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“Your safety is assured,” the Maia said. “They will not be allowed to do you any harm.”

Of course, that made it impossible to refuse. Fingon gave the Maia his best incredulous expression. “I have fought dragons and Balrogs. I think I can handle a cousin and an uncle. Lead the way.”

A series of extracts from the Mandos Messaging Service.

Maeglin realizes that during his visits to the dwarves he felt less of a stranger than during his time in Gondolin.

A tragic poem for each tragic son of Fëanor - their glorious rise and disasterous fall. Fëanorian week 2017.

Thingol bargains for a necklace, the dwarves make a crown to scare dragons, and Narvi decides to make up for Celebrimbor's failings.

Three linked drabbles.

Lúthien dies, but on her own terms.

The relationship between Celeborn and Thranduil, the engagement of Celeborn and Galadriel. 

A story for Feanorian week. One chapter for each brother. Based on the seven deadly sins and the seven virtues.

I am an unapologetic fan of the sons of Fëanor. I find them (and their parents and extended family) to be the most fascinating, complex and morally ambiguous characters in Tolkien's writings. 

I usually tend to view and write them in a positive, redemptive light. This was an attempt for me to write a darker or less appealing side of them. Of course, being me, I had to counter each negative I wrote with its opposing positive.

Vignettes from the relationship of Fëanor and Nerdanel, from beginning to parting.

Written for B2MEM 2017 and the March Strength and Beauty challenge: loosely linked tales of Galadriel's welcome in Alqualonde at the end of the Third Age.

Idril remembers, as she walks on the shore of Alqualonde.

Some time after Idril greeted Galadriel at the quay (see "Itarilde and Tani"), they, Elwing, and Nimloth get together for a good catch-up. They don't intend to run into Galadriel's uncles (and aunt) at the tavern...Lindar s the term the Teleri use for themselves.

What Elwing seeks at the end of their long ocean voyage.

A family meal in the last days of the First Age.

After being re-embodied in Aman, a Noldorin exile is faced with a difficult question.

Could Amras, son of Feanor, and Haldar, Haleth's brother, have met? 

I think they could--well, in my 'verse, at any rate.

Another glimpse of the early history of the Haladin, also featuring a very young Haleth. 

Written both for the "Strength and Beauty" challenge at SWG and for the Ambarussa day of Feanorian Week (Tumblr), although it features only Amras.

While living in Dorwinion, Maglor receives help in making a life-changing decision.

The tenuous relationship between the King and the Elendili is coming to its breaking point. When Isildur steals the fruit of Nimloth, what follows brings the already-heavy boot of tyranny down harder upon the Faithful - especially the gifted healer, Nilûphel.

They say Tyelkormo's first love was the forests and wild places. As ever, 'they' are wrong.

Caranthir does not trust easily and does not love easily, but Haleth told him in a different world they would be perfect.

7 related drabbles.

Fëanor feels sorry for himself. (Artwork with short, short story.)

B2MeM 2017 Prompt: Blue Path, Artwork, Realistic; also Tumblr Feanorian Week (Caranthir)
 

This is an micro-essay and a banner created as an extended introduction to a fic-rec list pulled together to celebrate Maglor’s Day on the Fëanorian Week celebration on Tumblr and initially inspired by the SWG Strength and Beauty March 2017 challenge.

Varda has not forgotten Middle-earth.

Findekáno thinks Maitimo is beautiful, through life and into death, though not always how others think of it.

7 connected drabbles.

"Real strength never impairs beauty or harmony,
but it often bestows it; and in everything imposingly beautiful,
strength has much to do with the magic."  ~Herman Melville, Moby Dick

SWG March 2017 Strength and Beauty Challenge
B2MeM 2017 (blue path/artwork/secondary colors/Tolkien quote)
Fëanorian Week Tumblr 2017 - Day 1- Maedhros - > Adjusting/Coping, Beauty

Finrod is inspired to make a ring.

Celebrimbor takes refuge in memory. (Finding out wherever there is comfort there is pain, only one step away . . .)