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When you can keep track of Finwë's house and Elwë's house much better than you can keep track of your own family. *blushes*
When your alter-ego is a male Elf incredibly obsessed with his quasi-royal, extremely dubious, lineage.
Just what in Angband do you mean, quasi-royal and extremely dubious???? I'll have you know that I am Fionwë, son of Nolwë, son of Fingon, son of Fingolfin, who was the son of Finwë! Why I ought to draw a sword on you! See here, Elf, this sword is sharper than thy tongue! Fall back thou foul buffoon!
*sighs* This happens every time... might I remind you that I'm your great-great grandfather, Fionwë, and as such, I can command you, not the other way round.
*mutter mutter* Fine... but this isn't the last you'll hear of me, grandfather!
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But Melkor also was there, and he came to the house of Fëanor, and there he slew Finwë King of the Noldor before his doors, and spilled the first blood in the Blessed Realm; for Finwë alone had not fled from the horror of the Dark.
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