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Mid-winter at Himring was never going to be all peace and goodwill

Mairon has a favour to ask of his former lover.

Glingaereth meets the crown prince of the Noldor by chance, if chance you call it.

“All the same, sister, be careful.”
“Me?” Glingaereth said. “Careful of what?”
“Of that prince.”
“What, Fingon? If you are worried about the Noldor’s feuds, he is the one who brought them to an end.”
Limbeleth shook her head. “I can’t explain it. It isn’t that you need worry about him, but—I have an uneasy feeling about them all, and I feel also that you will be bound up in their fate somehow.”

Fingon and Hurin: I. A Common Root

A kind of follow up to "The Debate of Finrod and Andreth".  Finrod left a few things out of his talk with Andreth, which led me to wonder what a member of a different Noldorin House might have to say.

A perfect drabble for each of the Tengwar, for the Tengwar challenge.

Fics written for the "Tengwar" challenge.

Humanity took to the skies. Eärendil and Ilmarë adjust.

Nimloth drags her feet about a certain decision; Melian has no time for that.

Re-embodied Celebrimbor can’t find peace in Aman, so he takes the icy road Helcaraxë back to Middle-earth. The world is changed, however, and he finds himself in a very different place. But what if his past comes back to haunt him even there?

Hithlum reckons with the departure of the future Gondolindrim.

Nimloth and Dior meet, and he is naked.

Alternatively,

Melian travels south to visit her daughter, and meets a familiar looking bird.

Written for the Tengwar prompt, Quessë (feather).

Dior is in Menegroth learning to be his grandfather's heir -- but his grandmother decides to take him as apprentice too.

Written for the Tengwar Challenge, May 15: Súlë (spirit).

During his incarceration in Roderick Burgess' basement, Dream receives a strange, ancient visitor.

a traveler meets a stranger at a crossroads.

A collection for any ficlets I manage to finish for the Tengwar challenge.

One or more drabbles about Pengolodh and his babysitter Salgant.

Plusieurs petites histoires qui parle de Pengolodh et Salgant pendant des moments differents.

A horrid cacophony of cries erupts ahead of them, as orcs appear—up the cliff on hidden ledges, on the path, with bows and swords. And behind them rises a figure of darkness and flame. The heat rolls down the path over them, bringing the smell of burning flesh and bitter fear with it. Someone screams.

There is no mention in the memorials of King Fingon of his Wood-elf lover.

Grandfather brings a treat back from Valmar.

Something not seen since the Years of the Trees comes to light. (A sequel of sorts to What A Tangled Web We Weave...)

Elrond and Elros are haunted by what happened and also by what did not. They live with it.

“You,” Fingon pronounced, “are drunk. I am not going to give you anyone’s name just so you can make up a silly drunken ballad."

In the aftermath of the second kinslaying, Maglor and Maedhros are faced with the disappearance of a pair of twins: Eluréd and Elurín.
Years later, another pair of twins—this time under the Fëanorians’ care—are missing: Elrond and Elros.
[3 chapters, posted over 3 consecutive days.]