New Challenge: Potluck Bingo
Sit down to a delicious selection of prompts served on bingo boards, created by the SWG community.
The letters exchanged between Maedhros Fëanorion and Elwing Dioriel, c. FA 534-537.
Galadriel, based on a Greek vase painting of Circe.
Something out near the entrance to the bay caught his eye. It was a small, dark shape on the water, slowly growing larger. As it passed into Eldamar out of Belegaer, Eärendil felt his breath catch. “Elwing,” he said.
“I see it.” She leaned farther out of the window, as though those few inches might grant her a better look. She had one hand raised to shield her eyes from the sun’s glare. “It looks like—”
“Yes, but it can’t be.”
Maedhros and Maglor have stolen the Silmarils and disappeared. Beleriand is sinking. Finarfin, Gil-Galad, and all the people moving east pay a visit to Amon Ereb, assuming that the Sons of Fëanor returned there.
Instead, they find Elrond and Elros.
In which Maedhros dies and has some explaining to do to his family.
After being called out by Eru in front of everyone, Melkor wants to be alone. Manwe tries to talk to his brother and make him see reason.
Saeros' daughter reflects on the life and actions of her father.
“Kementári,” she prays, “please forgive me. I have failed to protect even this fragment of your creation.”
After the death of Thingol, Melian seeks guidance.
Elrond Half-elven is the newest addition to Gil-galad's court in Mithlond. One night separated from the fawning crowd, Celebrimbor confronts him about their pasts' unique relationship after learning something Elrond has tried to keep hidden.
Daeron thinks about his life in Doriath, writing letters he'll never send and wishing things were different so he could see Maglor again.
For Tolkien Latin American & Caribbean Week
Ink (black and gold) and watercolor on cardstock paper.
A retelling of the rescue of Maedhros in the form of a narrative poem, in which the Valiant heads out in search of the Tall.
Places reflect on elves and events that were.
Eärendil invites Bilbo aboard Vingilot to sail the skies.
Ereinion sat on his bed holding up a mirror; its frame was ornate and heavy, but he kept it steady as he watched his father’s slender fingers twist his hair into braids befitting a Prince of Noldor. Into the braids Fingon wove ribbons—not golden threads like he wore himself, but yellow silk, bright and sunny.
The Blue Wizards seek Maglor’s help in their fight against Sauron.
Thoughts of an elf who died during a war in Middle-earth, leaves the Halls of Mandos and is re-embodied.
I am imagining the experience as disorienting at first.
This elf could be Finrod or Glorfindel, if you like, but I did not have a specific elf in mind.
Balan, in hopes of comforting Finrod and reminding him of the time they still have together, gifts him a lullaby passed down among his people. The memories of the Elves are unfading, Balan knows- as long as Finrod remembers, Balan will continue to live.
Glorfindel returns to Middle-earth as emissary of the Valar and shares their warning of the growing darkness with the High King Gil-galad, confirming a doom long feared: Sauron has returned.
“Do you ever feel… hunted? Like every unmarried girl in the ballroom is staring at you and wants to exchange rings?”
One night Findekáno tells his friend about something that has been weighing on his heart.
In the Blue Mountains, quite some time before the Quest for Erebor, Gimli learns a bit of important dwarven lore from Ori.
Pharazôn has just won a victory for the ages. So why does he feel so unsettled?
Fingon and swimming
They've been down on their luck, trying to acquire a silmaril, but maybe this is the sign that things are finally looking up.
When Elwing lands in the Havens, she befriends a young princeling from Gondolin.