The Noldor never give up!

Before I was born, I felt that I was different from ordinary people.

A memory was projected in my mind. At that moment, I got another person's eighteen years of memories - birth, study, stacks of tall buildings, people coming and going, the sun rising and the moon setting, spring coming and autumn. Go and then——

I saw a golden cup shining in the sky, and black mud was pouring down, swallowing everything it touched.

The image is interrupted here - perhaps, the owner of this memory is also killed here.

Images were crammed into my head, so I was born knowing a lot of things, but I had never experienced reality, so I didn't understand some things at all.

What is sharp? What is softness? What is pain? What is happiness? I know these things exist, but I’ve never experienced them, so I don’t understand them.

My soul saw a pair of mist-like hands touching the top of my head, and He gave me a push.

I was born twice.

Why do you say twice... Well, this is very complicated. When I felt my birth, I was surprised to find that I had two bodies and the same consciousness, but I could control the two bodies easily, just like My consciousness is divided into two parts, and controlling two bodies is as natural to me as breathing.

I was confused, looking at the rich and noble people around me... I didn't know where I was, and no place in my image memory could match the scene in front of me.

I looked again at my fleshy little hands that were obviously babies. The intertwining of memory and reality broke the illusion, and I couldn't help laughing.

It's unusual for a newborn baby to smile, and both fathers apparently thought it was a good omen.

One of the fathers picked me up carefully, and I looked into his eyes. Somehow I knew his name, Fëanor.

Just like the name of the soul of fire, his eyes were fiery, but his movements in holding me were gentle. His love made me welcome my new life happily, while the red-haired man behind him looked at me in shock, with a look of joy lingering on his face. No—blood tells me he is Maedhros, son of Fëanor.

"I have a sister——"

"Rosandre." Fëanor handed me to him with a smile.

He took it carefully. His arms were a little stiff, but he quickly adjusted his posture. He was obviously experienced in holding children.

"I am Naiafenwë, your eldest brother." Maedhros hugged me and whispered in my ear, "My love for you will last to the end of the world, and so will your brothers."

Brothers... I looked at Maedhros, and I quickly realized that Naia Fenwei was his name, and Rosandre was his nickname, but what was the name of Maedhros that someone had told me?

I looked at him curiously and he couldn't help but poke me in the face.

Fëanor turned back to take care of the weak Nodaniel, and Maedhros quietly left the delivery room. When he turned around, he saw several pairs of eyes staring at him - me in his hand.

I suddenly understood why my eldest brother was so shocked when he saw me - good guy, the brother in front of me has already explained the problem.

"She is Mikulaka and Leleleta." Maedhros said with a smile, "Your sister."

After a period of silence, the room suddenly erupted with screams that could almost lift off the roof, as well as requests for "let me hug my sister" one after another.

I couldn't help but squint my eyes at this surging emotion. I knew very well that this was the feeling of love, because this feeling had always been with me before I was born.

Celegorn grinned and leapt towards me with lightning speed, but Maedhros just turned around slightly to avoid it.

"It's not like this, right?" Maedhros couldn't laugh or cry.

"Of course, you are the one holding my sister." Maglor opened his arms and said, "Have you held me for long enough? According to the order, it is my turn!"

Maedhros reluctantly handed me over to the second brother. The eldest brother’s red hair was tied up, while the second brother’s hair fell smoothly on his shoulders. I held the second brother’s black hair in my hand. For this kind of hair, Curious about the cool feeling.

So I ate it.

"Wait, Miku - spit it out!!" Maglor was in a hurry, but he didn't dare to tear the hair - he was afraid of hurting my gums when the hair was pulled out.

Having satisfied my curiosity, I mercifully spit out my hair. Maglor looked at his hair with a wry smile: "This is considered a necessary ritual... Do you love my hair so much?"

Oh, it seems my brothers were not very restful when they were little.

Celegor curled his lips and stared at me with his animal-like eyes. I looked directly at him. I could feel his wolf-like aura. He was obviously aware of something.

"I will take my sister to hunt and run in the forest," Celegorm poked my face. "She will become the most agile hunter like me."

"She's still young," Caranthir said.

"Oh," said Celegorm, "don't mistake the lion for the cat, for she is more powerful than you think."

In fact, what he wanted to say was - crazy.

It feels amazing to be inside another body.

I felt strong passion and curiosity in Leretta's body, burning and licking my soul like fire, while in Meccano's body I felt extremely calm, those passions faded away like a tide, and I was filled with ease and comfort. Touch my soul.

To me, there is no difference between the male body and the female body, but the difference in thinking makes me feel interesting. The same consciousness and the same thing can lead to different conclusions.

My father—I mean Mecanor's father—held me in his arms no more fiery than Fëanor, he was as deep as the sea, and I knew his name was Fingolfin.

Fingolfin hugged me lovingly, and Fingon took it carefully. Well, it seems that Maedhros is more skillful in holding children. He may have been trained by my brothers.

"He is Maccanaugh," said Fingolfin, "maica."

"Meccano." Fingon was surprised by the word "sharp", but he didn't say anything and just left the delivery room slowly.

Fingolfin thought of Aneri's precognitive dream, and "sharpness" would be a blessing here.

I saw my brother and sister. Compared to Fëanor's family, Fingolfin's four children were considered a normal number.

Besides, I have a sister.

My sister, Yarisil, had obviously never hugged an elf before. She stood behind Turgon and looked at me, looking like she wanted to hug but was worried.

Fingon smiled and taught her how to hold the elf. I couldn't help but yawn and looked at Turgon sleepily. I didn't mean to ignore him, but Turgon was more reserved.

As a baby, I didn't have that much energy. I lay in Princess Bai's arms and closed my eyes peacefully. The familiar sleepiness swept over me, and both bodies fell into a deep sleep at the same time.

Maedhros made a silent gesture to his brothers, and took the sleeping me from Caranthir. At this moment, the third Finwe, Maedhros, is in the city of Tirian, and his soul is But there is an almost longing for joy about the future.