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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.

If I sing now, will you answer me?

Once childhood friends, now king and captain, Finrod and Edrahil mourn for what they lost in each other on the Helcaraxë.

A sonnet for Thingol and Melian

Little Luthien has a strange encounter one night.

For the first time since Finrod’s rebirth in Aman, he and Amarie are intimate.

Embittered by Aldarion's departure on a long overseas journey against her will, Erendis dismisses the pair of wonderful Elven-birds that were given to her by visitors from Tol Eressea during her honeymoon. The birds briefly visit Erendis's parents on their flight back to Tol Eressea, but will not let themselves be touched and afterwards, it seems, they are not seen or heard again in Numenor.

 "Sweet fools, fly away!" Erendis said. "This is no place for such joy as yours."

I have written a fix-it for the loss of the Elven-birds, sort of.

Tar-Vanimelde's last performance turns out more dramatic than her son expects.