A Sense of History: Straight Road
The next in a series of articles about ships passing to and from the West, Simon uses "The Fall of Númenor" to attempt to arrive at Tolkien's reading of the exordium to "Beowulf."
I received a prompt on Tumblr : How would Curufin show his love to someone... in this case, to his father.
In Nargothrond, Celegorm thinks about Finrod.
A modern AU centering around the house of finwë: who they are how they grow, and in the end, how they love. Mostly Russingon centric, but definitely involving other characters pretty liberally, especially the other feanorians.
Elf children are more precocious than human children, says Tolkien. But some elf children are even more so.
Les enfants elfes sont plus précoces que les enfants humains, nous dit Tolkien. Mais certains enfants elfes le sont plus encore.
Young Galadriel has a strange encounter with her uncle.
"”Now it is told that in the bearing of her son Míriel was consumed in spirit and body; and that after his birth she yearned for rest from the labour of living. And she said to Finwë ‘Never again shall I bear a child; for strength that would have nourished the life of many have gone forth into Fëanáro.’ Then Manwë granted the prayer of Míriel. And she went to Lorien, and laid her down to sleep upon a bed of flowers [>beneath a silver tree]; and there her fair body remained unwithered in the keeping of the maidens of Estë."
In which Indis comes to terms with the legacy of Miriel's choices, and makes a new friend in the process.
Elrond is a few weeks away from sailing to Valinor, and he's had a tough time of it lately.
Luckily, his dads are willing to put aside their differences to help him.
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.
Nienor meets her cousin.
Elrond is pretty sure that visiting the Halls to pick up his foster father shouldn't be this difficult.
Maedhros is pretty sure he's about to be thrown into the Void, and he's okay with that.
The tale of a perfectly ordinary day in the life of Elrond Peredhel. A day without grand councils, dark lords or epic battles. Nothing about today will be remembered in song and story, but the Lord of Rivendell still has his hands full: he is a husband, father, ruler, teacher ... and healer.
Accidents happen, even on ordinary days.
A giftfic for Anoriath. Many thanks to Firstamazon for the beta read!
Companion piece to Erinyator. Elrond, son and father.
But if he did not speak, then who would remember? If he did not tell them, his children would not know how much HE owed to Maglor, Maedhros. And he could not have his children think so badly of them.
So he nestled Elrohir’s head against his shoulder and began. ‘Once, long long ago, there were two small boys, twins…’
‘Like Elladan and me.’
Just a short thing I needed to write, about post-Nargothrond Curufin and his painful hesitations regarding celebrimbor's decision.
It is Elros and Elrond's tenth birthday, and Middle-earth receives an unexpected gift.
A celebration of Nost-na-Lothion in Gondolin, seen mostly through the eyes of young Eärendil.
Tar-Vanimelde's last performance turns out more dramatic than her son expects.
Celebrían and Eärwen speak of husbands, children, and forgiveness.
Young Fëanáro doesn't like his baby half-brother. Until one particular day.
Findekano arrives in the world: a drabble set.
Fëanor talks about his father, his love for him, his remarriage, his unresolved bitterness. Character study, first person.
Fëanor talks through how to make glorious enriched bread. Better than lembas!
She fell in the darkness of the forest, a poisoned arrow in her shoulder, her youngest daughter clasped in her arms, and Celeborn likely the one to find them.
But she escaped the Dark Rider, and that was close enough to victory.
Lúthien loved to watch her mother at work.