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The Silmaril falls slowly, so slowly, as if taking its time to caress the weightlessness of Ulmo’s waters. Does it seek relief also, Maglor wonders, to be free at last of all the hands that lusted after its blessed shine?

Maglor casts his Silmaril into the Sea.
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The arrow shoots straight, but in the brief arc of its flight, it flexes ever this way and that, undulating in the air as if straining against the bonds of its mark. And yet what mark it finds, it finds, and strays not from its fate, and so do you, Túrin, in all your struggles, bend ever toward your doom.

Thrice would Beleg find Túrin in the wild unbidden. Beleg/Túrin.

In the early hours the half-built towers of Barad Eithel looked more like ruins than like the start of something new, ghostly in the mists that clung to the mountains and hovered in the hollows and valleys of Hithlum even under the noonday sun

Two snapshots. Osse and Uinen under the sea.

One late summer day, a postcard comes for Elrond in the mailbox. Elros intercepts.

One of the crebain drops out of the hunt for the Fellowship over Hollin.

Creatures of the Silmarillion: 6 perfect drabbles.

There's no dragon in their lands, but the commanders of Angband are playing the Lords of Aglon like a fiddle. Celegorm would rather fight a dragon than this. When it is distinctly not a dragon, well, that's when everything goes to hell.

Alternatively: Celegorm tries to lead their people to safety as the trauma of Dagor Bragollach wears upon Curufin.

Arafin seeks Elulindo's aid for a quest which will take them far to the south to waters filled with wonders he has never before seen.

In the face of dragon-fire and misery, Maedhros rides to the aid of his eldest younger brother. Eventually things are said but not discussed. If either is for the best is neither here nor there.

The Silmarillion says : "And it is told of Maglor that he could not endure the pain with which the Silmaril tormented him; and he cast it at last into the Sea, and thereafter he wandered ever upon the shores, singing in pain and regret beside the waves. For Maglor was mighty among the singers of old, named only after Daeron of Doriath; but he came never back among the people of the Elves."

So, what if Maglor had enough of the shores and just wandered the world?

Here is my take on Maglor living in France during the 1848 french revolution.

Caught in a storm, Minastir and his brother take refuge on an island. There, a young lighthouse keeper lives alone. She shares room and board and much more...

Nellas returns to the ruin of Doriath one last time.

Maedhros considers the role of sex and romance in his life and receives support from unexpected quarters.

As the Bragollach rages, Andreth waits.

Follow the blue roads of Arda.

Daeron, Beleg, and Mablung go to the Falas for pearls to take back to Thingol.

A riddle-sonnet contemplating the nature of that which, desperate, devours.

Young Elladan and Elrohir are at odds over something they read in a book. Glorfindel is called on to settle the matter.

It is the middle of the Second Age.
The Numenoreans, who always tended to think a little more highly of themselves than perhaps they deserved, have turned oppressive and grasping.
Inhabitants of coastal towns are always happy to see Numenorean ships approaching (not).

-Arda is filled with "brownies, fays, pixies, leprawns, and what else are they not called, for their number is very great"-
Little Denethor is playing by the river, when he happens to look up into the trees. And the trees look back.