Oh my *fans self* What an image!! Shirtless sweating muscular warden! *this renders me incapable of making complete sentences* Thank you for this one Binka!

Binka you tease!! :D I welcome this Sindar drabble series with heartfelt joy.

I genuinely did laugh out loud at the first one :D And a cliff-hanger at the end... Very nicely done! I'm hoping there will be more.

I forgot Mablung! Oh gosh, what a monumental slip.  So he wasn't doing what I thought he was doing? 

Binka methinks we think a lot alike, especially regarding gorgeous elves' "other" talents.  Can Beleg just stay in
Doriath and not rescue Turin anymore please?  Please?

Yes, Beleg, listen to reason, return to Doriath!  (But go on vacation when the Feanorions arrive.)  Oops, got carried away there. More on Beleg please!

Binka, I'm putting my foot down--please don't let him rescue Turin anymore!

I'm humbly requesting that you write a romantic story about our favorite Sinda, since it's partially your fault (hehehe) that I imagine Michael Praed in Robin Hood costume when I read about Beleg. It could be AU or whatever, (like I'd know the difference).  Please, please.

Oh this so enchanting and so well-drabbled: it's magic with music, sensual mingled with a bitter realisation it will end. This is beautiful Binks: well rounded, complete and yet it leaves the reader (and both lovers) craving for more.

I wonder who the lucky female is.  Could she be a naughty Nellas?  As always, any romantic/sexy/happy depiction of Beleg is appreciated. 

A sweet and cute depiction of Beleg and Mablung.  If I could draw -- the picture would be chibi figures.   It's nice how "fatherly" you portrayed Beleg here so by the time
Turin arrived he was well-practiced. 

Poor Nellas!  I wonder who she's pining for... (though I've got a suspect in mind). How tantalizing. 

I almost feel sorry for Turin here--how forlorn he must have looked to Nellas. As they say, misery loves company so babysitting young mortals must have kept her from being overly sad for her unrequited love. 

Ohhh you posted this drabble here, the one with such a twist hehehe. I would like to compliment you with the fantastic build up in just 100 words, it just feels as if the reader comes to this realisation once the arrow flies true!

A lovely what-if you've written here, Binka.  You use illusion here to good effect and it's particularly fitting since Lúthien's very name means "enchantment."  

And I love the subtle tie-in to the Lethe!verse at the end.

lol - you ebil girl!

Poor Mablung. But I'm sure that heavy hand is useful in battle.

Ahhh, Mablung :) Yes, this is for sure one of my favourite story. Placing in first "5". It excites my imagination. Over and over. :) I'm happy that you posted it here.

Interesting idea. I like the part about unrequited love, when Nellas shouts in her mind - very motional.

The person she is longing - I also have someone on my mind. :) Knowing you and your other stories... I hope to be right. ;)

Only one comment for this drabble - :))))) Marvelous in every word.

Loved how you managed to convey the cultural differences between the Noldor and the Sinda.  My favorite line is: "Long had we learned to tame this unfriendly land, neither basking in the Light, nor straying in darkness."

Oh Binks, I am so sorry that I missed this fabulous piece. Wow doesn't even describe it, but it feels so right to see how Daeron, the so blinded by his love for Luthien - finally gets what he deserves.

This bit:

"Why?" he uttered. "After all the tears unnumbered? After all the years uncounted?"

I love this a lot in this fic, it feels right to see it here that it doesn't take just one battle, but also the personal losses and sacrifices of someone to portray a grief this immensely. And where else, at the shores of Cuiviénento bring it full circle for him!

Word weaver, yeah that just feels so right for you!

Oh wow Binks! You outdid yourself with this one! I love the differences between the two groups: you set them both aside in temperaments, but also how both groups can learn from the other.

 This bit especially stands out to me, it reads immensely poetically (did I just made up a word for you?):

They came with fire and their burning needs to conquer, rule, and possess; our kin, but distant, alien in their attitude, they brought high hopes, but also the tumult, into which we might inevitably tumble.

 Wonderfully drabbled, you summed up the first age from the Sinda perspective in a perfect way!

Very nice, Binka. Lovely contrasts of cultures and musing on solutions to survival under extreme challenges.

Oooh, excellent, Binka!  You have such mastery of the short form (although I like your longer pieces, too).  You've captured the essence of the Sindar and the Noldor here beautifully.  I can't help but think of our primary world, too, when more "advanced" conquerors have invaded the lands of aboriginal peoples.

I'm not participating in B2MeM (I'm already too immersed in it :^D) but I'm really enjoying everyone's offerings. 

Oh, wow! Just brilliant :D

 ...our kin, but distant, alien in their attitude...

 Every phrase you use expands that concept beautifully. I love this! I'm so glad your muse popped up with it.

It does fit well in here! For more than one reason (looking at the earlier ones in the series...).

You and Beleg are back. Yay! Looking forward to you B2MeM fic.