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Tyelkormo is a faithful follower of Oromë. He knows his father would disapprove on principle alone.

This story is his point of view on the events leading to the noldor's exile.

Very biased opinion.

Tyelkormo wasn't supposed to be in his wood trying to teach unteachable baby hunters, Oromë was pretty sure.

No seriousness inside.
Murder of a harp mentionned.

Prompt Harp for Back to Middle-Earth Month 2024

Once upon a time, before the darkening of Valinor, a young hunter goes to Oromë to learn... And meet one who would be a dear companion until life, oaths and tragedy separates them.

This story is their meeting

Elrond sets out to go find Maglor, having a good feeling about it for once.
He finds Maglor... more changed than he thought he'd be...

A crablor story inspired by a fantastic art from Sortumavaara
Thank you for sharing your art.

It was time that maglor face some of his feelings about his brother's suicide.

Elrond fails to try to sleep.
Maglor fails to write the song he wants to write.

After spending the winter in one place, Maglor and Elrond decide to spend the spring equinox with the nearby human settlement before leaving, going back on the road.

A storm arrives over the area where Maglor and Elrond settled their little shelter.
Now they know what they forgot to do at least....

7th story in the series relating the wanderings of Elrond and Maglor at the end of the first age.

Winter is fast approaching, and while they've found a land rich in resources, Elrond and Maglor must think of finding or building a shelter for winter.

The rider loosed the arrow before Dior could call a warning, and so he did what he needed to without a second thought – he leapt from the bush where he’d been hiding, and yelled to startle the deer into motion.

The doe ran; the herd ran; the arrow sank into the ground behind Dior with a deep wet thwock.

And then the rider came up to him, and Dior saw that this rider too was naked.

As Isildur and Elendil leave Númenor to the Falas, black clouds circle the island. A strange fortune teller makes her appearance in Tar-Míriel's garden, claiming she talks to the rain. A power Sauron does not possess. 

Galadriel is determined to show Melian she is capable of more than Melian believes. Melian wonders if her pupil grasps her lessons.

As the refugees regroup in the first aftermath of the Fall of Gondolin, one loremaster survives and tries to understand.

Gil-galad and Círdan arrive at the Mouth of Sirion, too late.

Stinging from his defeat in a musical competition at the Mereth Aderthad, Maglor unexpectedly makes friends with a deaf child.

Hithlum is lost and Fingon is dead.  In the aftermath an aunt and nephew have a last meeting and parting.

The news of the Second Kinslaying arrives on Balar among the Falathrim. They are all shocked and horrified, but for one of them, it poses a specific problem.

Maglor assists Maedhros with pain therapy, but his bedside manner is lacking.

Indis yearns to stir the sleeping queen of the Noldor.

"They are old swords, very old swords of the High Elves of the West, my kin. They were made in Gondolin for the Goblin-wars. They must have come from a dragon's hoard or goblin plunder, for dragons and goblins destroyed that city many ages ago. This, Thorin, the runes name Orcrist, the Goblin-cleaver in the ancient tongue of Gondolin; it was a famous blade. This, Gandalf, was Glamdring, Foe-hammer that the king of Gondolin once wore. Keep them well!"

"Whence did the trolls get them, I wonder?" said Thorin looking at his sword with new interest.

"I could not say," said Elrond, "but one may guess that your trolls had plundered other plunderers, or come on the remnants of old robberies in some hold in the mountains of the North. I have heard that there are still forgotten treasures of old to be found in the deserted caverns of the mines of Moria, since the dwarf and goblin war."

Thorin pondered these words. "I will keep this sword in honour," he said. "May it soon cleave goblins once again!"

From "A Short Rest," The Hobbit

A very great man dies, and asks if he can be of more help to the universe because it has been so good to him.

...Eru Illúvatar takes him up on the offer.

Thranduil names an unexpected successor.

Music was Maglor’s first love, but when he had decided to learn to make his own instruments, he had begun with wood—and had fallen in love with that, too.

Bëor: Halt!  Who goes there?
Finrod:  It is I, Felagund, son of Finarfin of Valinor.  King of Nargothrond, builder of Minas Tirith, sovereign of all Dorthonion!
Bëor: Pull the other one!
Finrod: I am!  And this is my trusty servant, Edrahil.

Aerandir, a mariner who accompanied Earendil on his voyages, finds himself at loose ends when he arrives in Valinor after the War of Wrath. 

He is haunted by an encounter during one of their earlier voyages and comes to a decision..