New and Updated Fiction

Finrod thinks about his and Amarië's relationship while they cuddle in a forest. She is a closeted trans woman.

It is Fingon -- again -- who leaps the gap that yawns between them.
Maedhros capitulates to Fingon, at last.

Fingon winters in Himring.

Pengolodh and Erestor resolve some differences of opinion, deliciously.

Fingon and Maedhros and the bittersweet taste of love.

Finrod is not the only Arafinwean with very sharp teeth. A little Galadriel for Finwean Ladies Week 2023.

Rather than killing him, Dior curses Celegorm with his dying breath. Someone that Celegorm once helped helps him a little in turn.

Fëanáro era Rey. Nolofinwë lo había aceptado mucho antes del asesinato de su padre. 

Elwing is dead, but she will not let Maglor alone, no matter how he pleads.

Tirion's masked ball offers decadent delights, mistaken identities, insatiable yearnings, and inescapable philanderings.

For a "trick or treat" 3-setence story prompt on tumblr.  Thank you to shrikeseams for the request.

Finduilas has accompanied Finrod on a visit to Doriath, but she is soon drawn out into the forest to explore the land of hidden enchantments.

Small pieces of the Silm told through documents from Doriath.

11 Drabbles for the Experimental Challenge.

• Melkor x Fluithuin
• Maglor x Daeron
• Mairon & Melian
• Eönwë x Arien
• Galadriel x Luthien
• Mairon x Arien
• Sons of Fëanor
• Maedhros x Mairon
• Fëanor & Nolofinwë
• Maiar of Ulmo
• Aulë & Tevildo

The first and last time Turgon sees Aredhel

During a ball in Ingwion's manor, Turukáno meets the most beautiful woman he has ever seen.

A new beginning cannot erase the past, but it can soften the blow.

A conversation between Tuor and Idril concerning their plans for escape from Gondolin.

Fingon comes to Nevrast and finds it empty.

Anairë, newly come to Tirion, gets her first look at Prince Nolofinwë.

Short extracts from Pallando's notebook, mirroring encounters of the Blue Wizards in the East.

“Well, Sam,” said Frodo one sunny afternoon as they sat together in the garden, “what do you think of Elves, now that you have seen Elvenhome?” He spoke with a smile, and both of them remembered the times before that he had asked the question—after first meeting Gildor and his party and spending the night with them at Woody End, and later at Rivendell, and later still as their sojourn in Lothlórien came to an end. It was practically tradition.

Over the course of their friendship, Arador and Belladonna write many letters to each other.

Here are two of them.

Aerin makes choices, helps others make theirs.

Findekáno’s coronation should have been a grand affair. Moringotto was dead, and the Ñoldor could begin to rebuild and slowly retake the lands the Enemy had destroyed in the battle that they had all thought was the beginning of the end.

But Findekáno’s father had fallen even as he slew the Black Foe. Over four hundred years he had ruled, and Findekáno knew this was quite possibly the worst time for a change in leadership.

He still didn’t know where Turukáno and Írissem were.

He still had not heard from Russandol.