I know I should be less impulsive. It’s difficult not to know when you’ve been told this often enough. Oh, not many people would dare to tell me that, especially since I became king, but I have enough relatives who knew me all my life to compensate for that ( Read more... )

Sleeping always struck me as boring. All my childhood, it was something that just happened; you did things and then you crashed from tiredness and fell asleep. So I tried to do as little of that as possible, which resulted in going to bed as late as possible. I remember mother trying to change that, but she soon found it difficult, especially since ( Read more... )

Myself, I think ( Read more... )

I remember once going to Alqualonde with Findarato. Why did we go together? We weren’t particular friends, though Findarato was friendly with everybody. Perhaps there was no other company; he needed to visit his relatives and I had nothing better to do than accompany him ( Read more... )

I used to jump into water from high cliffs, I remember. That was fun. I felt like a bird for a second and then did not know how I would land… and that was a major part of the fun ( Read more... )

What is the reason to feel shame? I had reasons to think about that at several periods in my life. Shame is not a feeling that comes totally from inside of ourselves, I think. Shame means presence of others. Others who wouldn’t like what we did. Others that can be harmed by what we did ( Read more... )

Can we really control anything? Sometimes I wonder about that, wonder, how much of our lives is really wrapped into the music of Ainur, music of Eru. I started out believing, as, I suppose, the young usually do, that the world is mine, and the future too ( Read more... )

I still remember the first time I looked into a mirror. It was a present for my mother from uncle Feanaro. We did not have a mirror in the house before - it was enough to look into the pond, and mother, I think, usually just asked father whether she looked all right. And he always answered “You look beautiful,” and she made that little face, half ( Read more... )

I did not really believe I would find him. I wasn’t even sure I should go and search; that was why I left without telling anyone. I was afraid that someone would stop me, ask me what I was doing, try to convince me - and I’d agree ( Read more... )

My brother and I, we always were different. Once or twice those who did not know us well thought that he was the elder between us - serious, responsible and conventional, he did what had to be done. And yet our arguments were never serious and I felt I knew him. I felt he’d always be there ( Read more... )