New Challenge: Potluck Bingo
Sit down to a delicious selection of prompts served on bingo boards, created by the SWG community.
For the marriage of the Eldar, what is "not wholly unwilling"?
Who were the Nine before they became Ringwraiths - and after? Intended as a collection of Wraith-centric pieces whenever they come to me.
An extra chapter of Sad But True.
A story for Celegorm the fair, the third son of Fëanor. An attempt to give the life of a simple villain more details without compromising his essential character.
What was Maeglin thinking when he faced Idril in the end?
Elrond and Bilbo discuss "Translations from the Elvish" and its sources, especially the writings of Pengolodh.
Eöl discovers the world of fanfiction thanks to Aredhel and agrees to collaborate on a project with her.
Andreth, called Saelind by the Elves, had her heart broken by Aegnor...
...but Aegnor was no less wounded by his actions. He poured out his heart to his beloved twin, Nerwen, just before flame engulfed Dorthonion...
...and later, remembering his death, he relates his last moments to Findis.
As the Haladin travel through Nan Dungortheb, their warriors fight to protect their people, and their lady is at their head.
(Written flor Zdenka for Chocolate Box 2015)
A girl stumbles upon a woman in a clearing, and learns of an ancient sorrow.
(Written for Elleth for Chocolate Box 2015)
Aredhel and a friend, and a conversation in Valinor.
(Written for Scribe_of_Mirrormere for Chocolate Box 2015)
An idea proposed by Túrin leads to uncomfortable conversations.
Two time Ancalimë stumbled, and two times she tried to make it right again. A tale of lovers in Númenor.
(Written for Tallulah for My Slashy Valentine 2016.)
“This was supposed to be different,” he says, his eyes focused beyond them. “I was supposed to warn different people, help others. You two were not part of the tale.”
Ilmarë comes upon an old friend, and finds that much has changed.
Written for Isilloth for silmladylove's Femslash Drabbletag challenge on Tumblr.
Eönwë and Glorfindel share an intimate moment after their victory in the War of Wrath when a young herald interrupts them.
(this story includes a commissioned art made by the wonderful tosquinha)
In Mithrim, after the rescue of Maedhros: Fingon and his half-orphaned niece Idril and an apple, a special one.
Always, always, Mithrellas hears the sea: Nimrodel, Nimrodel.
(Written for Elleth for Fandom Stocking 2015)
In the chaos that follows the Oath, Elemmírë says farewell to her lover.
(Written for Scribe_of_Mirrormere for Fandom Stocking 2015)
Just before the Union of Maedhros, Araloth overhears one conversation, and remembers several others.
(Written for Himring for Fandom Stocking 2015)
À Gondolin, pendant que ses chevaliers parcourent le monde, Turgon déprime... Une parodie crack du Silmarillion façon Kaamelott et Sacré Graal. Suite du livre I. Nouveau chapitre : L'absence.
AU in which Celegorm is captured by Morgoth instead of Maedhros, and rescued by Aredhel instead of Fingon.
“Well, brothers? Aren’t you going to ask me what kind of creature I am today?”
Silence. A cleared throat; an awkward shifting of weight. Aredhel rolled her eyes, but the drama was his alone and he was going to savour it.
“Ask me,” he pushed, then again more loudly when still no answer came, “Ask me!”
“Well tell us, then,” sniped Curufin from the back of the room, then affected a sing-song. “What kind of creature are you today, Tyelko?”
“Today…” he grinned, and the distance grew greater between him and them. “Today, I’m a Celegorm.”
Niënor takes Finduilas into the gardens of Nargothrond - and it turns out far better than either of them imagined.
When Erestor was young, his father had shown him their family’s heirloom: a primitive map of Cuiviénen and the inland sea scratched out on deer hide in ink made from soot and oak galls, the work of his father’s father. To the east of the Orocarni was written in the ancient cirth, Here be Monsters; a warning that what lay beyond was unknown, and best left unexamined. Erestor knew, as his grandsire had known, that some things were best left unexplored. Yet like his grandsire, he pressed on in spite of this knowledge.
A queen (and general) finds her way into the Forest, again, and the past finds its way to her.
Written as a treat for Amy Fortuna and Elleth for the 2015 LotR Secret Santa exchange.