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“Oh,” Elwing said faintly. She felt the need to sit down, but locked her knees against it. “Then—have they been released from Mandos, my lord? I had not heard that you came in person to deliver such news.”

“They have not, not yet,” said Námo, and to Elwing’s surprise his mouth softened into a small smile, there and gone again in the blink of an eye. “Your brothers are still very young; Mandos is not a place for children to grow. They are ready to return to the world, but unlike most others who pass through my halls they cannot make the journey across Valinor alone. Come to the gates of my halls with all swiftness, and you will find your brothers there.” He inclined his head, and was gone.

Andreth opens up to Aegnor, sharing something of her people and their past.

Fingon rescues Maedhros from Thangorodrim.

At the time of the Darkening, widowed Indis, having left Tirion, asks her daughter Findis to accompany her to Valmar. 

Lalwen's last stand and her defiance.

The historian Pengolodh, faced with the destruction of his city, rescues what he holds most dear.

There may be an afterlife, but there is no final version of the Silmarillion.

Neither its in-universe author nor its IRL author are the kind of writers that just finish a work and then move on...

Maedhros gets a reward for a job well done.

Andreth should hate him, and yet they end up in each other's arms once again.

Maglor receives treatment for his shortcomings.

Thuringwethil expected she had signed her doom when she let the princess of Doriath go free. But she may have saved herself in the process.

Amarie would appreciate Finrod being less of a distraction. At least he's willing to help fix the problem he caused.

Maglor encounters Maedhros in an unexpected place. His explanations are not satisfactory.

Anaire forgives Fingolfin in pieces.

Since the debacle of Master Baggins and his companions’ first stay at the Prancing Pony, Barliman had been less quick to invite strangers out to the common room. But everyone loved a good song and a bit of news, and he said so as he left the room. “You’d be right welcome if you wanted to join us,” he added.

They would all suffer for this. But at least the elf was gone.

If only that had been true.

 

(Beleg and Andróg deal with feelings. Badly.)

Reborn in Valinor, Glorfindel prepares for a momentous decision with the support of an old friend.

(For hennethgalad.)

Before there was anything, there was Nothing.

...

He remembered this. The memory of Nothing had faded, lost, but the impression of starlight through his eyelids and the dazzling shine when he opened his eyes was unforgettable. It was Him, now, though he would not choose a name for many years. He knew who he was, but he did not have the words for it yet.

“Now, my lord, you must keep still.”

Melkor was not entirely certain how he had gotten himself into this situation. No, that was not true. He knew what he had said; he had complained to Mairon of some inconsequential matter, and the Lieutenant had responded sharply that he needed to learn some patience. And of course, he had not been able to hold his tongue, and he had demanded that Mairon teach him.

(Tolkien Secret Santa Advent (NSFW) Calendar Day 19: Wax Play)

"You look admirable indeed like this, Zigûr."

Mairon goes to great lengths to get on the King's good side.

(Tolkien Secret Santa Advent (NSFW) Calendar Day 22: Ice Cubes)

Melimo, Fingon’s architect, defending the fortress he built against overwhelming force, after the Nirnaeth Arnoediad.

Annatar sets up a meeting with Telperinquar and it goes much better than he expected.

For Sally_the_Sunflower.

This was why he hated riding; most of the time it was dull and soggy and messy. Though he did have a nice view of Glorfindel’s hair, the waves of Valinorean gold tumbling down his back. Glorfindel almost never wore it up - at most, Erestor had seen the front sections adorned and braided for special occasions. Erestor didn’t know how he coped; his own hair constantly got in his way.

Erestor’s mind drifted. Glorfindel’s hair was like silk over his skin, brushing against him when he leaned over Erestor, smooth and soft and…

For platinum_firebird for My Slashy Valentine 2022