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This is a collection of true drabbles completed for the 'Four Words' drabble bingo card.
Just developping here my thoughts on Finwë, king of the noldor of Tirion.
Indis yearns to stir the sleeping queen of the Noldor.
Grandfather brings a treat back from Valmar.
For the Tengwar prompt challenge.
All 36 prompts plus bonus chapter
Minyelmë comes to Tirion to see Lalwen, arriving just in time to see things come to a head.
Set in Cuiviénen. The future kings of the Eldar discuss Oromë's invitation. There is cake, and tea.
Very canon-ish, sorry.
Before his first performance in Tirion, Maglor receives a gift from his father and grandfather.
Interludes with Finwë, from before the Journey to after.
[F]or his father was dearer to him than the light of Valinor or the peerless works of his hands; - The Silmarillion
Celegorm, Curufin, a balcony of Finwë's royal residence, oblique discussions of death before death became more than an abstraction. And a little bit of parkour.
Indis knows that Miriel is the only one who understands their connection. This is why it should be Indis who looks after Miriel's body.
Small pieces of the Silm told through documents from Doriath.
Setting aside her basket, Indis ran barefoot through the fields to greet him, and he swept her into his arms and spun her around. Her laughter fell upon the fields like rain, and Finwë felt it wash over his heart, welling up in the cracks that he had thought would ever remain after the loss of Míriel.
The song of their joy spills over the fields of the Valar.
Finwë and friends go West
Silver light poured through the windows, catching and refracting on the crystals hung about the room, twinkling like tiny stars. The court of Tirion was particularly splendid that evening, Indis thought as she sat upon the dais beside Finwë, watching the dancing. A rare event: all of their children and grandchildren were present, and even Fëanáro seemed to be in good spirits as he twirled about the floor with Ëarwen.
But still Indis felt uneasy.
Two friends discuss their fears and hopes on the shores of Cuiviénen.
Elwë is one of the three Elven ambassadors in Valinor. Melyanna is a Maia, and their guardian. Their story did not begin in Nan Elmoth. It first began here, in the gardens of Lórien, when Elwë could not sleep.
Ingwe receives the invitation to Finwe and Indis's wedding.
An invitation to baby shower party.
When the twins' fathers finally leave them to go after the Silmarils, Elros and Elrond decide they don't deserve to be orphaned a second time. In the midst of a great storm, though, strange magics are unleashed, and they wake up five hundred years earlier in an unsullied paradise. But dark things are stirring in Valinor, and the twins are told to tread lightly, lest they unweave their very existence.
Can they find a way to save their fathers and return to their own time, or will it all play out the same way and end in fire?
I would like to share my revelations of Tolkien's Universe in the form of narrative and emotional poems.
The main theme of the Non-Canon stories here will be Humor/Parody, bordering on the "Heretic". Please do not read if you are easily offended by these contents.
All stories will contain much adult language, innuendo, nudity, suggestive/compromising positions, and many embarassing situations for the characters, especially the Fëanorions and Mary Sue.