New and Updated Writing

Lindir is too good at music to be a nobody and young Arwen has a confused Lúthien complex. Crackship treated seriously.

Finrod's first kiss and what Amarië thinks about it.

A short crime-story that is a direct continuation of a Drabble written for B2MEM (Match).

Detective Aredhel and her second-in-command Haleth find the burned corpse of a boy. They now have to investigate men they had thought firmly and safely relegated to the past. 

Can they be guilty of a crime so heinous? Why won't anybody in that dark, foreboding house cooperate when the women clearly toil to save their reputations and lives?

Celebrimbor and Annatar are ready to eject Galadriel from their city. But they get distracted, and Galadriel takes advantage.

Celebrían takes a no-nonsense approach when she learns of the danger Celebrimbor is in. Under her leadership - and brooking no opposition, especially not from Celebrimbor himself - she forms an alliance of elves, dwarves, and men to confront Sauron before he reaches Ost-in-Edhil.

Irissë crosses the ice, loses a sister and a brother, and battles her way towards a reunion with the cousin who deserted her.

Angband is not what Maedhros expected.

In which Mairon uses charm to get what he wants, Maedhros learns a great deal about the Enemy, Melkor eventually loses his patience, and Fingon is vailant.

(mostly featuring Maedhros & Sauron, but with Melkor/Mairon and Maedhros/Fingon as well)

Ficlets exploring the brotherly bond and dynamics of Finrod and Aegnor, and the beginnings of the lifelong friendship of Aegnor and Fingon.

Turin, just after killing Beleg, sinks into despair.

Two artifacts from the Minas Tirith Museum of Art's Beleriandic collection.

A Gondorian academic in the Fourth Age explores the development of a solar calendar system among the Noldor in Beleriand.

And it came to pass, while the wood of Nimloth burned, that Tar-Míriel – who had ever loved the night-blossoming Tree – slipped from the palace, and came in secret to the westward shore.

Prompt from @melestasflight: Idril and "shadows of things that were yet to be"

As the bells began to ring alarms at another five black-sailed Corsair ships hoving into view, Ulloth’s mind and pen alighted upon the pelargoloth, her namesake, the common and beloved flower of the city’s balconies and courtyards, just opening its scarlet petals with the dawn of the the Second Siege of Pelargir.

As they prepare for a grand celebration, memories of the past return to haunt Gondolin’s royal family.

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@gondolinweek Day 1: Feast - Idril, Eärendil, Turgon

A Noldorin academic may express her opinions quite forcefully, sometimes.
Tatiel already had a bit of a reputation, even before the Darkening, and she is not cowed.

Stringed instruments require stringing.
Maglor has used many sets of strings.

The usurper Tar-Anducal has closed the theatre in Armenelos that his deceased wife, Tar-Vanimelde, so loved.
The group of dancers that conspired with her against his usurpation have been touring everywhere except in the capital, hoping not to draw his notice.
Are their fortunes about to change?

Nolofinwë did not want to be here.

If he could have been anywhere else in the world, he would have fled there at this moment.

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Fingolfin and Feanor's complicated relationship in four scenes.

This is the tale of Ser Galadriel, the Lady of Light, one of the mightiest that dwelt in that great realm, and how she became one of the most fearsome sorceresses known to elvenkind.
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Gawain and the Green Knight retelling, in which Ser Artanis learns a lot about herself.

'There fell Mablung of the Heavy Hand before the doors of the treasury wherein lay the Nauglamír; and the Silmaril was taken.' (The Silmarillion, Ch. 22 'Of the Ruin of Doriath')

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The death of Mablung of Doriath.

The Void welcomes Mairon the Admirable, at the end of all things.

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A little drabble I wrote for @angbangweek Day 4: The Void.

“You were looking for me?” She arched an eyebrow as she leant back against him, enjoying the solid warmth of his chest.

“I always am.” Tuor’s chuckle reverberated through his chest and through her.

Idril sighed.

 

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Tuor makes sure Idril relaxes.