New and Updated Writing

So, Curufin, son of Feanor, is conveniently walking around with a dwarf-made knife at his waist that just happens to be suitable for cutting a Silmaril out of Morgoth's iron crown and he just happens to give Beren enough provocation to rob him of his possessions, including the knife.
Here is a slightly AU gapfiller on the subject of the early history of Angrist, the knife that would cleave iron as if it were green wood.

Aragorn ascends Mount Mindolluin to fulfill his obligations as King for an ages old tradition. There he meets someone he does not expect and finds something he was not looking for.

Eärwen as a young maiden of the Swan-haven, surrounded and supported by family, and the intersection of song and spinning thread.

Gil-galad learns to face his destiny -- but he isn't alone. Written during Ardor in August 2015 for LuxaLucifer. 

Gil-galad and Celebrimbor have a great life together in Aman, until a certain person from the past shows up.

Glorfindel, reborn and sent to Middle-earth not so long ago, does not want to travel, particularly not to Lothlórien. But he finds the Golden Wood has much to offer to him.

Ships leave the port of Alqualondë for the shores of Middle-earth to begin the War of Wrath, and the niece of Olwë recounts her grief and cries for vengeance.

In dire straits in Araman, Aredhel and Elenwë struggle with more than just the cold.

During the Great Journey, on the bank of what will become known as the Anduin, Finwë, Míriel, and Indis marry.

Túrin goes down another path -- and changes everything for those he loves. Written for Rarepairs 2015. 

Finrod frets while helping the People of Bëor settle Estolad. He desires a safe home for his new friends (and some elves are safer neighbors than others).

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

During the War of Wrath, one of the survivors of the people of Bór must deal with the enemy who occupy Dor-lómin. Another peak into the fates of some overlooked Easterlings.

Yet again Bledda has an unexpected encounter.

I'm a bit embarrassed by this story now, but I thought I'd share it with you all anyway. I only got three chapters into it, but I don't think I'm likely to update it. It crosses over with Narnia, and follows Omega. You really have to read Omega before starting this one.

NEW: Major revisions being made. This story is meing re-written to make it consistent with Avenger of Blood.

After the first battle of Beleriand, more unexpected tragedy strikes in the heart of Menegroth, and a Girdle must be raised.

A fanfic of elfscribe's "Elegy to Numenor" in which Sauron, recently taken prisoner by Ar-Pharazon, puts terrifying visions into the minds of his guards. (He's being a jerk because he's bored.)

Vairë the Weaver had several tapestry projects going at once, and Míriel Serindë disappeared from them all at the same time.

She is just a servant, and her lover can't be a thrall - for why would Morgoth want such an unimportant person as one?

This was supposed to be a birth, and Denethor’s wife is dying.

And from this, he wonders if he cursed his family for the remaining ages of the world.

Celegorm knows the Sinda has no real power to do anything to them.

If it wasn't for his brothers trembling next to him, and the Sinda smirking, he would be utterly convince this was a dream. Afterall, that made more sense than a Sinda somehow dragging their souls along with his to this cursed place.

Mild violence warning for mention (and description) of future Silm events.

Of the People of Bór in the aftermath of the Fifth Battle, for the side that lost the Nirnaeth Arnoediad was comprised of more than just the elves and Edain.

Of the Easterlings, both the family of the sons of Bór left defenseless after defeat and the incomplete victory of the followers of Ulfang.

Of an old woman who must save who she can and face more than a few unwelcoming receptions.

A short vacation is saved by Erestor’s inventive mind.

Elrond, and a quiet night at the conclusion of the War of Wrath.

Aranwë paints a significant scene in the history of the Noldor.

I write you this letter in hopes that I have not forgotten the words to do so.