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Haleth was told to stay out of the woods of Doriath. Haleth decided not to listen. Haleth finds herself in strange positions in the darkness of the woods...

Morwen makes a gift for her cousin Rían's upcoming birthday.

Brief scenes of the love between a Sindarin Elf of Nevrast and a Noldo follower of Turgon: meeting and parting in the midst of loss, betrayal, and war. (A double drabble poem and four ficlets.)

In Post-First Age Valinor, Finrod and Elwing create a new custom to share with one another, to keep them connected to their past and kin.

Across the ages, Elrond dreams.

The relationship between the Eldar of a young Beleriand and Elbereth's Stars.

Filk of Leonard Cohen's 'Hallelujah'

A musical/poetic exploration of the Fall of the Noldor - 'Noldolantë' - from the discord sewn by Melkor to Fëanor's death.

A translation of a description of a frieze in the antechamber of the Temple of Melkor at Armenelos by Lindir of Rivendell.

Maglor survives the tsunami that hit the coast of Middle-earth during the Fall of Numenor, in the company of a somewhat unexpected group of fellow survivors.

1. Ar-Pharazôn muses on progress and opportunity.

2. Curvo gives Tyelko a begetting day present.

3. Turgon misses Elenwë.

A snippet of life in early Numenor, in which Elros tries once again to persuade his brother to come see his new place.

Then he heard movement in the bushes. He tensed, hand going to the hilt of his knife, but the next sound to emerge was a small whimper. “Eluréd?” called Elurín from across the camp.
“One moment,” said Eluréd. He crept closer to the sound, and parted a few branches to find a bundle of blankets, tightly wrapped, and something squirming and crying inside them.
“What is it?” Elurín asked from behind him.
“A child.”

A lanterne poem, in response to January's formal challenge at the Tolkien Short Fanworks community on Dreamwidth.

Silver light poured through the windows, catching and refracting on the crystals hung about the room, twinkling like tiny stars. The court of Tirion was particularly splendid that evening, Indis thought as she sat upon the dais beside Finwë, watching the dancing. A rare event: all of their children and grandchildren were present, and even Fëanáro seemed to be in good spirits as he twirled about the floor with Ëarwen.

But still Indis felt uneasy.

Elwing lets the twins help her in the kitchen.

Celebrían takes Elrond to meet her friend the Riverdaughter, who has news for him about someone he thought lost.

A repository of extremely silly poetry, about our favorite extremely silly elves. (And other beings, on occasion.)

Boromir lives!

...but then what? What might one additional man desperate to return to the defense of his homeland accomplish after cheating death?

A jaunty (I lie, we go Angst, here) romp through canon-adjacency

The line of Dol Amroth have often given birth to dreamers, people who see things invisible to others - some claim it a curse, some a blessing carried by their ancient Elven blood.
Imrahil, fresh from the battle of the Pelennor, names it loss.
Or hope?

Fragmentary sections of two poems, dealing with the friendship of Fingon and Maedhros, and a brief scholarly introduction thereto. (AKA: a media fic of the most pretentious flavor.)

Ñolofinwë’s eldest has always been flighty. Early in the First Age, Findekáno disappears three ways.

Written for the fan_flashworks challenge “storm”.

A is for Aegnor who burned with his land.
B is for Barahir, robbed of his hand…

Maedhros cuts his hair off for the first time after Losgar, and never quite shakes the habit.

Or: Five hundred years of haircuts, give or take.

Idril loves Maeglin. He knows this is true, because she tells him it is. He loves her, too.

Edhellos has escaped, with a handful of others, from the battle in which her husband Angrod died. She has a request to make.