New Challenge: Potluck Bingo
Sit down to a delicious selection of prompts served on bingo boards, created by the SWG community.
Ficlets exploring the brotherly bond and dynamics of Finrod and Aegnor, and the beginnings of the lifelong friendship of Aegnor and Fingon.
Fingon y Fingolfin tienen una conversación a las vísperas de la Batalla de la Llama Súbita.
What the title says.
Poem in response to Rhapsody's excellent stories about Gilraen.
One hungry year after the first fleet of Edain landed on Númenor's shores, still wet with seawater, ships arrive in Rómenna from the west.
A brief interlude in the life of a fox with a job to do.
Prompt from @melestasflight: Idril and "shadows of things that were yet to be"
Playing in Gondolin on the feast of Tarnin Austa (no, not that last Tarnin Austa), Salgant remembers a long-ago music lesson in Valinor.
The Silmaril falls slowly, so slowly, as if taking its time to caress the weightlessness of Ulmo’s waters. Does it seek relief also, Maglor wonders, to be free at last of all the hands that lusted after its blessed shine?
Maglor casts his Silmaril into the Sea.
[Also available as a podfic, recorded by Anerea]
In the early hours the half-built towers of Barad Eithel looked more like ruins than like the start of something new, ghostly in the mists that clung to the mountains and hovered in the hollows and valleys of Hithlum even under the noonday sun
Two snapshots. Osse and Uinen under the sea.
Creatures of the Silmarillion: 6 perfect drabbles.
Arafin seeks Elulindo's aid for a quest which will take them far to the south to waters filled with wonders he has never before seen.
Ar-Zimraphel and her companions discuss marriage
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For @aspecardaweek : aroace Tar-Míriel.
Conflicted, Aegnor seeks Angrod's counsel.
A letter comes to the Lonely Mountain from Bag End, requesting a large number of birthday gifts for Bilbo's upcoming eleventy-first birthday. The Mountain gets to work immediately.
The arrow shoots straight, but in the brief arc of its flight, it flexes ever this way and that, undulating in the air as if straining against the bonds of its mark. And yet what mark it finds, it finds, and strays not from its fate, and so do you, Túrin, in all your struggles, bend ever toward your doom.
Thrice would Beleg find Túrin in the wild unbidden. Beleg/Túrin.
Maedhros considers the role of sex and romance in his life and receives support from unexpected quarters.
As the Bragollach rages, Andreth waits.
Elanor sits down to make a copy of the Red Book.
Follow the blue roads of Arda.
Goldberry has a song for each season.
Illustration to The House of Fëanor by Deborah Judge, inspired by The Silmarillion.