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At Ivrin, during the aftermath of the Mereth Aderthad.
A brief vignette.
It was winter, and the sunlight that came into the caves was cold and pale, but Rían still sought it out, bundled up in all of the furs and blankets that they could give her.
In Valmar, after the Darkening and the Flight of the Noldor, Indis receives a visitor.
Neldoreth was both like and unlike the forests of Dior’s childhood and youth.
This is a collection of true drabbles completed for the 'Four Words' drabble bingo card.
Maglor sings. He wanders. Slowly, a shadow comes over his sight and mind, deepening little by little
The memories Lalwen holds to or pushes away, on each side of the Ice.
Húrin kills Mîm and wanders through the remains of a decaying city, the remnants of the peoples who once lived there and called it home.
He is dead. His heart is still beating, but he is dead.
Along with her newly demonstrated concept for flying, Tindomiel has to explain a few other things from California.
Eärnur fights the Witch-king and is offered a choice.
A course through time with my most beloved king and queen.
Idril disagrees with the king’s decision to execute Eol. Written for the SWG challenge Kings & Queens.
Sometimes Eönwë wonders if his life is just like Manwë's romance novels. Sometimes he even thinks the One may be laughing at him from above.
A story told in exactly 4 1/3 drabbles.
Maglor's westward odyssey nearly fails when he is led astray by an enthralling light and song in the depths of the sea.
Galadriel sat at her loom and began to weave. As she passed the shuttle through the warp she cast her thoughts to the natural world, to the many varying hues of grey of the stones, of the myriad greens of the trees and the grass, of the uncountable shades of brown in between.
It is well known that Psamathos does not leave his cove. He does not like to get his feet wet, and prefers to spend his days dozing under the sun.
Inside the caves, though, few Men went, and the dwarves were busy as bees. Or perhaps ants. It was remarkable to watch them transform the place into a livable city while doing nothing to diminish the natural beauty.
The Master Cooks of Wootton-Major were of course best known for their cakes, but even as an apprentice Alf had made a name for himself with bread.
Brandy Hall was a veritable warren, and there were many workshops and smithies and outbuildings attached to it. Drogo was always happy to have the potters’ workshop to himself on a quiet afternoon.
Nimloth drags her feet about a certain decision; Melian has no time for that.
Nimloth and Dior meet, and he is naked.
Alternatively,
Melian travels south to visit her daughter, and meets a familiar looking bird.
Written for the Tengwar prompt, Quessë (feather).
Dior is in Menegroth learning to be his grandfather's heir -- but his grandmother decides to take him as apprentice too.
Written for the Tengwar Challenge, May 15: Súlë (spirit).
Responses to the Tengwar Challenge in which first letters spell out the name of a tengwa: 1) Early Encounter (Nerdanel, Indis); 2) Numenorean Lullaby (Almarian, Aldarion); 3) Tink-Tink (Telchar); 4) Such lamps as once shone in Khazad-dum (Celebrimbor).