A Sense of History: Straight Road
The next in a series of articles about ships passing to and from the West, Simon uses "The Fall of Númenor" to attempt to arrive at Tolkien's reading of the exordium to "Beowulf."
prompt: "Why do the Elves of Lórien live in trees"
the song of the Mallorn
So Nancy Stohlman's first prompt for November was "Write a story that takes place in darkness"... Don't know that it gets much darker than the Void. Post-LOTR, let's see how Morgoth, Sauron, and Saruman are doing...
The Lady of the Mithrim and the spokesperson of the Tatyar Avari in the early days after the Mereth Aderthad.
The summer before her marriage, Belladonna goes in search of the Sea, and meets an elf.
The story of the leader of the Tatyar Avari in Beleriand and a reunion on the battlefield.
Varda experiments with undoing just a wee bit of history...
Varda experiments with undoing just a wee bit of history...
Tolkien. Mathematics.
The career of Lominzil, an up-and coming star of the stage in Armenelos, was originally inspired by the example of Tar-Vanimelde.
Tolkenien Mathematics.
Celebrían & Elrond at the beginning of their journey.
It is not love yet, but there are roots for it to grow, and perhaps in time, it will be.
In Cuivienen, ancestral home of the elves, Imin, ancestor-founder of the Vanyar (originally called Minyar), makes a slightly tactless comment.
Before there was anything, there was Nothing.
...
He remembered this. The memory of Nothing had faded, lost, but the impression of starlight through his eyelids and the dazzling shine when he opened his eyes was unforgettable. It was Him, now, though he would not choose a name for many years. He knew who he was, but he did not have the words for it yet.
Findis waits for Lalwen outside of Mandos
Miriel comes to see Indis one evening.
Their Falmari companion tells of the arrival of Eärendil's ship, Vingilot, to Alqualondë.
A letter to the author, by a writer of fan fiction.
That is, to Tolkien.
Written for a prompt of the "Dear Irmo" challenge.
But as Eluréd and Elurín made their way south along the sunny coast of Lindon the heat had settled in, like a heavy blanket over the land that even the sea breezes could not abate. It brought with it scattered rain showers, the occasional rumble of thunder, and an oppressive feeling.e
A prince, his butler, and a pair of unexpected gifts.
A fluffy ficlet written in response to the 'Dear Irmo' challenge at the Silmarillion Writer's Guild.
Long ago, before any of the elves awoke, there were two great lamps: one silver, named Illuin, and one gold, named Ormal.
The story of how magnets came to be.