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“Let us not perish here in the long darkness,” Balan said softly, crossing back to take one of the waiting wreaths and set it upon his own brow, “these creatures you chose to form. Remember us, here in our frailty.”

It is Yuletide. The Atani and Finrod celebrate throughout the night as they stay awake to greet the dawn after the Longest Night. Balan's people settle into Estolad, Atani traditions abound, and Finrod faces some memories.

Finduilas had never thought she had been saved for a reason, until she found the woman in the river.

4 women, 4 story cycles, 400 words each.

Snapshots from the lives of four incredible women in Tolkien.

Míriel Þerindë was one of a kind.

The roles of youth and age trade places. 

Finduilas may be one of the few among the Eldar of Nargothrond who can understand the changes which age brings to Bëor.

Andreth prepares for the approach of midwinter, while Aegnor seeks to right a choice from long ago, before it is too late.

Beautiful hair is considered a desirable trait among Elves, whether on the head--or elsewhere.

Aerin is taken to wife by Brodda.

Ioreth has to endure some of the physical drawbacks of advanced age, but there are also people who accord her the kindness and respect she deserves.

A triple drabble - and a brief history - of an old orc.

Glorfindel returns to Middle-earth as emissary of the Valar and shares their warning of the growing darkness with the High King Gil-galad, confirming a doom long feared: Sauron has returned.

As Luthien prepares to surrender to old age, she is visited by a long-lost friend.

Fleeing the fall of Doriath, Oropher is called into the kingship of the Greenwood.

Pressure builds deep in Thangorodrim — a cheesy PWP drabble for the Cheesy Corn Chips Challenge.

After the Midsummer celebration Fingon who had had too much wine talks with Maedhros, who is far too amused 

This story is just a really flully idea that has come to my mind that I have done my best to write today, it was not beta read so please excuse eventual grammar mistakes :)

Miriel embroidered a scarf for Indis.
Indis kept it...

Turgon's city is still just a dream. It will take good planning and hard work to make his vision a reality.

Maglor, wandering, fetches up in England, thinks about nightingales, but does some singing himself.

Elladan and Elrohir are born at twilight in summer.

Indis of the Vanyar, queen of the Noldor and a singer, discusses cultural differences with her step-grandson Maglor, the musician.

It was a custom done in scorn of death, Balan would tell Finrod later that night as they sat beside the fire in the hush of the midnight watch. He might come ever ravening among them, but they would scorn his maw. Even in their rotting they would lay claim to life.

Balan's people are on the road to Estolad. Finrod begins to suspect his own feelings, there is danger on the road, and we witness Atani burial rituals.

In that moment he envied for the first time the mortality of Men. He coveted a death that came upon you softly, death that whispered and held out a hand and let you slip into his arms in sleep. Death that passed his fingers over your eyes and left a visage in peace. Balan’s death.

It's the Fen of Serech, more or less. An oath for an oath, blood for blood.

Finrod felt the other’s panic strike his perception like a blow and was running even before Balan’s cry reached his ear. In a glance, his eyes took in the scene before him: the camp in sudden stillness, one of the Laiquendi staggering through the clearing, a limp body slung in his arms, Balan and Baran sprinting toward him.

It was Belen in his arms.

The Edain and the Laiquendi cross paths in the woods of Ossiriand and are faced with immediate conflict. Finrod and Estreth work to heal the damage, Balan (Bëor) tries to learn the communication of thought, and the Edain choose where their loyalty will abide.