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The tale of a perfectly ordinary day in the life of Elrond Peredhel. A day without grand councils, dark lords or epic battles. Nothing about today will be remembered in song and story, but the Lord of Rivendell still has his hands full: he is a husband, father, ruler, teacher ... and healer.

Accidents happen, even on ordinary days.

A giftfic for Anoriath. Many thanks to Firstamazon for the beta read!

“It is said that Amandil set sail in a small ship at night, and steered first eastward, and then went about and passed into the west. And he took with him three servants, dear to his heart, and never again were they heard of by word or sign in this world, nor is there any tale or guess of their fate." - The Silmarillion, “Akallabêth”

Cirdan and his people return from the War of the Last Alliance to Mithlond. 
It is not an easy home-coming, after what they have been through.

When Maglor son of Fëanor surrenders to Eönwë at the end of the War of Wrath, no one expects him to reveal the secret of the Silmarilli. And yet... However, he still participated in the Kinslaying, and Námo isn't known to be merciful...

The downfall of Numenor, from three different points of view: Sauron, Uinen, and Elendur, son of Isildur.

Sequel to "Lunatic Idea". Six years after reading about Erwin Schrödinger's hypothesis of parallel universes, which Maglor of all people on Earth knows to be true, he finds himself in the unique opportunity to meet the old physicist.

Tindómiel is a pretty girl who has vague dreams and not many certainties... until she meets her teacher.

Mairen and Yávien, Yávien and Mairen, that had always been so...

Yávien suddenly sees her deepest wish being fulfilled, but what will it mean for her life?

Erendis walks under the stars with her child and tells her a tale.

A collection of ficlets (not true drabbles) written for Lockdown Instadrabbling on Discord.

Companion piece to Erinyator. Elrond, son and father.

But if he did not speak, then who would remember? If he did not tell them, his children would not know how much HE owed to Maglor, Maedhros. And he could not have his children think so badly of them.

So he nestled Elrohir’s head against his shoulder and began. ‘Once, long long ago, there were two small boys, twins…’

‘Like Elladan and me.’

Ailinel has to make a decision.

Tar-Telperiën is eager to enjoy her month of rest in the beautiful Summer of Nindámos, but something is not quite right.

Tar-Vanimeldë tries to mend a rift.

Lindissë writes a letter to her cousin Isilmë to tell her some news. (Implied past relationship between Lindissë and Silmariën.)

Just a short thing I needed to write, about post-Nargothrond Curufin and his painful hesitations regarding celebrimbor's decision.

In 1952, one astrophysicist brings forth a revolutionary idea about the universe. It sounds lunatic – by the words of the astrophysicst himself – but Maglor Feanorion knows it to be true.

Maedhros had not intended any of this.

The thought came to him as he watched the sleeping children snuggled under their blankets with the red light of the hearth fire against the softness of their cheeks, their dark heads just over the top of the blankets.

The smaller one snuffled and rubbed his nose in his sleep and Maedhros automatically smoothed his hand over the warm dark head and hummed the lullaby he had hummed over countless ages to other small boys. All dead now but one.

And this was not life. 

No. He had not intended this.

His stump itched and he scratched it carelessly; it did that when he remembered.

Nerdanel works in expressive forms of fabric and water, under very different circumstances.

It is Elros and Elrond's tenth birthday, and Middle-earth receives an unexpected gift.

A gift is forged in Middle-earth and passes through many hands to crown a queen. Written for the Team Storytelling challenge. Author and art credits are in the chapter notes.

Vardilmë speaks of her life.

After a few busy days, I read a discord discussion and had to write this utter crack.

But yes, whose is better, between Fëanor and Fingolfin?

Tindómiel searches for a teacher.