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Four true drabbles from the perspectives of Maglor, Eärendil, Elwing and Elrond, vaguely connected by the state of being six (years old). 

Fingon returns to Barad Eithel after a late-autumn hunt, finding someone unexpected with his wife. The night takes an even more unexpected turn for all three of them.

For the marriage of the Eldar, what is "not wholly unwilling"?

“This is not the way of the Eldar.”

“It’s mine. Am I not one of the Eldar too?”

At Ivrin, during the aftermath of the Mereth Aderthad.
A brief vignette.

It was winter, and the sunlight that came into the caves was cold and pale, but Rían still sought it out, bundled up in all of the furs and blankets that they could give her.

The Queen of Faery takes a little light trip down memory lane.

In Valmar, after the Darkening and the Flight of the Noldor, Indis receives a visitor.

Neldoreth was both like and unlike the forests of Dior’s childhood and youth.

When Elendil and his group of Númenórean refugees wash up on Lindon's shores, Elrond's past comes back to haunt him.

MEFA 2010 First Place winner:Times, Second & Early Third Age

Mairon stood in utter stillness for it seemed to him that the voice of his master mocked him from afar...

At the end of the First Age, Sauron makes a choice.

Two years before the Nirnaeth Arnoediad, Húrin and Huor journey from Dor-lómin to Eithel Sirion for a war council with their new allies from the East. A story about the stirring of hope and foreshadowing of woe. Well-peppered with humour.

Maglor and Maedhros trade Elrond and Elros to King Gil-galad in exchange for a Silmaril, but they have miscalculated.

The Exiles of Gondolin come to Sirion.  The residents of Sirion welcome them, and friendship blossoms between the last remaining loremaster of Gondolin and a young poet of Sirion.

Sauron has taken Celebrimbor as a prisoner in Ost-in-Edhil. Whump happens.

This is an analysis on whether the Sindar ate the Petty-dwarves during the years they hunted them, completed for the 'Literary Analysis' prompt on the "Tolkien Meta" bingo card.

Maglor sings. He wanders. Slowly, a shadow comes over his sight and mind, deepening little by little

Written for an Insta-drabbling challenge for Orctober prompts, but not horror (or fluff either): two drabbles about survivors, Maglor and Haleth.

Aegnor, Lord of Dorthonion, is an Elven Prince with quite a reputation. Fiery, earthy and sensual with a wrath that no one would knowingly provoke. He is beautiful, wild and playful as he is dangerous, passionate and utterly terrifying. A far cry from the noble decorum expected as an elven prince and a noble lord. Yet, beneath his impenetrable, battle hardened exterior, there lies a deeply lonely and haunted soul who craves companionship and intimacy. Little does he know that a chance encounter with a lost and frightened young mortal girl one freezing morning in Dorthonion will set him on a collision course with destiny and unravel his entire world, igniting an extraordinary love wrought with challenges, sacrifice and intense desire. Brace yourself for part 1 of a captivating tale, woven by the power of passionate love and loss.

The fates of the lovers have been sealed. After Aegnor makes a promise to Andreth he seeks council one last time from Finrod to reveal the identity of the maiden who had stolen his heart and hopes Finrod will share in his newfound happiness. However, it does not go well between the brothers, and a heated argument unfolds, plunging even Finrods' own safety into uncertainty. Aegnor finds himself faced with an agonising choice, one that will rip his entire being asunder. Yet hope still remains, and it rests in the palm of none other than Erú Illuvatar himself who, through the sheer power of Aegnor's undying love for Andreth, has taken notice. Brace yourself once more for this gripping continuation. Where the power of love truly conquers all.

Rían falls unconscious at the Mound of the Slain and hears Huor's voice telling her to live.

The home of my insta-drabbling pieces!

(and the odd drabble of undetermined origin)

Fingon rescued Maedhros from Thangorodrim. In the dungeons of Angband, a flicker of hope is lit. If they can escape, perhaps so can others. If nothing else, they must try. 

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

The Latest:
"The First Orc." An Elven scout dreams of captivity.

A short history of the Fen of Serech, from happier times until the bitter end.