinda liked my siblings. Can I have them back please?”
Findis: “You think you're smarter than everyone else.”
Fëanor: “I don't think I'm smarter than everyone else. I know I am.”
Finrod: “I wasn't hurt that badly. The doctor said all my bleeding was internal. That's where the blood's supposed to be.”
Maedhros: “You look like a corpse that was just pulled out of the river.”
Maglor: “Wrong. I look like a cool rock star who just OD'd in his own pool. Big difference.”
Celegorm: “Atar, I have a question. When they shot Bambi's mother, did you find that a sad moment...at all?”
Fëanor: “I'm sure she's mounted on a nice wall somewhere.”
Nerdanel: “ I’ve come to a point in my life where I need a stronger word than fuck.”
Finarfin: “Uhh.. Fëanor just asked if we want to…”
Finarfin: “Fell the mighty before their time and display their carcasses in our homes?”
Irimë, not even looking up: “He’s asking if you wanna cut down trees with him.”
Finarfin: “Oh, that makes more sense.”
Findis: “Fëanor, we tried things your way.”
Feanor: “No, we didn't.”
Findis: “I did it in my head and it didn't work.”
Caranthir: “I don't like bugs. Tyelko, are you even listening to me?”
Celegorm: “I seem to have misplaced my ant farm.”
Caranthir: “AMMË!”
Finarfin: “I CAN'T DO IT!”
Fingolfin, laughing: “I CAN'T EITHER!”
Finarfin: “I CAN’T FUCKING DO IT ANYMORE!”
Findis: “WELL I'LL TELL YOU WHAT, YOU CAN EITHER GIVE UP NOW, OR YOU CAN FIGURE IT OUT. BECAUSE WE CERTAINLY CAN'T DO IT WITHOUT YOU, AND WE KNOW YOU CAN'T DO IT WITHOUT US.”
Finarfin:
Finarfin: “I appreciate it,”
Finarfin: “BUT LOOK WHAT WE'RE DEALING WITH-”
Indis: “Ara-”
Finarfin: “YOU HAVE TO DRAW THE LINE SOMEWHERE!”
Eärwen: “Darling, we have to-”
Finarfin: “YOU HAVE TO DRAW A FUCKING LINE IN THE SAND. YOU HAVE GOT TO MAKE A STATEMENT.”
Finarfin: “YOU HAVE TO LOOK INSIDE YOURSELF AND SAY 'What am I willing to put up with today?'”
Finarfin, motioning to Fëanor, who’s clutching the Silmarils and hissing like a feral cat: “ NOT FUCKING THIS!”
Lalwen: “Ah, yes. Here we have a pair of beautiful siblings…”
Finarfin: “I really care about your feelings, and I’m not going to commit any kinslayings!”
Findis: “I really care about YOUR feelings, and I’M not going to commit any kinslayings either!”
Lalwen, turning her head: “...and then there's the disaster siblings…”
Fëanor: “YOU NEED TO LISTEN TO ME MORE INSTEAD OF TAKING CONTROL OF EVERYTHING!”
Fingolfin: “I WOULDN'T HAVE TO SPEND SO MUCH TIME TAKING CONTROL OF EVERYTHING IF YOU STOPPED INSISTING ON FIGHTING EVERYONE WHO COMES WITHIN A FIVE FOOT RADIUS OF YOU!”