New and Updated Fiction

Any and all Silmarillion drabbles I have written will be posted in this story. May or may not fit in with anything else I've written.

History remembers Curufin as the villain. There are a few who think better of him. 

Written for the Taboo challenge. First chapter hits 'consequences' and 'ostracization and exile'. Upcoming chapters will mark off other squares. Will give warnings on chapters as appropriate.

Huan helps Lúthien escape from Nargothrond--everyone knows that--but he doesn't do it alone.

In the many gardens of Tirion there bloomed thousands of flowers, of all colors of the rainbow and more. And fluttering to and fro between the flowers and the trees and the shrubs were butterflies...

Telperion observes something very unusual, very sinister, very ominous approaching Valmar.

Drabbles inspired by natural history prompts, from the Years of the Trees to the Fourth Age, from Valinor to Far Harad.

Featuring Indis and Miriel, Ilmare and Varda, Earendil and his mariners, Aragorn and the past, and Beruthiel and her white cat.

In the beginning of 21st century, on one New Year's morning, Maglor's long time dream comes true.

Manwe and Mandos watch the Nirnaeth. They break the fourth wall.

Short stories mostly in drabble form written for the Solstice Instadrabbling Challenge 2019 on the discord server.

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.