New Challenge: Potluck Bingo
Sit down to a delicious selection of prompts served on bingo boards, created by the SWG community.
Lalwen knows exactly what she wants. So does Círdan, really, though for him it's more complicated.
The story of the Quorin, the Silent People, and their home on Tol Úpahtëa.
Quote-heavy essay on the Battle at the Sarn Athrad against the dwarves, editorial changes to rework the Death of Thingol to fit together with later drafts, and a possible way to reconcile drafts and conflicting canon.
It is high time that I explained a head-canon that became the bedrock upon which sits "Of Ingwë Ingweron". Building off some ideas about the Vanyar and my ideas and opinions about Cuiviénen, I landed on what I swear is not a crack theory.
A Yuletide Ball set in Vinyamar in the First age.
This work is for elemmire-of-aman for the Tolkien Secret Santa Exchange 2018.
It can be read as a standalone or as part of the Silver & Gold Verse (soon to be published)
Prompt: Glorfindel, Fingon, Maedhros, Russingon. No NSFW.
Ossë's rebellion. I used the quote from the Fall of Arthur off the starter course to create this Fish Course dish... I have no regrets.
In the South from sleep
to swift fury
a storm was stirred,
striding northward
over leagues of water
loud with thunder
and roaring rain
it rushed onward.
“But no, it is not ruins or pottery I am interested in. They told me that Maglor was living on Himling.”
Círdan set down his glass. He did not look surprised. “I had heard rumors,” he said. “The fishermen up the coast that way are a superstitious folk, and I’ve long thought that their ghost stories might have a particular source. But I did not think he was still there, or that he’d gone out to Himling Isle.”
“It makes sense,” Elrond said, staring down into his glass and watching the liquid catch the sunlight as he turned it in his fingers. “Is there a boat I could borrow?”
Nerdanel receives comfort and healing from an unexpected source. Draws on content from Fourth Father, Enemies to Sons, and my 2018 Feanorian Week drabbles.
Written for the Silmarillion Writers Guild challenge of using the first line of the nearest thing - I opened a magazine and found: “When tragedy strikes home, we find moments of healing where we can - often in encounters with one another.”
The Valier go on their annual camp-out, and Manwë's curiosity gets the best of him.
cheesy ode for the cheese course of Holiday Feast.
Gil-gala, Idril Celebrindal and Celebrimbor meet on the Isle of Balar.
Ereinion Gil-galad sets out for the Falas.
December 25 3018: The Fellowship have just left Imladris...
A song from the heart may melt snow and ice - and bitter hearts.
Young Elrond and Elros establish a dear family tradition.
Elwing does paperwork.
The twins thought Arwen would enjoy the lesson on Beren and Luthien. They were rather surprised...
After the Sack of Eregion, Celebrían is trying to reach the valley where her father's forces have taken refuge. The situation is grim until she gets some unexpected help. Begun for the Main Course of the Holiday Feast.
Aredhel and Egalmoth share a quiet moment on the Grinding Ice.
On the voyage back to Middle-earth, Glorfindel remembers, and makes some new friends.
Finrod discovers at least one family feud he'd hoped was settled hasn't been laid to rest yet.
Eärwen's thoughts on a journey to Alqualondë prior to the War of Wrath. Written for the Fish course of the Holiday Feast.
Maitimo and Findekano in Valinor during the time of the Two Trees when they are first realizing their feelings for each other. Mutual pining, both painfully oblivious to each other's true feelings. Maitimo is helping Findekano study for his upcoming examinations and they naturally are spending an significant amount of time alone together which brings their repressed feelings for each other further to the fore. They have support from an unexpected source.
Meta collection written for the 2018 Holiday Feast Challenge. Each course will be presented as its own chapter.
In the dead of Hithlum's icy winter a battered Maedhros restores what peace he can to himself and his people, much to his brothers' chagrin.
This story is a gift for Dawn Felagund, who requested Fëanorian family dynamics, but without the holiday fluff. Consider this one a most unfluffy palate cleanser ;-)
Many thanks to Grundy, who did a wonderful and very thorough job beta-ing this story. All remaining mistakes are mine.