Do you ever feel like you’re past the “fangirl” stage to the “fanmom” stage? Like you just look at your fave like “hey, you eating well? You taking care of yourself? Do you need some snacks for the award show, here I have some leftover brisket, you’ll need some protein”
I stumbled across this post the other day, and even though it’s really neat, I noticed a couple errors in the math and the image is way too small to read. So I completely remade it because I’m a giant nerd (and the OP’s blog has been deleted so I have no way of getting in touch with them). I mean, normally I wouldn’t care enough to do something like this, but bloodlines are very important in Tolkienverse which makes me, in turn, very interested in the exact breakdowns.
Also because—ever since I read Silm—I’ve wanted to know exactly how ‘elven’ Elrond actually is because I knew for sure it wasn’t literally half. It turns out Elrond is 56.25% elf, 37.5% human, and 6.25% maiar. The more you know.
Answer: Assume that they both step on a banana peel and tumble down a flight of stairs. With Melkor the process would look not unlike this
and he would eventually strike his head into a wall and leave a considerable hole.
With Fëanor you’re looking at a slow-motion scene of his fall descent as his beautiful hair flutters in the wind and his fiery spirit sears all onlookers and glazes the walls. Songs would be sung for many an age of his legendary impact into the wall, and how the whole matter was not his fault, but rather the result of a foul conspiracy between the peel and the stairs.
Okay everyone shits on JKR for naming Remus Lupin “Wolfy McWerewolf,” but no one takes Tolkien to task for the fact that Maedhros means “Hot Ginger,” Silmaril means “shiny glowing rock,” and that Celegorm named his dog “Dog.”
Mashups and Exports 
