New and Updated Fiction

A small story about Fingon and Maedhros in the woods of Beleriand.

Aegnor sings to Andreth of Valinor.

In the beginning, the Elves awakened...what else happened at Cuivienen, and where might things go from there?

“ It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to heaven, we were all going direct the other way - in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only. ”

Once upon a time in the city of Gondolin there lived a folk who could neither enter nor leave their City, all depended upon secrecy. But what happens when a folk have to stay in one place and one place alone?

Hopelessness? Melancholy? Do they turn to despair? Or do they surprise even themselves with how they can attempt to look outside the box? Do they start feeling sick of how the world turns never in their favour and do they become a revolutionary of a different ilk than all their predecessors? Because surely not just the Noldorin nobility were revolutionarily inclined?

A slice of life fic with Gondolindrim politics that happens when you combine multiple Back to Middle-earth prompts and then forget to post.

The Ainur are moving West, Ulmo cannot seem to bring himself to leave.

A series of short pieces designed to respond to the Utopia challenge and surrounding the building of Eregion.

It responds to this prompt:

"We have to build the Republic of Heaven where we are, because for us there is no elsewhere."

     - Philip Pullman, The Amber Spyglass

But it also carries this quote in mind: 

"There is no Zion, save where you are."

    -- Tony Kushner, Angels in America

After the third kinslaying, Maglor realizes he has new priorities.

Tolkien Secret Santa 2020 (for wonderwafles)

A forager of the Nelyar recalls the long journey to Valinor.

Finwë gets creative.

The year is 1409 of the Third Age. The kingdom of Arnor has splintered apart, and in the northern wastelands Angmar's shadow grows. Having failed to conquer Rivendell with his armies, the Witch-king tries a more devious way to destroy the House of Elrond - a house now divided against itself.

Sequel to Gathering Dusk, but can be enjoyed on its own. This story is completely written and will be updated regularly.
Many thanks to my marvelous beta readers Anoriath and Dawn Felagund, without whose help, encouragement and support this story could not have been written.

From the Discord server sessions on 27 December 2020.

Maglor re-visits an ancient city.

The High Kings of the West ascend the Tower of Elostirion after its final Stone is laid...the Palantir.

Celebrimbor learns a horrible truth.

Written for the December 2020 Instadrabbling event on the SWG server.

A moment of foreboding between a Maia and an Elvenking during the funeral of Thorin Oakenshield. 

Written for the December 2020 Instadrabbling event on the SWG server.

"From her earliest years Galadriel had a marvellous gift of insight into the minds of others, but judged them with mercy and understanding, and she withheld her goodwill from none save only Fëanor."
Unfinished Tales

What the hell happened between those two? The Hair Incident, told in all its sordid glory.

A Holiday gift for Anoriath and Dawn Felagund, the greatest betas any writer could wish for. Many thanks to Grundy for the beta!

Oropher's Yule festivities are disturbed by a message from Lindon, but his wife Sírdal is determined not to let him brood the night away. A gift for Tolkien Secret Santa 2020.

Glorfindel ponders the past as he meets the one who fulfilled his ancient prophecy. Written for Tolkien Secret Santa 2020 and the Postcards from Middle-earth challenge!

One dark, frozen night in 19th century Massachusetts, Maglor picks up an unexpected passenger.

Maglor lights the way for ships in the storm. 
A Maglor-in-history ficlet.

Fingolfin wants to give Maedhros something after his rescue from the Thangorodhrim.

At the winter solstice celebrations in Cuiviénen, Ingwë’s brew goes to Finwë’s head…

Argon manages to get both into and out of trouble for reasons he doesn't completely understand.

Ohtar and his companion make their way into the Misty Mountains.

Every summer, Macalaurë’s entire family takes a trip to the woods and sets up camp for a few days, enjoying the nice weather and each other’s companies.

A midwinter dalliance grows into something neither Elemmakil nor Voronwë expect.  Duty, family and the ghosts of their past lie between them, and beyond the Hidden City, the shadows lengthen and grow deep...