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He wants only for a sharp knife and a little courage.

Not your typical romance, this is a story about two people who know one another all too well and understand one another not at all and share an almost love/hate relationship replete with passionate conflict and caring. It’s a Years of the Trees story of Fëanor and Fingolfin as very young men, written for Encairion, Ardor in August 2012, to satisfy this particular prompt:

“Pairing: Fëanor/Fingolfin. I prefer dark, angsty stories, but can appreciate humor on the side. Whether you give me a pre-darkening of Valinor or a re-born life in Valinor or something from the First Age, it doesn't matter, but I love seeing elves with flaws, so please no utopian, unrealistic worlds."

I want to extend the warmest thanks to my super skillful and perceptive Betas Ignoblebard and Lilith Lessfair who so generously combed through it at least a couple of times each.

Love, politics, and werewolves in the First Age! Oropher of Doriath, through no (or, at least, very little) blame of his own, gets far over his head, and comes out the other end a different person. (Thanks, in part, to Maedhros Fëanorion, cursed kinslayer and otherwise very unlikely lover.)

Written for chaotic_binky, Ardor in August 2012.

Three are one. There are no love songs to encompass what they share save the songs they sing themselves.

Erendis has given up on her errant husband and is no longer waiting for Aldarion to return from his voyage to Middle-earth. Or so she says.

Originally written for B2MeM 2012, but posted here for Akallabeth-in-August and to go with Oshun's excellent new biography of Erendis.

What if Feanor's accusations to the Valar were correct?

What if everything you hoped for was a lie?

Valinor is not the paradise expected to be; Earendil's star has fallen - is it the beginning of Dagor Dagorath?

In Sylvanlight the stories of the Silmarillion are turned over and inside out, mysteries and dark intent surfacing if one simple fact is truth.

After the Prophecy in the North, before the creation of the Sun and Moon, Námo visits Irmo’s gardens. Because sometimes even the wisest turn to the lesser.

Ingwë dreams of what he knows he cannot have.

Following the Nirnaeth Arnoediad, the sons of Fëanor wandered in the woods of Ossiriand. Maglor and Maedhros travel together, recovering from their physical wounds and slowly succumbing to their emotional ones. Maedhros/Fingon. Dark.

A letter from one twin to another is recovered from Beleriand before its destruction.

This was inspired by Jenny Dolfen’s lovely painting of Nerdanel and Maedhros called “Forgiveness.” The artist and I interpret the canon slightly differently. I call mine “Nothing To Forgive.”

A brief glimpse into the moments before Gil-galad's combat with Sauron. 

Elrond's account of his boyhood with the Fëanorians. Complete.

Maedhros and Fingon have a distinctly unromantic conversation.

Regarding the siege of Utumno by Valinor, as seen from various characters’ viewpoints.  
(Very well.  As seen mostly from the dark vantage.  It’s me we’re talking about here..)
Assembled responses to Tolkien Weekly’s “Natural Disasters” drabble challenge (Apr-May 2012).

Melkor engages in dialogues with friend and foe (all right, mostly foe) long before the light of the Trees. Assembled responses to Tolkien Weekly’s “Transactions” drabble challenge (Jan-Feb 2012).

Maedhros/Fingon. A supernatural double drabble. Warnings for slash and canon character death.

A series of fanfiction involving Amras and the elements.

What happened to the spirit of Maedhros when he died?

The kinslaying at Doriath from different perspectives. After the battle, two children are lost, two hearts are broken, two people are at fault.

Maglor has his sources.

Gandalf tells some important friends about the Stewards of Gondor and the fate of a miserable Stoor.

A cloak of hunter green is given to a young Silvan girl.  I wanted to write a light-hearted romp through the Greenwood.  My muse did not cooperate.

A very long time before Master Samwise, hithlain rope already had its fans.

Maglor is in the British trenches in WW1, and he gets to meet a certain young officer with a liking for ancient mythology.