New Challenge: Potluck Bingo
Sit down to a delicious selection of prompts served on bingo boards, created by the SWG community.
The Elves make no song of Fingolfin's last stand. One of the Edain, however, did.
A short poem and among the very first things I've ever written Tolkien-related. It isn't much, but I hope you enjoy it.
Based on the original speculations and in-universe prophecies regarding the Dagor Dagorath, the Battle of All Battles.
Sundry tales of Elven politics.
Beleg meets and befriends Túrin, future life-ruiner.
A collection for stories about the Edain.
Recently added: The chair (Sador Labadal)
A brief conversation between Lord Oropher of Doriath and Aran Thingol's sixteen-year-old adopted human son causes Oropher a few moments of unease. Triple drabble.
Three border guards have an unexpected encounter on the North-marches of Nargothrond.
Wherever Túrin goes, emotional turmoil is sure to follow. The marches of Doriath are no exception.
Tells the story of the rise and fall of the two dark lords, from the collapse of the fortress in Tol-in-Gaurhoth, to the collapse of Barad-dûr, and what came next. Mainly told from Melkor and Sauron's perspective. Continuation of my other fic: "The Burnt God", though it may be read separately. Occasional slash (mainly Melkor x Sauron)
For dreamflower; Little Turin and Sador Labadal attempt 2
Sador muses on Turin's personallity.
For dreamflower; Little Turin and Sador Labadal attempt 1
Sador muses on the future of Turin
Wounded and suffering from battle fatigue, Mablung sees a strange portent that causes him to fear that his beloved friend Beleg's affection for Túrin, the self-exiled young warrior, could bring grief to them all.
Written for Tehta in My Slashy Valentine fic swap 2013
These wild and brief days set true hearts bleeding. Túrin and Beleg, over time.
Written for Porn Battle XIV, with the prompts: worship, observance, steam.
Elrond tells the story of Hurin's life, after his release from Angbad.
His audience are Valandil, sent from Arnor, and Gandalf, who has arrived from the West at the beginning of the Third Age.
“Don’t trust any talking something if you don’t know where it keeps its mind.” – But Harry had indeed been more Gryffindorish than most . . . . Routing around his family vault after the victory against Voldemort, he found a talking metal shard and chatted with it. He got too cozy, in fact, that he did not realise where the sneaky shard was bringing him. And in another place and another era, Túrin son of Húrin got harassed mercilessly by a particular green-eyed, black-hired young man.
The life of the last High King of the Noldor.
It's especially sad when a doomed man has a sense of humor.
A series of drabbles about the child Túrin, and his friend the lame woodwright, Sador Labadal. I have long been fascinated by their friendship. Why would a noble child's best friend be a crippled servant?
It has been said that character is fate, and this certainly holds true for Beleg, whose single-minded focus leads him straight to his Doom.
Out in the woods, young Túrin makes a new friend - and learns not to fear thunderstorms.
Written for Elleth - Happy Birthday!
Love, no matter how wicked, always finds a way.
A slightly strange something I wrote for Jan/Feb's ALEC 'Forbidden Love' theme.
Written for Theatrical Muse. The famed Dragon Helm of Dor-Lomin comes into Maedhros's posession. And he can't wait to get rid of it.
Three poems that tell of the tragic story of Gwindor, Finduilas, and Túrin, from three points of view.