New and Updated Writing

Caranthir is offered a chance to read an unpublished diary entry. It’s a copy of a recently discovered ancient manuscript apparently written by Haleth the Hunter. It’s a follow-up to my previous story The Manly-hearted Woman, but can be read independently of that one. It is also an entry in the SWG Challenge Just an Old-Fashioned Love Song. (“...use a popular love song as a prompt to inspire a fanwork about romantic or sexual love. You will choose your own prompt from the list of love songs below.” I chose "Unchained Melody" by the Righteous Brothers: video | lyrics).

In part one, the crew of Eärendil were sent back to Beleriand from Valinor in a new ship.  

 In this part, the wind changes for the Ainumanä and the crew meet some strangers.  

At the top of Elwing's white tower.

Earendil has landed, back from traversing the pathless sky, and Elwing has flown to meet him.

A series of drabbles, some humorous, other not so much, centered on the Sindar (because they deserve all the praise).

Brand new one, written for the challenge Just an Old-Fashioned Love Song!

“You come all the way to Belegost to see the Lord of Himring?”

“Yes,” says Amlach.

“I hope you’re not here to impart a message of doom upon him—a memorandum that one of his brothers has died, a notice that the Dark One has broken the Siege, something like that.”

A young Vanyarin poet makes some clever observations, the relevance of which only grows apparent in good time.
Inspired by Oshun's character biography of Barahir, and written for the "New Directions" challenge... and a different character altogether.

After the Fall of Gondolin, Maeglin's more than a little broken. Is there any hope for him?

Word of the coronation of Fingon's child reaches the Sons of Fëanor, and Maedhros is shaken by a realization about himself.

The siege has just been broken and Curufin must deal with a certain amount of contradicting feelings and fears.

The sun’s dying rays faded over Doriath for the first time, and Lúthien looked at Nimloth. 

Nellas meets the River-daughter.

"But Lúthien came to the halls of Mandos, where are the appointed places of the Eldalië, beyond the mansions of the West upon the confines of the world. There those that wait sit in the shadow of their thought. But her beauty was more than their beauty, and her sorrow deeper than their sorrows; and she knelt before Mandos and sang to him..."

After the fall of Doriath, Nellas seeks a new land to call home.

This is a story of Haleth. The challenge it meets requires that one write a story based upon one of the SWG bios about a character one has never written before. I owe many writers for my inspiration, but mainly those who have written Caranthir/Haleth stories I have read and enjoyed over the long years I have been reading Silmarillion fanfiction. I did write the original SWG bio of Haleth, but I wrote it so many years ago that I thought someone else might have written it, until I opened it to consult it for source material (it’s definitely one of mine). This is a story complete in itself, but I do reserve the right to add an epilogue.

And once again, I must thank IgnobleBard for his Beta read at the last minute!

Erellont is young when Finrod leaves, and his uncle goes with him. 

Six moments in the life of Huor son of Galdor

Two vignettes featuring the parents of Voronwe of Gondolin.

Inspired by Oshun's bio of Voronwe's father Aranwe, which is here.

"She whom he had loved was Amárië of the Vanyar, and she was not permitted to go with him into exile." 

A quiet night at home for Arien, Bearer of the Sun.

Tuor and Veronwë reach the old road, and find Orcs block the way.

After far too long, Annael of the Grey-elves reunites with one he thought lost.

While dancing at night in the woods, Lúthien meets a shadowy stranger. (Lúthien/Thuringwethil)

The friends of Eärendil, returning from Valinor.

With a surprise visitor.

Varda's handmaiden and Sauron's messenger encounter each other in the night. (Ilmarë/Thuringwethil)

Elrond, having arrived in Valinor at the end of the Third Age, goes to meet his mother, Elwing. Taking Maglor with him.

“Hmph. I suppose we can’t have him being beaten bloody on my doorstep.” Elwing said, unenthusiastically “Or killing someone.” Apparently Maglor was considered a random killer, like a biting dog. “Come in then, if you must.”