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Notes: Late, sorry!
City of Memory
The tentative title was Noble Houses of the Noldor. Noble houses... that metaphor must have come from Aman. Or the Dúnedain. Those cities piled on Númenor’s fragrant slopes...
... what would it have been in Doriath? Thingol’s ‘noble cavern’?
Deep in memory delved Menegroth with its golden lanterns and gilded branches, a host of jewelled birds peeping between verdigris leaves. Tapestries woven by the Queen and her ladies softening every sculpted cave. A splash of light tossed up by silver fountains bubbling in marble basins, the image so clear...
... he would suggest a different title. Noldorin Genealogies. Nothing metaphorical in that.