New Challenge: Potluck Bingo
Sit down to a delicious selection of prompts served on bingo boards, created by the SWG community.
Glorfindel tells Bilbo of an early romantic conquest.
while enjoying a pie in Rivendell, Bilbo sees a disturbance in the trees where the elves gather to sing...
Eärendil has, against all odds made it to Aman. But he's more nervous than he expected about being the first Noldo to return to Tirion.
Word of Morgoth’s latest endeavour reaches High King Fingolfin's court in Hithlum, and Fingon the Valiant eagerly rides to Ard-galen to investigate. Of course there is a one-handed, red-haired ulterior motive … Thankfully his Aunt Lalwen, the High King’s sister, comes along to keep things in check.
Story complete: the tale of how Lalwen came to accept Fingon and Maedhros.
Many thanks to Grundy for her excellent and scientifically accurate beta!
As promised, Elrond informs Thranduil of Maglor's presence in Rivendell.
The storm that destroys Númenor reaches the coast of Middle-earth.
Aulë claimed Uinen was the only one with the power to reclaim Ossë... and that's what she did, calming his fury with her love - or so the Children say.
She has made her decision, and all he feels is relief.
Or, Amárië and Finrod establish their feelings in the wake of his re-embodiment. Gen Amárië and Finrod, Finrod/Andreth undertones.
Maglor and Glorfindel sit by the fire in a cave outside Rivendell. They talk, tease and remember.
Im which Hiril of the House of Haleth is the protagonist, there are extended dream sequences in caves, and I don’t have the slightest clue what any of it means yet.
For B2MEM 2019
They fell in love before the dawning of the world. Back then they were pure fëa enfolded into the shapes of their names. Irmo was a pale yellow against Estë’s bright elegant gold.
Written for Tolkien Secret Santa 2018 for through-the-seas-to-Valinor.
Maglor and Daeron.
My take on a meeting, after everything.
Short and, I hope, sweet.
All Maitimo wanted was to read his book. All Makalaurë wanted was to speak to his brother of the woman he met.
Fingolfin meets the dying mother of Hador Lórindol.
In 1892, Fëanor Gates, Britain's most brilliant inventor, unveils a creation destined to change the world--though not all of his children are equally impressed.
‘Alas! there are some wounds that cannot be wholly cured,’ said Gandalf.
‘I fear it may be so with mine,’ said Frodo. ‘There is no real going back. Though I may come to the Shire, it will not seem the same; for I shall not be the same. I am wounded with knife, sting, and tooth, and a long burden. Where shall I find rest?’
Gandalf did not answer.
- The Return of the King, “Homeward Bound”
Balan-who-will-be-Bëor comes to some conclusions about his new friend after said new friend demonstrates a terrifying knowledge of venomous snakes.
In conclusion, Finarfin was a reptile hoarder and also elves might be poisonous.
While on vacation, a pair of young women decide to explore some ruins. One of them discovers something startling.
Of the Island of Tol Úpahtëa, Caladan and the Orvlann.
Second Age 595. The river-daughter visits Maglor son of Fëanor, and brings a gift that unlocks songs and thought.
"Few stories were told of Nienna, not because she was not loved, but because she was loved too much. Those elves who dwelled in Valinor knew her sorrows and did not pry at them. Her part in the stories of others was glossed over, her name whispered gently, her tale left unspoken and unrecorded. Such was the respect given to her, for all people might need pity some day.
If an exile from over the sea needed to learn, or a new child asked, they were shared only snippets of thought, memories, echoes of what was told perhaps only once long ago.
These were the things that were not said."
Celebrimbor has a nagging suspicion that something is wrong while he works on the ninth ring to be given to Men.
Written for the Silmarillion Writers Guild B-Movie challenge.
Five people Finarfin did not expect, and one he did.
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It was the Silmarils that had sent Fëanor on his mad way to Beleriand like a falling star, pulling all the youth and brightness of my life in a long tail after him; and the very Silmaril Elwing and Ëarendil brought here now had drawn Finrod my son into darkness and death, and torn him to pieces.
"To be fair, that was the wolf,” Finrod said.
A blade forged from star-metal by the hand of an Elf from Nan Elmoth proves to be capable of speech, thought, and being judgmental. No, not that one, another one.
Or, in which Maeglin is justly killed with his own treachery, but somewhat differently than the old tales convey.
Inspired by the leaf decor dagger.
The brewing of ale and beer was a woman's work, and thus (because Bunn is a terrible enabler) this little ficlet about Anairë and Nerdanel and some unexpected lavender happened.
Amnesty sitcom fic for the You did WHAT?!? prompt.