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Two pieces featuring Findis, eldest daughter of Finwe, and her choices after the Darkening.
I. A Season on Taniquetil (Findis, Fingon; quadrabble)
II. The Hermit (Findis, Finarfin)
Helcaraxe spares no one.
In which May is captured and Fin rescues her (with some string-pulling help given by Commander Skywalker, of course). Or, the Fingon/Maedhros edition of Star Wars AUs.
(Written for Amy Fortuna for Chocolate Box 2015)
Fingon arrives in Formenos on a clandestine mission -- to spend some time with his cousin, Maedhros. Written for My Slashy Valentine 2016, for Nuredhel.
Fingon, Caranthir, and the aftermath of Maedhros' capture by Morgoth.
Recueil de mini-épisodes et drabbles dans un univers alternatif moderne de la fanfiction Maudits Silmarils. Nouveaux chapitres.
In Mithrim, after the rescue of Maedhros: Fingon and his half-orphaned niece Idril and an apple, a special one.
Just before the Union of Maedhros, Araloth overhears one conversation, and remembers several others.
(Written for Himring for Fandom Stocking 2015)
À Gondolin, pendant que ses chevaliers parcourent le monde, Turgon déprime... Une parodie crack du Silmarillion façon Kaamelott et Sacré Graal. Suite du livre I. Nouveau chapitre : L'absence.
When Erestor was young, his father had shown him their family’s heirloom: a primitive map of Cuiviénen and the inland sea scratched out on deer hide in ink made from soot and oak galls, the work of his father’s father. To the east of the Orocarni was written in the ancient cirth, Here be Monsters; a warning that what lay beyond was unknown, and best left unexamined. Erestor knew, as his grandsire had known, that some things were best left unexplored. Yet like his grandsire, he pressed on in spite of this knowledge.
A ball in which no-one dances, and the morning after. (Featuring angst, politics, conversations, foreshadowing, and a guest appearance by doors. Yes, actual doorways. Also some Maedhros/Fingon.)
Written for Platinum_and_Diamonds for the 2015 LotR Secret Santa exchange.
A catch-all for short ficlets, largely centering on yet another OFC in the Pandë!verse, namely Culinen (referenced in various fics, including The Elendilmir and The Writhen Pool), who eventually becomes the master of the Guild of the Heart (healers' guild) in Ost-in-Edhil, and who contributes to the "eldritch alleles" of J. Robert Oppenheimer, Hypatia of Alexandria, and Hedy Lamarr (among others!) in the alternative history of the Pandë!verse.
Ratings will be given per chapter.
With the first snow memories of how it once has been between them arise.
Fingon and Maedhros' relationship through the ages, from the point of view of two outsiders (who may or may not have played a part in its trajectory).
(For tolkiensecretartexchange on Tumblr's Silmarillion-themed Secret Santa)
Maedhros unexpectedly is offered a chance to make up to the Teleri for the loss and destruction of the swan ships, but what precisely is it they want of him?
Maedhros and Fingon: how they fight, and how they lose.
(Finally cross-posting my B2MeM stories)
Many people spoke of Himring for many reasons. Fingon thought of it only for the Elf who ruled it. Maedhros/Fingon
So, Curufin, son of Feanor, is conveniently walking around with a dwarf-made knife at his waist that just happens to be suitable for cutting a Silmaril out of Morgoth's iron crown and he just happens to give Beren enough provocation to rob him of his possessions, including the knife.
Here is a slightly AU gapfiller on the subject of the early history of Angrist, the knife that would cleave iron as if it were green wood.
Lalwen witnesses the Nirnaeth Arnoediad and leads as many as she can to safety in its aftermath.
Fingon finds the bones of an unknown soldier. The short story that follows is what he does with those bones.
After the Nirnaeth Arnoediad and its losses, two desperately lonely people find comfort with each other.
The Silm you read when you are not really reading the Silm. Everything you wanted to know without all the boring bits.
Short scenes in the life of Fingon and Ianneth, his wife.