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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.

A collection of Elleth's 2012 B2MeM Bingo fics. Individual summaries (and warnings, if necessary) are provided in the chapter notes.

Idhreniel shares the secret of the stars beyond Varda's creation, and recounts some of the fallen.

 If there’s one family you don’t want to marry into, it’s this one...

It may seem that Kanafinwë Macalaurë was never one to follow in the footsteps of his father. Yet he is bound to his father just like his brothers: not only because of fate, but also out of love.

The evil servants of Celegorm reflect on their deeds at Doriath.

Gimli feels homesick after leaving Middle Earth with Legolas. He misses simple things like speaking Dwarvish and discussing cave delving. An expedition with Galadriel and Legolas might bring him the solace he seeks. 

To go into the West, Eärendil and Elwing must lose everything.

Gelmir, on his way to the incident that shall spark the Nirnaeth Arnoediad, reflects on the circumstances that brought him to this point. 

How if Melkor got another undesired visitor aside from Beren and Luthien? How if the strange “creature” was even more undesirable than the former lord of Dorthonion and the daughter of pitiful Melyanna?

There was always a first time for everything and everyone. Kía of Belegost and her special orange cloth and the smell of orcs in the air, for instance.