New and Updated Writing

The tears poured out of Nienna. They rushed through the valley until they collected at the bottom in a now rushing river.

Returning to a once-loved place after losing the one who made it special is difficult... and yet, sometimes, it might be rewarding in a new way.

Findekáno writes his father a military dispatch and mentions the weather.

When I saw the ships burning in the distance, for a moment I thought it was some sort of celebration. For a moment it reminded me of the bonfires in springtime, and the grand holidays when all the children would dance together, spinning wildly. But then the fire grew too large and too bright to carry my wishful thinking, and I knew. I think we all knew, right then.

Elros and Aglaril (his wife) take their young son Vardamir camping. After he falls asleep they enjoy a quiet conversation. Written for Tolkien Secret Santa 2019 as a gift for the-lefuet-blog on tumblr.

Any and all Silmarillion drabbles I have written will be posted in this story. May or may not fit in with anything else I've written.

History remembers Curufin as the villain. There are a few who think better of him. 

Written for the Taboo challenge. First chapter hits 'consequences' and 'ostracization and exile'. Upcoming chapters will mark off other squares. Will give warnings on chapters as appropriate.

Huan helps Lúthien escape from Nargothrond--everyone knows that--but he doesn't do it alone.

In the many gardens of Tirion there bloomed thousands of flowers, of all colors of the rainbow and more. And fluttering to and fro between the flowers and the trees and the shrubs were butterflies...

Doriath welcomes the spring.

Telperion observes something very unusual, very sinister, very ominous approaching Valmar.

Wandering Maglor dreams of Arda Marred.

Drabbles inspired by natural history prompts, from the Years of the Trees to the Fourth Age, from Valinor to Far Harad.

Featuring Indis and Miriel, Ilmare and Varda, Earendil and his mariners, Aragorn and the past, and Beruthiel and her white cat.

Do not look in the bitter glass... 

A poem drawing on the account of the song battle of Finrod Felagund with Sauron in the First Age. 

A poem against pessimism and disillusionment, if you will. 

I also had the Mirror of Galadriel and Galadriel's advice to Sam in mind. 

In the beginning of 21st century, on one New Year's morning, Maglor's long time dream comes true.

Manwe and Mandos watch the Nirnaeth. They break the fourth wall.

Short stories mostly in drabble form written for the Solstice Instadrabbling Challenge 2019 on the discord server.

A small story about Fingon and Maedhros in the woods of Beleriand.

Aegnor sings to Andreth of Valinor.

In the beginning, the Elves awakened...what else happened at Cuivienen, and where might things go from there?

“ It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to heaven, we were all going direct the other way - in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only. ”

Once upon a time in the city of Gondolin there lived a folk who could neither enter nor leave their City, all depended upon secrecy. But what happens when a folk have to stay in one place and one place alone?

Hopelessness? Melancholy? Do they turn to despair? Or do they surprise even themselves with how they can attempt to look outside the box? Do they start feeling sick of how the world turns never in their favour and do they become a revolutionary of a different ilk than all their predecessors? Because surely not just the Noldorin nobility were revolutionarily inclined?

A slice of life fic with Gondolindrim politics that happens when you combine multiple Back to Middle-earth prompts and then forget to post.

The Ainur are moving West, Ulmo cannot seem to bring himself to leave.

A series of short pieces designed to respond to the Utopia challenge and surrounding the building of Eregion.

It responds to this prompt:

"We have to build the Republic of Heaven where we are, because for us there is no elsewhere."

     - Philip Pullman, The Amber Spyglass

But it also carries this quote in mind: 

"There is no Zion, save where you are."

    -- Tony Kushner, Angels in America

After the third kinslaying, Maglor realizes he has new priorities.

Tolkien Secret Santa 2020 (for wonderwafles)

A forager of the Nelyar recalls the long journey to Valinor.

Finwë gets creative.