New Challenge: Potluck Bingo
Sit down to a delicious selection of prompts served on bingo boards, created by the SWG community.
In one of her meadows, towering over all the other trees, her arms as branches reaching skyward, Yavanna stirred, and reached out to the little shadow as it made its way west, catching it as she caught baby birds who fell out of their nests, and cradling it in leafy arms. Her thoughts reached out to Estë's with the feeling of a sudden frost, shocked into stillness. The wounded shadow was one of their own—it was Melian.
Inzilbeth, daughter of Lindorie of Andunie, struggles to maintain her childhood faith, when she is pressured into marriage with Gimilzor, prospective heir to the throne of Numenor, and finds herself surrounded by fervent adherents of the King's Party at court.
The birth of her elder son, the future Tar-Palantir, gives her hope.
Sauron is driven out of Dol Guldur, but the dungeons are not empty.
Vairë speaks to Tuor, and to Lúthien.
for the "A True Leader" strong women challenge
"I can, of course, think what I want, just like everyone else. I simply have to refrain from saying everything I think." ~ Margrethe II of Denmark
The story of the first Orc's birth in Utumno, and of how that race was fashioned.
As they watch the destruction of Beleriand, a Noldorin elf and a Man of the Edain have to tackle hard questions: Was the victory over Morgoth truly a victory for Men? What is the point of mortality and the price that the mortals have to pay for the mistakes of the Valar?o
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.
Finwë looked at Elwë, and then at Ingwë. "What if we volunteered?" he asked. "I'm not afraid—and I want to see these Trees that Oromë keeps telling us about."
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.
In which some Elves of Dorthonion learn a thing or two about cheese-making, and about Eldalótë.
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!
“It is said that Amandil set sail in a small ship at night, and steered first eastward, and then went about and passed into the west. And he took with him three servants, dear to his heart, and never again were they heard of by word or sign in this world, nor is there any tale or guess of their fate." - The Silmarillion, “Akallabêth”
Cirdan and his people return from the War of the Last Alliance to Mithlond.
It is not an easy home-coming, after what they have been through.
Elrond took his library with him to Valinor. In that archive are many things, and the librarians and archivists of Cîr Imladris (New Rivendell) are kept delightfully busy.
The downfall of Numenor, from three different points of view: Sauron, Uinen, and Elendur, son of Isildur.
Durin I Deathless was the very first dwarf Aule had created. He lived a very long, successful and glorious life, and achieved many great deeds. This is a collection of vignettes from his life.
Chapter 1: During his long sleep, Durin I Deathless has a very special dream that will help him establish the greatest kingdom of dwarves on Arda ever.
Chapter 2: After waking up in a cave in Mount Gundabad, Durin starts his long journey alongside the Misty mountains.
Chapter 3: After a long journey, Durin finds what he saw in his dream.
Chapter 4: Durin and his people discover the beauties of their new home.
Chapter 5: Something new and very strange is happening to Durin, and he is trying to figure out what it is.
Chapter 6: Durin meets someone special.
Sequel to "Lunatic Idea". Six years after reading about Erwin Schrödinger's hypothesis of parallel universes, which Maglor of all people on Earth knows to be true, he finds himself in the unique opportunity to meet the old physicist.
A collection of ficlets (not true drabbles) written for Lockdown Instadrabbling on Discord.
Just a short thing I needed to write, about post-Nargothrond Curufin and his painful hesitations regarding celebrimbor's decision.
In 1952, one astrophysicist brings forth a revolutionary idea about the universe. It sounds lunatic – by the words of the astrophysicst himself – but Maglor Feanorion knows it to be true.
Maedhros had not intended any of this.
The thought came to him as he watched the sleeping children snuggled under their blankets with the red light of the hearth fire against the softness of their cheeks, their dark heads just over the top of the blankets.
The smaller one snuffled and rubbed his nose in his sleep and Maedhros automatically smoothed his hand over the warm dark head and hummed the lullaby he had hummed over countless ages to other small boys. All dead now but one.
And this was not life.
No. He had not intended this.
His stump itched and he scratched it carelessly; it did that when he remembered.
It is Elros and Elrond's tenth birthday, and Middle-earth receives an unexpected gift.
A gift is forged in Middle-earth and passes through many hands to crown a queen. Written for the Team Storytelling challenge. Author and art credits are in the chapter notes.
Tindómiel searches for a teacher.