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Thank you for your kind words.

I only write the suggestions as I think them up, and I won't force the creative process, so it can take a little while. I believe the longest I took concerned the Elves of Lindon, at a week. This one concerning Númenor was one I started on, forgot about, remembered, forgot again, then finally sat down and finished it.

The alternate torch recipe might be like the torch recipe for Wood-elven torches, which require Red Mirk-oak leaves, coal, and sticks. In the case of the Faithful it would be silver nuggets, and the case of the King's Men it would be gold nuggets. Expensive, but worth it. Yes, the Pale Númenorean Brick was an early idea for Faithful brick.

Write all you like. I enjoy reading comments, if they're constructive and relate to the subject. Here's something of mine I wrote, as a matter of fact. It's a bit long, but people have said it's rather good:

Faenor is swept apart from the rest by a sea of foes. Constant are his swords moving in the patterns that mark the deadly dance, weaving a silver helix of protection around his form as he fights off countless Yrch and Easterlings. With a rallying cry he dives forwards, drawing Aeglos to decapitate a Swarthy Man with a single blow.

However, as the battle presses on, Faenor begins to tire. Some Eldar fight through the press and form a circle with him, a single island of light in the midst of a limitless horde of darkness.

With a stunned cry Faenor falls, pierced by an arrow from a Southron. He rises, breaking the dart off at the head where pauldron met cuirass, the point where the razor broadhead pierced his flesh. He experimentally tugs, but the arrow is barbed and to remove it would be to lose his arm's function. So he leaves it, continuing to fight.

Again he falls, but this time to a glittering curved scimitar. Again he rises, slaying the Easterling, and fights on, calling out for the Eldar around him to fall back. Grudgingly they obey their orders, and retreat back to the Dwarven stakes. Faenor stays, continuing to "be a boss" as the peoples of latter days would speak.

For the third time he falls, his back rent open by an Orcish sword. Again he rises, blood running from him in rivulets and streams down his molded and stylized armor, to soak in his black robes and in the bare stone around him. Once more he spins, killing all around him.

He falls to one knee, seeing the Orcs and Easterlings start to flee. They part around him, the lone warrior afloat in a sea of dead bodies, as they pass back over the hills into darkness and their own lands. Hundreds of dead Yrch and Swarthy Men lie dead around him, all slain by the Sinda. Some rush out to him, Glosur first among them. Faenor falls back as the Dwarf reaches him, Glosur catching the Elf before he hits the ground.

He is too late. With a sigh and the words "A Elbereth Gilthoniel" Faenor dies, surrounded by many who would have died were it not for his effort. His weapons they do not find, even after searching the dead around him. The Galadhrim, what few remain, bear him to the Eryn Lasgalen, burying his body in a green clearing of the forests. Ever after in the Ages to come no evil thing came into that blessed grove, and it was named Haudh-i-Lasgalen, the Barrow of Greenleaves. On it they engraved in stone "Here Lies Faenor Celebrî, The Snow Prince."