Instadrabbling Sessions for April, May, and June
The first Saturday of each month, we will be hosting instadrabbling on our Discord server.
Maitimo had last seen Findekano in torchlight, in the lingering Unlight of the Darkening, before the starlight had returned.
Findekano arrives in the world: a drabble set.
During the retreat from the Nirnaeth Arnoediad, the two famous elves from Doriath come to a decision.
A tripple drabble for Robinka, my dear and loyal friend for so many years. And just because I can, with love.
Posted for a friend, J. Mortimer Tarantula, who wanted to try drabbling, but with dark prompts: charnel, dire, spectre, vain.
We know Celebrimbor canonically worked together with Narvi; whether he ever watched his grandmother's father Mahtan at work, Tolkien does not tell us.
It was my idea that Mahtan and Narvi might have something in common, in his eyes...
Luckier. By whose definition, luckier?
This is my latest collection of pieces too small to stand alone, often written for events on the SWG Discord.
The Latest:
"Fly." Fingon's faith in his friendship with Maedhros leads him to the decision to rescue him.
"Salt." Uinen discovers the kinslaying.
"Sunship." Nerdanel places the final cog in the sunship as an act of resistance.
"No One Heard That." The histories withheld some details of Fëanor's muster of the Noldor.
"Cracked." Námo explains death to a young Fëanor.
"Sunship, Reprise." The sunship's launching, from the perspective of the other side of the sea.
"Shadows beyond a Campfire." The sons of Fëanor build a campfire after the Nirnaeth.
"The Neologist." Pengolodh on language and history at three points in Gondolin's history.
Aredhel arrives in Gondolin.
Fingon, unfocused, distracted and distressed. A double-drabble and three drabbles.
Once, he had been more than a gracious listener in the Music.
That time was gone.
The House of Shields is more than a bar. A double drabble.
A three-card spread that changes everything.
Maglor read the cards too well
Nerdanel contemplates names for her new-born twins.
Elves took to sailing sky as readily as they did sea
Laurësirya had been in that competition performance. She'd been in the battle as well.
"See us!" shouted the lamps, the candles.
One could fall up forever, did not the ground hold fast.
They had come here as in a dream, to the far North of the world.
Whither away to the stars, my love