I am, in a word, or two, Darth Sus. It is a name that encompasses my whole, for yes, I have two halves. Previously you might have noticed my name has changed from Finarfëwen to Darth Sus – Finarfëwen Elvenstar is indeed one of my halves, a being of light who loves, who is good, who knows joy. It seemed only fair to me to remove the half-name and replace it with one that is me as a whole. My other half is named Daebereth the Shadowqueen, a dark creature whose rage burns at her heart, who revels in jealousy and anger and hatred.

Just as a note, all my Lord of the Rings fics have come down, due to their sheer badness (badly, badly written. Didn't even need to read them to know. And no, don't expect re-writes, at least not any time soon which probably means not ever) Complete new ones going up. Finarfëwen has fallen out of dominance in my soul, which should explain the new fics. And just as a little explanation, read the below tale that explains the current state of mind of ... me.

From Elvenstar to Shadowqueen.

...so much had changed in the months. The darkness inside her that had lain dormant had now awoken, and it wanted to be in control of this body. The Elvenstar had held control for so long, but that control had only ever been wavering. The Shadowqueen had somehow always been stronger. And now, there was another darkness, not her own, sitting on her shoulder, a hand touching her heart.

I can feel your anger. The hate is swelling in you now.

“Yes,” Finarfëwen admitted to herself. “I feel it also.” A hatred for what, she did not know, and anger for nothing she could name. But it was there, it was consuming.

You like the dark rage. Use your aggressive feelings. Give in to your anger. Let the hate flow through you.

So she did.

And it was done.

The floodgates of the dark river were opened, the black evil rushing through her veins and the Elvenstar was washed away into the depths of the shared body, Finarfëwen silently returning to the the hollows of her own soul.

It was her counterpart who opened the eyes, Daebereth the Shadowqueen whose evil smirk touched the world. All too easy.

Anger and hate she had in abundance. Anything that crossed her path, anything at all that sparked the darkness of her hating mind, would feel her wrath.

I am what I am, and I do what I want.

A being of passion – I love with all my heart, and hate with all my soul. There is no inbetween.

Now, go forth , strike them down with all of your hatred, and your journey towards the dark side will be complete.

Let their blood rain from the sky.