New and Updated Fiction

Maglor in Avebury, at the turning of the year.

Fingon would not have anticipated that he would ever find himself thinking of heat the same way he thought of extreme cold, and yet, here he was.

Takes place in a version of Arda with Beleriand Risen on the Aman side of the Straight Road, as in Bunn's Return to Aman and Undying Lands.

An interstellar spaceship is ready to go. Its all-Elven crew and passengers will become the first explorers and settlers of an exoplanet orbiting the star Vega, or Luinil as the Elves call it. But only Mairon knows that the captain of the starship, Celebrimbor, has a hidden agenda.

Sometime, somewhere, in the Seventh Age, another distant descendant of Elendil dreams of Numenor.

A long way from Balar, Erestor and Gildor share some bittersweet midwinter memories.  Sometimes the window opens a crack and then it closes, allowing just a glimpse of the road less travelled.

Tar-Palantir, king of Numenor, at some point in the later part of his reign: night thoughts and a dream.

Forced into marriage with Ar-Gimilzor, Inzilbeth has her secrets.

It is renowned among both the Teleri and the Noldor, though perhaps for different reasons among each, that Eärwen Swan-Maiden of Alqualondë was married to Arafinwë of the Noldor in a dress broidered with one thousand pearls, and more draped around her neck and woven through her hair like sea spray.

Melkor is a captive of the Valar's army and Mairon sneaks into the camp to find him, when he is caught by Eonwe. Now he has to try to seduce his old friend to still have a chance.

Through snow, through ice, through ash and flame...I will always come for you, Russandol.

Fingon rescues Maedhros from Thangorodrim. It is no easy feat, for he battles not only the creatures and the hostile land, but also himself.

The blossoms have appeared in the land / The time of pruning has come / The song of the turtledove / Is heard in our land

The green figs form on the fig tree / The vines in blossom give off fragrance / Arise, my darling / My fair one, come away!

- Song of Songs 2:12-3

Haleth and Caranthir attempt to make love and discover they don't know much about making babies.

My attempt at subverting the bodice-ripper; a triple drabble.

After Fingolfin gets a worrying letter from Maedhros, he rides to Himring to be there for him.

An account of the reign of King Nelyafinwë Maitimo, 3rd High King of the Noldor. AU, WIP

A short ficlet about Elrond and Celebrían in the gardens of Imladris and their hopes for the future.

What was supposed to be a homecoming feast, turns into something so much more, for the Lord of the Falathrim.

Elrond and Elros are left without parents; found by their folks' murderers in the ruins of Sirion; taken from the havens of their childhood to wander elsewhere and abroad. And yet, not all is lost--love grows, leaders are raised, pain is endured. Lives transform.

A character study in the key of complex trauma.

Havens rise elsewhere. e

Oropher tries to comfort Thranduil after a nightmare.

Fëanor and Nerdanel’s first camping trip deep into the wilds of Aman was supposed to be about connecting with nature and having some alone time together. Which is what they did. But it also had the unexpected effect of deepening the unspoken feelings they had fostered for each other for sometime.

What did they mean, these small, precise assemblages?

Arafinwë finds his sister in the battlefield, but not his brother. Will Lalwendë come with him back to Valinor? And what are his nephews up to?

Per his notes in HoMe XI, The War of the Jewels concerning the tale of the Awakening of the Elves by Cuiviénen, Tolkien wrote the following:  "Actually written (in style and simple notions) to be a surviving Elvish 'fairytale' or child s tale, mingled with counting-lore."  

Clearly, this leaves room for alternative origin stories. This is one.

Written for Grey Gazania's birthday.

Celebrimbor gives young Celebrían a gift.

From her mother, Galadriel had learned grace, composure, and how to veil the teeth of diplomacy in silk and soft words. From her grandmother, she learned when to bare those teeth. From her cousin she learned the value of will and the power of independence.

Her ambition was her own, and carefully stoked.

(And from Melian she learned nothing at all.)

The Valar have spoken. Arafinwë knows he has to make a big decision, but he's too tired to think clearly. His brother and sister are there for him, even at the moment of parting.

Túrin and Morwen talk.

100 words drabble written for the instadrabbling session on the SWG Discord server with the prompts: mother, drunk, evil, turn.