New Challenge: Potluck Bingo
Sit down to a delicious selection of prompts served on bingo boards, created by the SWG community.
A haiku about Thuringwethil and Tilion. (I added a photo.)
Thuringwethil expected she had signed her doom when she let the princess of Doriath go free. But she may have saved herself in the process.
A wolf, a spider, a bat, a dragon... what do they have in common?
Thuringwethil doesn't even know why she's here. It's not like the sex is rewarding.
Mother, let me live to see the day go by
Save me from myself, for I will sacrifice
Anything and Everything, to feel Him one more time
--Sacrifice, Aleah.
Thuringwethil comes home from a hunt brimming with desire. Luckily Melkor is more than happy to indulge her and invites her and his two other favourite followers to his rooms.
You've heard of Lay of Leithian, the rock opera - now get ready for Lay of Leithian, the ice skating show. Well, not really. But when we were setting up the challenges for 2022, I couldn't help envisioning characters from the Lay of Leithian as skaters for the Arda on Ice challenge.
Official family court transcript of the divorce proceedings in the matter of Mairon v. Melkor.
Expletives have been redacted from the transcript.
The story of Ilmarë and Thuringwethil, from the beginning to the beginning, again.
The Life and Times of Erestor, Vampire.
"You should be flattered," Thuringwethil counters, "To know that for you alone I would change my skin."
Aredhel scoffs. "Steal another's skin, more like."
(Be careful what you hunt. Or don't.)
The story of the first Orc's birth in Utumno, and of how that race was fashioned.
In The Book of Lost Tales, Fui Nienna's hall is roofed with bats' wings.
In later canon, it is a certain other female character who is associated with bat wings.
There can be no connection, though, surely?
The vampire Thuringwethil is a servant of Sauron. Meássë is a servant of Morgoth himself... in so far as Meássë serves anyone but chaos.
They're made for one another. [Thanks to raiyana for betaing!]
Gwindor's captivity in Angband involves the torture he might have expected... until Gorthaur hatches a new plan to fulfil an old desire.
Aredhel is dead, and her relationship with Thuringwethil evolves.
She worried over such futures in the furrows of the world, the spaces of the in-between that she was sure held answers she had yet to grasp. Thuringwethil's skin did not come with her memories, but Lúthien knew what it meant when the world she saw no longer responded to her song. No more could she draw flowers from the earth, or ask the waters of Sirion to dance beneath her outstretched hand.
[ Lúthien, and the price she paid for skin. ]
A collection of Tolkien-based fills written for rthstewart's 3 Sentence Ficathon in 2018.
Luthien runs into a strange and batlike creature on her way to rescue Beren.
A ficlet or drabble a day, various subjects.
For independence1776‘s Hanukkah themed prompts: independence1776.tumblr.com/post/180634928943/hanukkah-themed-prompts
The forest at night is theirs alone
A new prisoner is brought to Angband, and in her ever-ongoing pursuit of knowledge, Thuringwethil spends some time with him.
While dancing at night in the woods, Lúthien meets a shadowy stranger. (Lúthien/Thuringwethil)
Varda's handmaiden and Sauron's messenger encounter each other in the night. (Ilmarë/Thuringwethil)