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In Gondolin, a fat elf attempts to befriend a sad elf.
At first, things don't look very promising.
But maybe the friendship will turn out deeper and more real for it, in the long run.
Now added: a prologue and six chapters.
Idril sits down to dinner with her cousin Maeglin shortly after the deaths of his parents. What begins as an uneventful meal dominoes into resentment and defensiveness as her own traumatic memories of her mother's death surface.
After the Fall of Gondolin, Maeglin's more than a little broken. Is there any hope for him?
Though all seems bright in Gondolin, Idril is troubled.
The three most important people in Aredhel's life try to come to terms with her death.
Before Aredhel decides to leave Eol she dreams about her first love.
Written for the B2MEM 2017 prompt: "I love the silent hour of night,For blissful dreams may then arise, Revealing to my charmed sight, What may not bless my waking eyes." - Anne Bronte.
Maeglin realizes that during his visits to the dwarves he felt less of a stranger than during his time in Gondolin.
This is the tale of Eol and Aredhel as told from a different perspective. Some may like it and others not so much. As the author I can only hope that many will read it. I hope you all enjoy the story.
The degree of civilisation of a society can be judged by entering its prisons.
The night after Eöl’s execution, a young orphan sits in his mother’s room and waits for his fate to catch up to him.
Maeglin is envious of the beauty of Tuor.
Gondolin falls, and Maeglin has one last mission to fulfill: kill Tuor and claim Idril as his own.
Consideration of free will and the nature of elves.
Newly released from Mandos, Maeglin is reluctant to rejoin society. A cousin he has never met comes to look for him. (Celebrimbor/Maeglin, pre-relationship.)
Maeglin after his father's death.
It was an elf, his horse fallen near him and dead by a snapped neck, struggling despite how thoroughly Nan Elmoth had wrapped him in her most poisonous children.
He was shining, Maeglin thought, like a star that had fallen straight out of the sky. His hair like the mercury his father used, skin like the hazelnuts that his mother devoured when in her better moments.
Tolkien drabbles set in the First and Second Ages of Middle-earth. (Exactly 100 words as counted by MS Word.) Please see table of contents for individual summaries and warnings.
A kid from nowhere seeks out an old family friend...and that's when things get interesting. A retelling of the Fall of Gondolin set in the 1920s.
Idril has a troubling encounter with her cousin Maeglin on the morning of her betrothal to Tuor.
Tolkien-related poetry on various subjects, mostly written for B2MeM. (I've only cross-posted the Silmarillion poems here; the version on AO3 and MPTT includes the LOTR-related ones also.)
What was Maeglin thinking when he faced Idril in the end?
The story of two elves from Nargothrond, neither important enough to be mentioned in the family trees of kings or heroic songs, who lost their names in Angband's slavery. The childhood companion of Finduilas Faelivrin must take the princess's identity to survive in the enemy's hands. Another prisoner, regretting he did not join Beren’s quest, tries his best to save her.
or
The later half of The Silmarillion from the POV of prisoners in Angband, as inspired by A Dance with Dragons.
Of Aredhel. No, seriously.
Mandos fic madness for Halloween. In the halls of waiting, on the ward of the Ñ-specials, Tyelpe Curufinwion, Fëanorian brat extraordinaire, tells of his coming to Gondolin.
Written for alackofghosts on tumblr whose character design for Tyelpe I have shamelessly stolen. It was her art who made me wonder how this could happen.
http://alackofghosts.tumblr.com/post/100540684902/part-1-maybe