New Challenge: Potluck Bingo
Sit down to a delicious selection of prompts served on bingo boards, created by the SWG community.
The copper circlet that Maedhros wore in Valinor had been made by Curufin. After their arrival in East Beleriand, Curufin offers to replace the lost circlet by a new one. The ‘copper band’ is also Maedhros himself, trying to tie people together with varying success.
From the viewpoint of Curufin, because in previous stories I’d basically written him off as ‘hard to read’. He and Maedhros agree to disagree about the abdication business.
With a brief glimpse of Celebrimbor and some foreshadowing of later events.
This story has been nominated for the MEFAs 2010 by Hallbera. Thank you very much!
Maedhros: grim, driven, ruthless, manipulative...
Yes, all that. With a slight difference.
(Slashiness faint and subdued)
The Doomsman of the Valar keeps a diary, and wonders what this "sense of humour" everyone's talking about is. Very silly. With apologies and fluffs to Cassandra Claire's original VSDs.
A lovesick Daeron crafts a new song to try to gain Lúthien's attention.
A triple drabble (300 words)
MEFA 2010 First Place Winner: Genres: Fixed Length
Boredom, like beauty, may be in the eye of the beholder
Maedhros receives a series of messengers from Fingon.
Warnings: gratuituous mention of missing socks and burnt porridge.
This story has been nominated for the MEFAs 2010 by Lyra. Thank you very much!
Curufin watches his father die.
Daeron and Maglor through the ages; alone, together, or both. And this is how things begin, but they never end.
Maeglin spends an afternoon alone in his head. Even with company.
Everything seemed to indicate the impossible, that somehow it had materialised out of nothingness.
The world begins to change its shape; the Dagor Dagorath draws nigh...
Written as a teaser story for B2MeM 2010.
I seem to remember a note of Christopher Tolkien's saying that his father never etymologized the word Leithian or explained exactly what is meant by the title Lay of Leithian. This may well be wrong, but meanwhile here's this - well, you might call it a meditation.
Intended for the "To Be Free" challenge, although perhaps it doesn't really fit...
A place to house my short ficlets as I write them, or the ones that I can't bring myself to post here as individual stories anyway. Most of these will just a couple of hundred words long.
#1 - "The Way That We Love" - Fingolfin/Anaire, very loosely based on theme of "Five Things Anairë Hates About Fingolfin". Written Dec'07.
#2 - "Inheritance" - a sort of missing moment story featuring Círdan and a very young Ereinion Gil-galad. Gen. Written Mar'10.
Melkor considers a flower.
Written for International Poetry Month, April 2010.
MEFA 2010. Winner, First Place; Genres: Poetry: Drama.
After the War of Wrath, Eärendil has a chance to meet his sons. The reunion doesn't quite go as expected.
Possibly AU, but your mileage may vary on that.
Poem (or song lyrics) for two voices. Well, Fingon and Maedhros, obviously.
For International Poetry Month.
The confrontation in Tirion between Fingolfin and Fëanor led to Fëanor being banned to Formenos.
Written for B2ME 2010: Ornisso challenged me from Formenos:
Create a story, poem, or artwork that responds to the following quote: "The only difference between me and a madman is that I'm not mad." -- Salvador Dali.
Celebrimbor attempts to reason with his father
Written for 2010 B2ME Challenge - En garde! This challenge is all about weapons and weaponry. Write a story about a character's chosen weapon, or learning how to use a weapon. Is the character a skilled fighter, or is learning to wield a weapon a bit of a struggle for him or her?
Written for Theatrical Muse, on the subject of Fun.
Warnings for slash but it's very much implied and off-camera.
Written for Theatrical Muse. The famed Dragon Helm of Dor-Lomin comes into Maedhros's posession. And he can't wait to get rid of it.
This is a modern-setting AU featuring Maedhros and Fingon, the spawn of a plotbunny I swiped from Lalaith. The setting is not named but it is actually based on Lincoln, England. There is indeed a cosy second-hand bookshop on the hill leading up to the Cathedral, but it is owned by neither a red-haired elf nor a lady named Edith.
Names: All in Quenya as usual. My Maitimo muse is a snob and he will not permit the use of Sindarin names.
Maitimo ('Timo) = Maedhros
Findekáno (Káno) = Fingon
Atarinkë = Curufin
Ambarussa = the twins, Amrod & Amras.
A collection of stupid stories, most of which make little sense, bunged up here together because they're too small to be out on their own. Set in my dubious fiction-verse. Sexual content implied in some.
Maedhros and Maglor decide to surrender to Eonwe to be put on trial back in Valinor. And then, at the last moment, they don't. Framing Maglor's memories of the Nirnaeth Arnoediad and the attacks on Doriath and the Havens of Sirion (or rather, mostly, the discussions among the brothers that led up to those attacks).
Maedhros/Fingon slash (very mild here). Definitely not Maedhros/Maglor slash; however, the subject is raised and the (false) accusation made by others in the story, so if this worries you, please regard yourself as warned.
Also, Maedhros's suicide isn't explicitly told, but strongly hinted at, so has been marked.
This story has been nominated for the MEFAs 2010 by Lyra. Thank you very much!
'The petition to Manwe to allow the banned elves to return'
Curufin and Celegorm arriving at Nargothrond
Glorfindel is reborn