New Challenge: Potluck Bingo
Sit down to a delicious selection of prompts served on bingo boards, created by the SWG community.
"The Great Desert was a circle of blinding whiteness and glare. A leaden sun beat down from directly overhead, burning nothing but silence and salt. Elrohir stood in his saddle and looked out over salt flats without end. Crossing Harad’s central plains in the shimmering daytime heat was reckless. To anyone less experienced with the desert it would have been deadly."
After a long and perilous search Glorfindel found Elrond's missing son in Far Harad - only to lose him again. Will Elrohir's odyssey, across Middle-earth from the furthest South to the North, finally lead him to Rivendell? And what will he find once he gets there?
Sequel to Under Strange Stars, but can perfectly well be read on its own. This story is complete, and will be posted in weekly installments. Your feedback is very much appreciated!
As always, a big bow and thank you to my wonderful beta Dawn Felagund.
A series of snapshots from Fëanor’s early life, centred around a beloved stuffed owl.
(Or, adventures in single fatherhood with Finwë)
Curufin is accused of a crime he didn’t commi, but wishes he did.
Finwë reflects on the similarities between Tyelkormo and Míriel
Haleth looks at Caranthir and wonders what he's lost.
Or the first meeting between the two. Written for the Starter Prompt for the Holiday Feast.
I have been meaning to write an essay on this topic this year, but it's such a complicated topic that I haven't even begun to read up on it. I have, however, assembled a list of material I would read if I got around to tackling the essay. So here: have an informal bibliography, with unqualified commentary by yours truly.
A ficlet or drabble a day, various subjects.
For independence1776‘s Hanukkah themed prompts: independence1776.tumblr.com/post/180634928943/hanukkah-themed-prompts
Níniel needs Finduilas to help her remember a word. Or maybe she just wants to kiss her.
A Fëanorian Hanukkah,
Or,
Fëanor and his seven sons: eight drabbles for eight nights.
Spending the holidays with your family is always difficult. Especially if you've disowned them.
Or, Celebrimbor discovers you can choose your own family (sometimes, it's even the people you're related to).
Elwë gets sidetracked on his way to visit Finwë.
The Entwives tend their orchard.
In Nargothrond, Celebrimbor's final conversation with Finrod leaves an impression that will stay with him to the fall of Ost-in-Edhil.
The forest at night is theirs alone
Lalaith and death are both patient creatures.
a theory of the etymology of 'Arvernien'
All the instadrabbles (100 words or less) written for the SWG Discord event on November 18th.
A collection of drabbles from the instadrabbling sessions on Discord.
Narvi is intrigued and a little unnerved by Celebrimbor's companion. Celebrimbor is soppy about his scaly, fire-breathing friend. Fluffy short one-shot. Slightly AU.
He thinks that he's going insane, that only his now ruined music stays. His memories are fleeing, abandoning him. But some remain.
Death cannot take Lalaith from the river.
It came in fragments, glimpses, shades of grey. There was a wide land under a growing shadow as darkness rose like a wave—like the wave that had crushed Númenor, that she dreamed of so often—like great dark wings of some fell creature, like the darkness was a thing in itself and not merely the absence of light.
Nerdanel finds Maglor on a Florida beach.
Many theories circulate around Middle-earth about the parentage of the High King, and Gil-galad has heard them all. As he senses the end of an era with his reign (and his life) coming to a close he ponders on where it all began. What is the truth? Only one man knows, and it isn't him.