New and Updated Writing

Fingon and Maedhros and the bittersweet taste of love.

Finrod is not the only Arafinwean with very sharp teeth. A little Galadriel for Finwean Ladies Week 2023.

Rather than killing him, Dior curses Celegorm with his dying breath. Someone that Celegorm once helped helps him a little in turn.

Fëanáro era Rey. Nolofinwë lo había aceptado mucho antes del asesinato de su padre. 

Elwing is dead, but she will not let Maglor alone, no matter how he pleads.

Tirion's masked ball offers decadent delights, mistaken identities, insatiable yearnings, and inescapable philanderings.

For a "trick or treat" 3-setence story prompt on tumblr.  Thank you to shrikeseams for the request.

Finduilas has accompanied Finrod on a visit to Doriath, but she is soon drawn out into the forest to explore the land of hidden enchantments.

Elrond took his library with him to Valinor. In that archive are many things, and the librarians and archivists of Cîr Imladris (New Rivendell) are kept delightfully busy.

A visit to Himring, castle in the snow.

Small pieces of the Silm told through documents from Doriath.

11 Drabbles for the Experimental Challenge.

• Melkor x Fluithuin
• Maglor x Daeron
• Mairon & Melian
• Eönwë x Arien
• Galadriel x Luthien
• Mairon x Arien
• Sons of Fëanor
• Maedhros x Mairon
• Fëanor & Nolofinwë
• Maiar of Ulmo
• Aulë & Tevildo

The first and last time Turgon sees Aredhel

During a ball in Ingwion's manor, Turukáno meets the most beautiful woman he has ever seen.

A new beginning cannot erase the past, but it can soften the blow.

A conversation between Tuor and Idril concerning their plans for escape from Gondolin.

An attempt at a sonnet for the Experimental challenge.

Thranduil returns to Greenwood the Great, with a diminished army and without Oropher.

Fingon comes to Nevrast and finds it empty.

Anairë, newly come to Tirion, gets her first look at Prince Nolofinwë.

Short extracts from Pallando's notebook, mirroring encounters of the Blue Wizards in the East.

“Well, Sam,” said Frodo one sunny afternoon as they sat together in the garden, “what do you think of Elves, now that you have seen Elvenhome?” He spoke with a smile, and both of them remembered the times before that he had asked the question—after first meeting Gildor and his party and spending the night with them at Woody End, and later at Rivendell, and later still as their sojourn in Lothlórien came to an end. It was practically tradition.

A haiku about Thuringwethil and Tilion. (I added a photo.)

Over the course of their friendship, Arador and Belladonna write many letters to each other.

Here are two of them.