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Every morning, I leave you; every evening, you bring me back. An endless game—until the day it is not.

After an attempt on the High King's life, Celebrimbor realizes his priorities.

Eight perfect drabbles (and one bonus accidentally AU one) from the SWG Discord instadrabbling session in January 2025.

Instadrabbling from the discord event in January 2025.

Three 100 words drabbles I wrote during the Jubilee 2025 live instadrabbling event on the SWG discord server.

This is my latest collection of pieces too small to stand alone, often written for events on the SWG Discord.

The Latest:
"Fly." Fingon's faith in his friendship with Maedhros leads him to the decision to rescue him.
"Salt." Uinen discovers the kinslaying.
"Sunship." Nerdanel places the final cog in the sunship as an act of resistance.
"No One Heard That." The histories withheld some details of Fëanor's muster of the Noldor.
"Cracked." Námo explains death to a young Fëanor.
"Sunship, Reprise." The sunship's launching, from the perspective of the other side of the sea.
"Shadows beyond a Campfire." The sons of Fëanor build a campfire after the Nirnaeth.
"The Neologist." Pengolodh on language and history at three points in Gondolin's history.

A place to store drabbles and ficlets, mostly written for various prompts.

A selection of brief writings (mostly conforming to drabbles but some veer into dribble territory) from the SWG events on January 18-19, 2025.

An epistolary series of unsent letters from Celeborn to Celebrían after her departure, chronicling the construction of a memorial garden in Lothlorien. 

Some drabbles from the 1/19/2025 instabrabbling event 

The home of my insta-drabbling pieces!

(and the odd drabble of undetermined origin)

Short interaction between Maedhros and Caranthir, written during an instadrabbling session.

Short fanworks for the following prompts:
    •    hurt, delusions, tandem, fly
    •    The cure for anything is salt water - sweat, tears, or the sea.
    •    Oh, this spacious sky/Is not poetry enough for our swelling lungs
    •    Smells like teen spirit generator: annoying siblings
    •    From a random page of On Fairy-Stories: beauties, terrors, sun, power
    •    Even a wounded world holds us, giving us moments of wonder and joy.

Cirdan watches and waits, while the world goes down into the dark. 

In the halls of the Maker, the Children sleep, until a bell sounds.

Finrod answers a tutor's question before Caranthir can

The tale of how the sons of Fëanor were conceived and named, and how the daughters came into being in the other two houses.

Drabbles written for Jubilee, fulfilling prompts from Potluck and other previous challenges.

Maglor, a Jedi, gets roped into investigating the theft of the Silmarilli and some Sindarin treasures. His partner? The Singer Daeron.

Netyalindë was walking home slowly, after the Valar announced the horror that had taken place in Alqualondë, promising it would be the last time such a deed is seen in their lands.

Her eyes had gotten used to the darkness around her she thought. Or perhaps it was that she knew those streets like the back of her hand-stitched pocket that currently held in secret the brooch that Fëanáro had made for her for her wedding to his second-born son. 

Maitimo held his baby brother in his arms, and was surprised when the baby started to emit a melodious sound. 

Telperion’s light was bathing Oromë’s Wood in a quiet and eerie atmosphere that Tyelkormo loved. He alone among the elves was awake at this time of the night... 

Escape attempt from Nan Elmoth

Barahir and his men find hope where they did not expect it.

Melkor returns