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An alternate version of my fic "Give the Children Closure"
Maedhros is unsurprised by Elrond coming to let him out of the Halls, though he knows he won't actually be leaving. This is a kinder hallucination than most.
Elrond took his library with him to Valinor. In that archive are many things, and the librarians and archivists of Cîr Imladris (New Rivendell) are kept delightfully busy.
Maitimo had last seen Findekano in torchlight, in the lingering Unlight of the Darkening, before the starlight had returned.
A smitten young elf declares his love with a poem.
Findekano arrives in the world: a drabble set.
Just the star-crossed lovers, doing their thing, I guess. Or, how did Fingon end up with gold ribbons in his hair.
Luckier. By whose definition, luckier?
From the Discord server sessions on 25 March, 29 March, and 12 April 2020.
Written for the lockdown instadrabbling event on the SWG Discord.
This is my latest collection of pieces too small to stand alone, often written for events on the SWG Discord.
The Latest:
"The First Orc." An Elven scout dreams of captivity.
Fingon and inexplicable kittens
Fingon, unfocused, distracted and distressed. A double-drabble and three drabbles.
A collection of works written for B2MeM 2020.
Fingon's rescue of Maedhros, Red Bull commercial style. I apologise for everything.
They had come here as in a dream, to the far North of the world.
It isn't Sims, it's Silms, and it all goes round and round, a loop of effort and agony
Not many elves travel in deep space. Most stay close to home. Elnor is an exception.
Fingon takes a moment to remember his cousin at midwinter.
Maedhros's and Fingon's friendship started when they were little, not least thanks to their mothers.
Welcome to Mereth Aderthad, the Feast of Reuniting! The High King of the Noldor is throwing a truly spectacular party. Tables are set with silver, Beleriand's finest wines sparkle in crystal glasses, and Fingolfin eagerly awaits his guests. Invitations were sent far and wide, but how many will turn up? And is that a dark, terrible secret tucked away behind the festive greenery?
This story is a holiday gift for Dawn Felagund, beta-reader extraordinaire, who requested a meeting between Maglor and Daeron and a look at Fingolfin. The story has both, though Lalwen insisted on doing most of the talking.
Many thanks to Grundy for the excellent beta!
The march of Fingolfin from Lanthir Lammoth to Thangorodrim.
"It was night again."