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Whither away to the stars, my love

"[Yavanna] is the lover of all things that grow in the earth, and all their countless forms she holds in her mind, from the trees like towers in forests long ago to the moss upon stones or the small and secret things in the mould." ~ Valaquenta

A philosophical question on the nature of decoration, raised at a celebration of the Spring Equinox in Nargothrond, in the years of (relative) peace.

A poem for November: on the struggle and against the long defeat.

A smal chant made up by the schoolboys of Minas Tirith to help remember the Quenya names of the tengwar. In it the high and the low, the funny and the grave are strangely mixed, as it is pieced together from trivia of the Elder Days and notions relating to the then recent events of the War of the Ring

Fingon the legend juxtaposed with Fingon the person.

Elegy on the fate of Boromir, the eleventh Ruling Steward of Gondor, son of Denethor I., after whom Boromir, son of Denethor II, was named.

After his successful theft of the Silmarils, Melkor is in a very good mood.

A calm evening at Meduseld. This is my attempt at the Byr a Thoddaid form.

Written for B2MeM 2019

A collection of my Back to Middle-earth Month stories. Each chapter is a different year.

2019: Maglor visits Elrond after Gil-galad's death. Triple drabble.

(Sonnet) After Thingol’s death, Melian reflects on their life together and what happens next.

Written for B2MeM 2019 and SWG Challenge Love Actually.

Maeglin’s point of view after his betrayal and before his death.

cheesy ode for the cheese course of Holiday Feast.

During her forced marriage to Brodda, Aerin is consoled by the presence of Rían’s ghost. (Two versions of the story: chapter 1 in prose and chapter 2 in alliterative verse.)

A series of poems written by Ninnachel, mostly dealing with love and war.

The great Dwarvish smith Telchar makes the knife Angrist for Curufin, and Curufin contemplates the new weapon. (Alliterative verse.)

As evening falls, Tar-Míriel's faithful handmaiden awaits her return in her chambers. (Sapphic verse. Tar-Míriel/OFC.)

There are some elves out there who still need to find their way home: Maglor, Daeron, Mithrellas.

Somehow, they will.

Luthien casts her songspell over Morgoth. 

Life is too short for some kind of contests.

Maybe it's possible to love one thing without knocking the alternative.

(Especially if both of them happen to be fictional, in any case.)

Free verse (pretty much extra free)

In the last hour of Númenor, Tar-Míriel attempts to gain ground with a final prayer.

A bittersweet Nerdanel/Nienna poem.

Glamdring lives in Gondolin, throughout the years and to it's fall.

Poem.

A poem/song about the stars, and the Great Journey.

Terza Rima.

For B2MEM 2018 using the prompt,"By the starlit mere of Cuiviénen, Water of Awakening, they rose from the sleep of Ilúvatar; and while they dwelt yet silent by Cuiviénen their eyes beheld first of all things the stars of heaven." (The Silmarillion, "Of the Coming of the Elves and the Captivity of Melkor, Tolkien.)

Andreth, called Saelind by the Elves, had her heart broken by Aegnor...

...but Aegnor was no less wounded by his actions. He poured out his heart to his beloved twin, Nerwen, just before flame engulfed Dorthonion...

...and later, remembering his death, he relates his last moments to Findis.