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    Enjolras presses his lips together. He already looks pained, and Grantaire hasn't even opened his mouth yet. That's got to be a record, even for them.

    "I need a favor," he says at last.

    "With what?" says Grantaire. "Ooh, are you forming a cult? Can I join? I'd be awesome at cults, I just know it." He ticks off his qualifications on his fingers. "I love chanting, I look great in robes—"

    (High school AU. Grantaire the disaffected stoner is pulled into a cause bigger than himself. Or: in which there are pretend boyfriends for great justice.)

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    05 Jan 2019

    Bookmarker's Notes

    This story. Oh man. I realize it's probably the most obvious Enjolras/Grantaire story to anyone who's already explored the fandom, but in case there are people out there who have never given these two a try -- read it. You don't need to know anything going in. It's just...sigh. Pardon me while I roll around in the brilliant dialogue and complex characterization and absolutely agonizing pining. :D

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    "Maedhros sought destruction body and spirit, and found both. When Mandos summoned him, he refused, and first of them all he has been taken by the void that they swore themselves to. He is not in the world, and will not come again. Deeper darknesses are there than that which Morgoth made below Thangorodrim!” Fingon paused and looked at Finrod. “Should I not then have killed him as he asked me?”

    “No!” said Finrod, but Turgon said nothing.

    Sam grew even more upset. “Now that’s not right,” he said, “that can’t be right! Just or not – and I don’t know that it is, begging your pardon, sir – still, no story should end that way!”

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    06 Sep 2018

    Bookmarker's Notes

    The worthiest addition to the Silmarillion I can even imagine.

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    04 Apr 2018

    Bookmarker's Notes

    One of those series that goes on forever and somehow manages to be enjoyable THE ENTIRE TIME.

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    GORGEOUS.

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    Super amazing.

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