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."
Drabbles inspired by natural history prompts, from the Years of the Trees to the Fourth Age, from Valinor to Far Harad.
Featuring Indis and Miriel, Ilmare and Varda, Earendil and his mariners, Aragorn and the past, and Beruthiel and her white cat.
Huan helps Lúthien escape from Nargothrond--everyone knows that--but he doesn't do it alone.
Fëanor and Nerdanel’s first camping trip deep into the wilds of Aman was supposed to be about connecting with nature and having some alone time together. Which is what they did. But it also had the unexpected effect of deepening the unspoken feelings they had fostered for each other for sometime.
After the Halls, Pilihel looks for home. A story from the rising of the Sun and Moon.
Doriath welcomes the spring.
From the SWG Discord server sessions on 9 January 2021.
Things are grim on the Helcaraxë. Fingon and Aredhel get an unexpected surprise.
Fingon, returned, has more questions than answers, and travels north to find what answers he can for himself.
A drabble sequence
In the beginning of 21st century, on one New Year's morning, Maglor's long time dream comes true.
The tears poured out of Nienna. They rushed through the valley until they collected at the bottom in a now rushing river.
The Silmarillion, roughly paragraph by paragraph, as told through limericks. (In progress, currently just the Ainulindalë.)
Elros and Aglaril (his wife) take their young son Vardamir camping. After he falls asleep they enjoy a quiet conversation. Written for Tolkien Secret Santa 2019 as a gift for the-lefuet-blog on tumblr.
Manwe and Mandos watch the Nirnaeth. They break the fourth wall.
A small story about Fingon and Maedhros in the woods of Beleriand.
“ It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to heaven, we were all going direct the other way - in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only. ”
Once upon a time in the city of Gondolin there lived a folk who could neither enter nor leave their City, all depended upon secrecy. But what happens when a folk have to stay in one place and one place alone?
Hopelessness? Melancholy? Do they turn to despair? Or do they surprise even themselves with how they can attempt to look outside the box? Do they start feeling sick of how the world turns never in their favour and do they become a revolutionary of a different ilk than all their predecessors? Because surely not just the Noldorin nobility were revolutionarily inclined?
A slice of life fic with Gondolindrim politics that happens when you combine multiple Back to Middle-earth prompts and then forget to post.
The Ainur are moving West, Ulmo cannot seem to bring himself to leave.
In the weeks leading up to the War of Wrath, one would be right to believe there would not be much to celebrate, with so much in the way of work to be done in preparation. But an unexpected visitor to High King Arafinwë’s pavilion brings with them renewed sense of hope for the future and intriguing tidings.
A series of short pieces designed to respond to the Utopia challenge and surrounding the building of Eregion.
It responds to this prompt:
"We have to build the Republic of Heaven where we are, because for us there is no elsewhere."
- Philip Pullman, The Amber Spyglass
But it also carries this quote in mind:
"There is no Zion, save where you are."
-- Tony Kushner, Angels in America
After the third kinslaying, Maglor realizes he has new priorities.
Tolkien Secret Santa 2020 (for wonderwafles)
A forager of the Nelyar recalls the long journey to Valinor.
Finwë gets creative.
Maglor re-visits an ancient city.
The High Kings of the West ascend the Tower of Elostirion after its final Stone is laid...the Palantir.
From the Discord server sessions on 27 December 2020.
Celebrimbor learns a horrible truth.
Written for the December 2020 Instadrabbling event on the SWG server.