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Maglor and his companion almost drown in the River Lune.
After the attack on the Havens of Sirion, a figure from Maedhros' past comes face-to-face with him one last time.
Maedhros' rescue from Thangorodrim left him deeply scarred. But how did it impact Fingon as his rescuer? A drabble sequence from Thangorodrim to the Nirnaeth Arnoediad.
"At least we have learned that the sons of Fëanor can die too."
Nine POVs on the kinslaying at Doriath.
Uncanonical take on Caranthir's canonical wife: in himring!verse she's not an elf.
Amroth is in the sea. A 100-word poem.
With Nargothrond’s might diminishing and the Elves’ borders hard-pressed, Finrod welcomes the first Men into his ranks, but when their chieftain, Bëor, becomes dearer to him than mere vassal, Finrod faces sending his lover or himself into deadly peril as the Enemy breaches the Elves’ leaguer.
In his own wanderings, Daeron comes to the shore--and finds Maglor.
It is Curufin who crafts the three gems. Starting with the one of fire.
Or: Curufin copes with grief in true Noldorin fashion.
Every morning, I leave you; every evening, you bring me back. An endless game—until the day it is not.
Ye'll take the high road / and I’ll take the low road, / and I’ll be in Aman afore ye; / but you and I will never meet again / on the bonnie, bonnie banks of Ivrin.
This is a collection of true drabbles completed for the 'Four Words' drabble bingo card.
Written for an Insta-drabbling challenge for Orctober prompts, but not horror (or fluff either): two drabbles about survivors, Maglor and Haleth.
Rían falls unconscious at the Mound of the Slain and hears Huor's voice telling her to live.
The memories Lalwen holds to or pushes away, on each side of the Ice.
A short history of the Fen of Serech, from happier times until the bitter end.
On the Helcaraxë, Fingolfin invokes his family's strength and courage rather than the Valar.
In the wake of Nirnaeth Arnoediad, the Dwarves of Belegost mourn their dead.
This is a history that has never been told. Those whom it concerns most deeply are dead now, even those who chose or otherwise received the lifespans of Elves. It is a story that has been kept hidden for more than six thousand years. Now, I believe it is past time it should be revealed.
A young Orc on a spirit quest walks through the memories of her people.
Two Orcs discuss the increased price on Beren's head.
Arvedui is gone, and Firiel reflects.
Life as a thrall of Lorgan is not easy. Tuor's capture complicates things.
Dior did not see the arrow until it pierced his own flesh, a hard thrust of a point entering his back and blossoming out of his heart. The pain of the wound, and the feeling of his body in uncertain panic around it, was almost secondary to his curiosity.
Now what?
Dior felt strangely detached, as if he had stepped out of his body. He watched himself fall over the body of the Golodh he’d slain. Dior had worn no helm nor armor that day – and he saw his hair fan out to cover them both. They died together in the dark cloak of it.
Dior’s eyes closed, and all was dark.
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And then Dior opened his eyes.
Elrond hears a call in the waters of the Bruinen and follows it to the sea. There he finds someone whose memory he has long ago put behind him, but whom he knows at once — only Maglor does not know him. As he revisits his past with Maglor, both painful and fond, Elrond must also reckon with Maglor’s loss of memory. How do you forgive someone who does not remember what he has done?