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Andreth opens up to Aegnor, sharing something of her people and their past.
Young Arwen and a very special necklace.
Galadriel prepares a gift for Sam.
The historian Pengolodh, faced with the destruction of his city, rescues what he holds most dear.
There may be an afterlife, but there is no final version of the Silmarillion.
Neither its in-universe author nor its IRL author are the kind of writers that just finish a work and then move on...
Maglor encounters Maedhros in an unexpected place. His explanations are not satisfactory.
Since the debacle of Master Baggins and his companions’ first stay at the Prancing Pony, Barliman had been less quick to invite strangers out to the common room. But everyone loved a good song and a bit of news, and he said so as he left the room. “You’d be right welcome if you wanted to join us,” he added.
Fëanor tolerates his brothers' children. Aredhel, however, he enjoys.
The story of Ernis, wife of Fingon, and Erien, their daughter.
Aredhel has returned to Gondolin, but she desires more than to be bound to a place and a person again.
“Oh,” Elwing said faintly. She felt the need to sit down, but locked her knees against it. “Then—have they been released from Mandos, my lord? I had not heard that you came in person to deliver such news.”
“They have not, not yet,” said Námo, and to Elwing’s surprise his mouth softened into a small smile, there and gone again in the blink of an eye. “Your brothers are still very young; Mandos is not a place for children to grow. They are ready to return to the world, but unlike most others who pass through my halls they cannot make the journey across Valinor alone. Come to the gates of my halls with all swiftness, and you will find your brothers there.” He inclined his head, and was gone.
“I’m in love with you,” Fingon says one morning in September.
Maedhros is perched on the couch’s armrest, bent down, struggling to tie his laces. He looks up at Fingon as the words sink in. His unbound hair makes a curtain in front of his eyes, and he can only see parts of him, the hand on his shoulder bag, the golden beads in his perfectly braided hair, his hesitant, expectant smile.
His face falls the longer Maedhros takes to answer. They’re running late for the meeting, and there’s a lead weight in Maedhros’s gut that pulls painfully as words fail to form on his lips. I’m in love with you too, the words are right there, but it’s like someone has sucked all the sound out of him.
A drabble for @dorcuarthol week.
A reunion between Beleg and Túrin.
Erestor and Pengolodh negotiate their respective truths, after sailing for Valinor.
Fëanor and Maedhros craft a gift that lasts for generations.
Caranthir manages Maedhros' recovery from torment on Thangorodrim. A treat for TRSB 2023.
‘None of the Valar, but the King rides upon Rochallor, his great steed. Yea, and wrathful he is, flying ahead as an arrow.’
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Ard-galen witnesses Fingolfin's final stand.
The first time Tim stepped out of his world and into Faerie, he almost didn’t notice.
Túrin is taken to Angband, and Beleg makes a choice.
It's not the one he thinks he's making.
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For @dorcuartholweek
Breakfast with the Feanorians, late in the First Age featuring Himring's OC Narye, ex-housekeeper of Himring.
Pages from a book of ancient Edain lore, including an illustration of their creation myth.
Maglor and Fingolfin meet for the first time since Losgar and the Ice.
For the first time in Elvish memory, battle raged.
The clashing of swords and the swift rush of arrows, the cries of the wounded, the silence of the dead - the clamour rose, and above it only Thingol’s booming voice could be heard.
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The First Battle of Beleriand.
For @sindarweek day 3: legendary deeds
Set after the First Age, probably during the Second Age: Finrod is invited to a small private concert in Alqualonde by members of the Falmarin music academy. Introduced to a piece of music he had no idea existed, he is taken aback.
Now with a related poem: "No more laments for me" posted as second chapter.