New and Updated Writing

Maedhros and Fingon have a distinctly unromantic conversation.

Regarding the siege of Utumno by Valinor, as seen from various characters’ viewpoints.  
(Very well.  As seen mostly from the dark vantage.  It’s me we’re talking about here..)
Assembled responses to Tolkien Weekly’s “Natural Disasters” drabble challenge (Apr-May 2012).

Melkor engages in dialogues with friend and foe (all right, mostly foe) long before the light of the Trees. Assembled responses to Tolkien Weekly’s “Transactions” drabble challenge (Jan-Feb 2012).

Maedhros/Fingon. A supernatural double drabble. Warnings for slash and canon character death.

A series of fanfiction involving Amras and the elements.

What happened to the spirit of Maedhros when he died?

The kinslaying at Doriath from different perspectives. After the battle, two children are lost, two hearts are broken, two people are at fault.

Maglor has his sources.

Gandalf tells some important friends about the Stewards of Gondor and the fate of a miserable Stoor.

A cloak of hunter green is given to a young Silvan girl.  I wanted to write a light-hearted romp through the Greenwood.  My muse did not cooperate.

A very long time before Master Samwise, hithlain rope already had its fans.

Maglor is in the British trenches in WW1, and he gets to meet a certain young officer with a liking for ancient mythology.

A young Noldorin warrior is the first to encounter Orcs on the shores of Drengist. Maedhros gives him a sword made by Feanor as a gift, and finds, much to his dismay, that even his superb fencing skills do not protect him from sheer unpredictability.

Choices define us. Choices define history.

They were all children once, and played as children do. Cousins played games with cousins without the undercurrents of discontent between their fathers ruining the golden days spent in their grandfather's garden. There were secrets, though, even then but they did not care about them.

Of course those days are as dead as that much beloved grandfather and Finrod barely thinks of the time he was little Finda in a child's frock, clinging to Tyelkormo's skirt with Carnistir's hand stuck to his, as they braved the "wilderness" of Míriel's garden.

It seems though that there are some final lessons to be learnt, some final games to be played and a secret or two to discover that should have been left alone. 

In Nargothrond Finrod Felagund is both the unwitting architect and witness to the final, dying gasp of Fëanorian innocence.

In 2509, Celebrían wife of Elrond was journeying to Lórien... the rest, everyone knows. But this isn't about her. Not really. What remains for the bereaved but need and anger?

A conversation between Fingon and Maedhros, after Finrod’s death.

The life of the last High King of the Noldor.

Three poems written about the Sons of Feanor for Poetic Forms prompts during B2MeM 2012, now posted here for (American) National Poetry Month.

"Utulie n'aure": Maedhros on the Nirnaeth and the death of Fingon (sonnet).

Also a haiku (Maglor) and a tanka (Maedhros to Elwing).

The armies of the Last Alliance gather in Rivendell to prepare for their assault on Mordor. Elrond worries, Oropher weasels, and nothing goes according to plan.

Chapter 1: Gil-galad and Elrond enlist the help of Erestor to out-weasel Oropher, who, despite having only arrived in Rivendell a few hours earlier, has already overstayed his welcome.

For B2MEM2012 I wrote many pieces for two Maglor in History Cards, per request of Keiliss. Join me on a travel through time to see how he would have viewed events that were prompted on these two bingo cards.

Nerdanel is plagued by a nightmare, can Irmo’s wisdom shed a light on it?

The story of Fingon

When the Great Plague reaches Dol Guldur, Sauron thinks he can't catch it. He is wrong.

The ice of the Helcaraxe grants no mercy. Aredhel refuses to let Turgon drown in sorrow after Elenwe dies. But it is hard for Aredhel to give comfort when she is avoiding her own grief.