New Challenge: Potluck Bingo
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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?
Tar-Miriel, still plagued by foresight when nothing can be prevented anymore.
A chance find while tidying up Indis' rooms leads to revelations no one was expecting.
After hearing the Doom of Mandos, Arafinwë returns to Valinor where the remaining Noldor need a new ruler. It appears that the Valar have already made their choice.
Berion, captain of Barad Eithel under King Fingon, laments Fingon's death and the loss of his home.
After the War of Wrath, what was originally planned as a temporary stay (a kind of moral quarantine) on Tol Eressea turns into a permanent settlement. And so we also get another chapter in the history of the White Tree(s).
Beleg comforts Gwindor in Taur-nu-Fuin.
Maedhros in Angband
Sometimes Eönwë wonders if his life is just like Manwë's romance novels. Sometimes he even thinks the One may be laughing at him from above.
A story told in exactly 4 1/3 drabbles.
Morwen, whose view of the world has been permanently darkened by past sufferings, is concerned for her children.
A story of three friends in Númenor, one of whom attracts the attention of the High Priest. What does friendship mean in the shadow of the Black Temple?
Fëanáro was dead.
Maitimo was gone to parley with Moringotto.
The remaining brothers were restless.
In other words, Makalaurë's time as king of the Noldor in Beleriand, as seen through Tyelkormo's eyes.
Long live the king, may he stop singing sometimes soon.