New and Updated Writing

Ulfang's daughters(in-law) seek aid in the aftermath. Reckoning with their own grief and choices (or lack thereof) they navigate Angband, the nightmare they grew up with, now the only place they can turn for help.

It's all fun and games (until someone gets hurt...)

Drabbles written for the Holiday Party Instadrabbling, Never Have I Ever and Truth or Dare prompts.

What happened to Maglor after he cast the Silmaril into the sea? Modern setting AU with Maglor in our times, after ages of wandering the earth.

Happy New Year 1230 S.A.! At the New Year’s party, Celebrimbor and Annatar are intoxicated with each other, among other things.

Written for SWG Challenge Holiday Party. Prompt: A Long-Expected Party.

First Age 122: in the foothills of the Orocani Mountains—west of Hildórien and far, far east of Beleriand
A little girl discovers a little of her own magic.

(The second in my Hildórien to Beleriand series exploring the early life of the Edain ancestors.)

circa FA50, Lórien, Aman
A half-baked pseudo-philosophical conversation between Ulmo and Irmo on Life, the Universe, and the reliability of dreams as a form of Unbiased Communication in aiding the Secondborn Children of Eru.

As the Last Alliance marches east through desolation, Oropher learns of what befell the Entwives.

Elendil and his wife ruminate on the fragile space between what is seen and what is true, as Númenor slips silently into shadow.

In which a certain silver-tongued prisoner worms his way into Ar-Pharazôn's mind.

In which the winds of change are sweeping through Númenor, and Míriel does her best to stand steady in the storm.

Elendur awakes one morning as the Alliance prepares to march for Mordor.

A riddle in stave form, written for the SWG Holiday Party challenge, Dec 5, Riddles.

Maeglin fears the worst, when he runs into Rog, but the meeting goes better than he could ever have hoped. Rog encourages him to go to one of the parties of the Angband-Elves Ecthelion hosts.

Laiglas sees a stranger looking indesicively at Ecthelion's house and goes to help him make up his mind.

"But when Estel was only twenty years of age, it chanced that he returned to Rivendell after great deeds in the company of the sons of Elrond; and Elrond looked at him and was pleased, for he saw that he was fair and noble and was early come to manhood, though he would yet become greater in body and in mind. That day therefore Elrond called him by his true name, and told him who he was and whose son; and he delivered to him the heirlooms of his house."

The story of how Estel became Aragorn.

It's the day before midwinter, and Elrohir and Glorfindel are training for the great Turuhalmë tournament. Five year old Arwen is a little hellion, but she gets her present all the same ...

Pure fluff-coated fluff with a rich fluffy filling and only the barest sprinkle of foreshadowing.

After the Dagor Bragollach, Fingolfin sees no other way but to challenge Morgoth. When he hears of his death, Maedhros is devastated.

An invitation to baby shower party.

A brief history of Rúmil of Lothlórien and the intentions that guided his life.

Eärendil has gone sailing again--this time through the skies--and Elwing is left to find a place for herself in Valinor, while the Valar prepare for war.

When Finrod rides into the valley of Imladris just after sunrise, half-shrouded in a frosty late-autumn mist, Maglor is certain he's gone mad at last.

Legolas feels aimless, the sea-longing still tugging at his heart, after reaching Aman. Finrod, asked by Galadriel to keep him company, has an answer for him -- and more.

"River-daughter!" Indis appeared from between some tents. She was dressed for hunting, with her hair coiled around her head in thick braids, and with a spear on her shoulder. Usually her hair and clothes were adorned with beads of wood and clay that clicked together in rhythm with her steps, but now she moved silently, quiet as the owl that the River-daughter had greeted earlier.

Indis was, however, much lovelier than any owl. "Are you leaving?" the River-daughter asked her.

Morwen hears from Annael that her cousin Rian has left his protection to seek death at the side of her fallen husband.

Nerdanel crafts her first sculpture of strange but beautiful shape.

A cold wind is blowing from the sea and Mablung is freezing.