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Gil-galad comes face to face with Sauron.

Findis watches, entranced, as he takes up his tools and begins a new carving, taking a shapeless lump of wood and turning it into a leaping hound before her eyes.

Sometimes you just need a little help with a code from the author, even if you've been working with it for decades. If only they would answer their dang phone!
So, instead Maeglin calls an old friend, hears an amusing anecdote and passes on a message.
It's all in a day's work.
Except for the autopilot. That took a lot longer.

Elros befriends some gulls

Welcome to Eryn Lasgalen, the only space station with trees.
Yes, you heard that right. Actual, real life, full-sized trees.
Not the tiny shrubs they have over on Balar.
They may not quite reach the glory of the forests of old Doriath (before it all burned, of course), but what truly can?
Join Thranduil's spouse Alcarinna for a walk in the woods as she contemplates the past, meet Oropher and his husband, Ethuilass, newly returned from their diplomatic mission and despair with Legolas' older brother, Beriathal, and Tauriel over younger siblings who cannot stay in the same spot for longer than a minute, dammit!

Celebrimbor has a conversation with his cousin and ponders the future of his estranged father and uncles.

Written for Tolkien Gen Week on Tumblr (prompt: family). Part of my Woman King AU.

Before the Fall of Eregion, a minstrel who once was taught by Maglor is asked to revive a performance of his songs in the Hall of the Jewel-smiths in the presence of Celebrimbor.

Rain reminds Gil-galad of his childhood in Hithlum.

While the arrow flies: that's the arrow in "speed now this feathered shaft".
What to do in the time we have?
Especially if the eagle never comes.

Selections from the latest edition of the Angband Poets' Society magazine.

What's that, you say? You didn't realize Angband had a poets' society? Well, now you know.

Five times Daeron meets Maglor by accident, plus one time it happens on purpose.

A recipe from Finrod's cookbook "From the Pans of Beleriand".

Present day. Daeron has a boring office job, Maglor works for a children’s theatre school. They read dirty slash about themselves. Rated for the dirty slash.

“Forgive me,” Finrod muses, the ends of his lips twitching up in a teasing smile as he ties a delicately embroidered burgundy sash around Maglor’s waist, “I had forgotten that you only hang out with me for the fashion advice. No other reason.” 

Years of the Trees Gen Slice of LIfe fic

Fingon visits Maedhros before the Third Kinslaying. Is he a dream, or is he a ghost?

A fixed-length ficlet.

An elven conspiracy theorist discovers the truth about Gil-galad's parentage. The results of their inquiry are here written in verse.

Sacrifices must be made, but there seems to be some lingering disagreement on exactly who it is that is going to be making them.

Love endures, and nothing is truly forgotten if even one person remembers it. A triple drabble.

Feanor has a proposal for Nerdanel.

An encounter far in the East.
One of the Kine of Araw responds to Daeron's music.

FIRST NOTICE: Library records show the following item(s) overdue. Please return or renew them as soon as possible to avoid further charges. Note that late fees for Dark Lords accrue at the rate of one (1) Silmaril per day.

Fëanor starts a library in Mandos. The question of the day: Which member of the Arda Evil League of Evil borrowed Twilight and forgot to return it?

A wandering storyteller meets with a group of cowboys and tells his family's history around a fire; the mysterious Center (of the system of messages, perhaps) features prominently.

For the "Western" prompt of the Also Appearing challenge with a slight admixture of something akin to "uranium mine" or perhaps "pyramids"

Thou shalt lead and I will follow. Saying those words, Nolofinwë had not guessed that his brother would lead him all the way to Antarctica.