New and Updated Fiction

Celebrimbor was first imagined as the descendant of Daeron. I decided to run with it.

Celebrimbor was the heir to the kingdom of Doriath before his father decided to vanish into thin air, leaving naught but a hastily scribbled note for a messenger to hand to him. In a difficult position as the black sheep of the royal family, Celebrimbor decides to leave for Nargothrond hoping not only to find a place where he fits in, but perhaps even word on the mysterious figure that was his mother.

Thangorodrim is broken, and the Elves believe that Evil has ended forever. There's a certain amount of tidying-up to be done.

HoME canon in which Maglor is among the Elves in the early second age and Elrond is with him rather than published Silmarillion canon.  

"It is said by the Eldar that in water there lives yet the echo of the Music of the Ainur more than in any substance that is in this Earth; and many of the Children of Ilúvatar hearken still unsated to the voices of the Sea, and yet know not for what they listen."

Finrod writes of love and nightingales (until all he can hear is the sound of water flowing).

The door out of which Elves stepped into new life was a small one. It opened into a glade of grass and ferns and fragrant flowers. It swung open on silent hinges one quiet evening, when the sky in the west was purple and the sky in the east night-dark, and the stars burned bright overhead. A cricket hid in the grass and chirped. An owl swooped overhead on silent wings.

Celebrían has not been idle while waiting for Elrond to come west.

Maedhros and Maglor realise the price they have paid for the Silmarils.

"Ah!" The strange man peered more closely at them. "Elves coming east!" He seemed to find the idea funny, and sat down with them on the grass to laugh. "And what are your names, little elf children?"

Maglor has always talked in his sleep.

Young Artanis, Irissë, and Ambarussa were left to amuse themselves while their fathers were in a meeting at the palace. What could possibly go wrong?

Gildis hopes that Írimë will cheer her up.

(free space, sitcom bingo !)

During one of Númenor’s last years, Tar-Míriel makes a decision.

At a party, Maedhros meets Maglor’s (awful) artist friends and is quite shocked by their openly displayed brazenness.

– written for Fëanorian Week 2018

In the Halls of Awaiting, Fëanor and Fingolfin meet again in exceptional circumstances.

It's the festive season in Gondolin, and Voronwë finds himself intrigued by the Captain of the Guard of the Secret Way.

After the First Kinslaying, Maglor's wife ends up with a grim duty.

Has she been volunteered by others?

Or maybe she did choose it herself, after all?

In the confusion of the times, that may not be an easy distinction to make.

Regret is a riptide; it will drown those who stray into it.

After Elwing casts herself into the Sea, Maglor finds her sons.

Fingolfin questions prisoners. 

Fingolfin reads the thoughts of two prisoners to see who is telling the truth.

(reading 'Orcs' first would enrich this)

for the 'Sitcom' challenge "Sophisticated as hell."

During the Kinslaying at the Havens of Sirion, one of the Fëanorian soldiers makes a choice.

Betrayed by Feanor and his sons, Fingolfin's host must brave the Helcaraxë to travel from Valinor to Middle Earth. The Grinding Ice takes freely without anything being offered. It takes bodies and souls, smiles and warm feelings, it takes the last of their innocence, and their ability to forgive.

Hador and Gildis have their first row.

The story of the third companion of Finrod and Beren to die in the dungeons of Tol-in-Gaurhoth.

As the Ringbearers prepare to depart from Middle Earth, one last question still weighs on Elrond's mind. Gandalf is not sure how to answer it. Six thousand years ago at the Havens of Sirion, the twin sons of Feanor found an answer for themselves: one that spoke of little pity and of no hope at all.

Elrond is not willing to accept it, and Gandalf wonders.

Hador begs the forgiveness of Gildis.