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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.

Elrond and Ereinion spend an afternoon at the beach and Ereinion makes a involuntary confession.

Treebeard sees the wizards arrive, and he watches them depart.

Orome's horse Nahar shows interest in a certain descendant of his.

Rosie Cotton enjoys the little things.

Based on this moodboard made by Narya.

In the early days of the Noldorin settlement in East Beleriand, an ominous arrival disturbs the peace of mind of Maedhros and his people.

The Halls of Mandos are known to be strange but there's no precendent for running into other people who claim to be you.

Gil-Galad meets some other Gil-Galads and reflects on the essence of Gil-Galadness.

They are alike in warform. Unlike the Balrogs, the orcs did not get to pick their shape.

Mairon lies awake and contemplates his feelings for Celebrimbor that threaten to disturb his plans.

Fingon tries to convince his (half) uncle.

"I’m only lightly armed and it’s just the two of us.” He had barely thought to bring a sword, the valley felt safe even under siege.

Erestor turned to stare at him from the shadow of an ancient oak, his eyes a-glitter in the low light. “You’ve fought wargs and orcs and all sorts of humans,” he pointed out. “And a balrog. You’re an army all wrapped up in one package. Come on.”

Set in Imladris under siege early in the Third Age. More correctly called Eklach's Story, or An Orc's Tale, because that is what it is.