Tolkien Meta Week Starts December 8!
Join us December 8-14, here and on Tumblr, as we share our thoughts, musings, rants, and headcanons about all aspects of Tolkien's world.
"And it was then that Elrond first saw Celebrían, and loved her, though he said nothing of it."
- Unfinished Tales; "The History of Galadriel and Celeborn"
One sunny afternoon in the garden, Elrond finally says something.
A cute outing early on in the courtship of Finduilas Faelivrin and Gwindor during the Long Peace.
The vampire Thuringwethil is a servant of Sauron. Meássë is a servant of Morgoth himself... in so far as Meássë serves anyone but chaos.
They're made for one another. [Thanks to raiyana for betaing!]
After the Dagor Bragollach, Wise-woman Andreth demands that their dead be buried. Her great-nephews, Baragund and Belegund, escort her to the ruins of Barathonion, to search for bones.
After his village is attacked and his family destroyed, half-Avarin Erestor has to start a new life in Imladris. He and Glorfindel, both outsiders of sorts, are drawn together through shared grief and survived disaster. Some angst, much sweetness in the looming shadow of war with Angmar.
Some happy and sad times of Findarato's romance to oc "I"; some hints to Findarato's relationship with Amarie; throw in a few comments from Celegorm and Curufin; it became a short story.
And it all started with a poem.
Turgon sends Idril away, but Tuor follows her.
Fingon is constantly pushing Maedhros's boundaries, but this time, he has gone too far. Put on mandatory sick leave after an injury, Maedhros decides to spend his three weeks recuperating alone, setting Fingon on a chase across Aman to find and make amends to his lover ... and yes, transgress one more boundary, one more time. Maedhros/Fingon. Written for Oshun, for the occasion of her 100th character biography.
Not long come from Mandos, Minyelmë is visiting Tirion with her sister, and meets Lalwen for the first time.
Yavien, great-granddaughter of Elros, is summoned to her long-time lover's deathbed, in the fisher village of Nindamos.
(Now with extra drabble on footwear)
Mablung has a crush on Glorfindel, so he is quite happy (although baffled) when the older elf seeks him out. Everything could be perfect, if Glorfindel weren't so conscious of his age.
Short stories mostly in drabble form written for the Solstice Instadrabbling Challenge 2019 on the discord server.
The gift of a mirror reveals more than expected.
The result of a kink request that derailed into some family feels drama xD
After the sacking of Doriath, the lands once girdled by Melian were abandoned.
Faerbraichon, Lord of House Brethil, went east in search of a new land for his Sindar Elves, a land far removed from the grief caused by the Silmaril Thingol had coveted. With him came his family - those who were left - and those for whom he was Lord.
Running into a Dragon was an unexpected complication.
But for one of his sons, it might turn out to be the source of new love, and for the rest of House Brethil, the meeting between their youngest Prince and a Woodland elleth will eventually lead to the formation of the largest Elven Kingdom in Arda and the establishment of a new home.
The Great Green-Wood.
A silvery night of frivolty once upon a time in Tirion.
Drabble dipecting a brief moment between Caranthir and Haleth.
Gundor, youngest child of Hador Lórindo, grows up and falls in love.
Time is a tricky thing to play with. It can take everything away from you. Yet, if you play your hand right, it can give back everything it took too.
Some things are priceless, no matter the cost
Written for Gondolin week day 2
Théomund, Prince of Ithilien, has spent his life building a strong defense, caging his heart and coping with more challenges than most; always afraid to let another come in too close. Thalon, Legolas’ second-in-command, has seen Ages more, yet he too has resigned himself to being alone. One day, fate brings them together in a way neither can expect. What the fëa wants cannot be denied, yet courage, even for a warrior, is a difficult thing to muster.
She realized that they were kindred spirits a long time ago, and that never changed, in spite of events that transpired, or the time that had passed.
Things are better.
That's not difficult to acheive, but things are better.
The tale of how four left the hidden city of Gondolin and only three returned.
Aredhel thinks she's got everything as she wants it, but Turgon has his reasons for allowing her to leave the city and he's not above using manipulation. Glorfindel and Ecthelion are caught in the middle of a political ploy and poor Egalmoth is dragged along for the ride. Throw in some giant spiders and everything was bound to go to hell.