New Challenge: Potluck Bingo
Sit down to a delicious selection of prompts served on bingo boards, created by the SWG community.
Thangorodrim is broken, and the Elves believe that Evil has ended forever. There's a certain amount of tidying-up to be done.
HoME canon in which Maglor is among the Elves in the early second age and Elrond is with him rather than published Silmarillion canon.
"It is said by the Eldar that in water there lives yet the echo of the Music of the Ainur more than in any substance that is in this Earth; and many of the Children of Ilúvatar hearken still unsated to the voices of the Sea, and yet know not for what they listen."
Finrod writes of love and nightingales (until all he can hear is the sound of water flowing).
The door out of which Elves stepped into new life was a small one. It opened into a glade of grass and ferns and fragrant flowers. It swung open on silent hinges one quiet evening, when the sky in the west was purple and the sky in the east night-dark, and the stars burned bright overhead. A cricket hid in the grass and chirped. An owl swooped overhead on silent wings.
Celebrimbor was first imagined as the descendant of Daeron. I decided to run with it.
Celebrimbor was the heir to the kingdom of Doriath before his father decided to vanish into thin air, leaving naught but a hastily scribbled note for a messenger to hand to him. In a difficult position as the black sheep of the royal family, Celebrimbor decides to leave for Nargothrond hoping not only to find a place where he fits in, but perhaps even word on the mysterious figure that was his mother.
Celebrían has not been idle while waiting for Elrond to come west.
"Ah!" The strange man peered more closely at them. "Elves coming east!" He seemed to find the idea funny, and sat down with them on the grass to laugh. "And what are your names, little elf children?"
Young Artanis, Irissë, and Ambarussa were left to amuse themselves while their fathers were in a meeting at the palace. What could possibly go wrong?
Gildis hopes that Írimë will cheer her up.
(free space, sitcom bingo !)
During one of Númenor’s last years, Tar-Míriel makes a decision.
Regret is a riptide; it will drown those who stray into it.
Betrayed by Feanor and his sons, Fingolfin's host must brave the Helcaraxë to travel from Valinor to Middle Earth. The Grinding Ice takes freely without anything being offered. It takes bodies and souls, smiles and warm feelings, it takes the last of their innocence, and their ability to forgive.
Erestor takes Glorfindel to Alqualondë to confront his fear of the dark.
Can Kol Nidrei annul Maglor’s oath?
Círdan comes too late to the Havens of Sirion.
Nerdanel sails to Middle-Earth in search of her last surviving son.
Celebrimbor is seeking something, though Maeglin does not know what.
Celebrimbor sees too much of his family's mistakes in Maeglin.
Together, they dig a tunnel.
Daeron and Maglor believe they are the only two elves left in Middle Earth, facing the changing world alone, until a suspiciously elven child comes knocking on their door in the midst of a storm, looking for safety.
A birthday gift for my lovely friend Opal, who runs a Tolkien blog @feanorphobic
Elros muses on his future as he sails to the island that will be the new home of his people.
Fingolfin, chosen to stand at the side of Hador, whom he loves, reflects on the wedding after the feast.
Hador writes in his journal before his wedding.
Not the wedding speeches.
Arien and Tilion, before and after the Darkening of Valinor.
Primula Brandybuck Baggins is faced with the toughest decision of her life after a near-fatal accident in the Brandywine River. While deciding her destiny, she shares a meal with an ancient elf whose own experiences will influence Primula’s fate, and the world’s.
Written for TRSB18!
For those mariners Turgon sent west, but of whom only Voronwë returned. A short story for August's Discovery Challenge