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Short tales that should have remained untold.
Maglor has a discussion with his younger brothers.
Eärwen as a young maiden of the Swan-haven, surrounded and supported by family, and the intersection of song and spinning thread.
Gil-galad and Celebrimbor have a great life together in Aman, until a certain person from the past shows up.
Ships leave the port of Alqualondë for the shores of Middle-earth to begin the War of Wrath, and the niece of Olwë recounts her grief and cries for vengeance.
Various one-shots about the Valar and Maiar. Most are very short and come from requests on my tumblr.
Finrod frets while helping the People of Bëor settle Estolad. He desires a safe home for his new friends (and some elves are safer neighbors than others).
Drabbles and short stories about the House of Bëor and their elves. Mostly light-hearted addendums to Hold Fast Ere Night Comes and other stories set in Dorthonion before the Dagor Bragollach.
A young man of the Bór stumbles across a strange animal in the refugee camps of Balar in the early days of the War of Wrath.
A new star has risen in the sky, a great army from the West has come to war with Morgoth, and the survivors of the Bór make their choice for honor and hope.
A quiet moment between the King and Queen of Beleriand long before the rise of the Sun and Moon, the building of Menegroth, or the birth of Lúthien Tinúviel. Plus Science!
After the Third Kin-slaying, Maglor and Maedhros return to their camp in Ossiriand with Elwing's sons. A human woman learns of what happened and must make hard decisions.
Isilmë has a visitor.
Galadriel takes care of an unwanted suitor in her own inimitable way.
Fingon finds the bones of an unknown soldier. The short story that follows is what he does with those bones.
A place to store drabbles and ficlets, mostly written for various prompts.
Caranthir discovers that this romance thing is a lot harder than it looks.
They were former outlaws who under the leadership of Turin and Beleg, the Elf from Doriath, turned to fight against the Shadow in the North. It was more of an idea, really, than a homeland--or a period of time, too short to call an era--but they gave it the name of Dor-Cuarthol, the Land of Helm and Bow.
Those former outlaws--Algund was one of them. He and Beleg had something in common, but there was more that divided them from each other.
Short scenes in the life of Fingon and Ianneth, his wife.
Parmë's voice was calm, but when she turned, Canyanis saw that her face was ashen and her hands were trembling.
"Parmë?" Something clenched in her chest, and she walked over and took hold of Parmë's shaking hands. Something was horribly, horribly wrong.
The quilt stayed with him — first on Balar, then in Lindon, then in Rivendell. It kept his children warm at night and, later, covered the bed of a small boy named Estel. And when Sauron was finally defeated — the One Ring destroyed at the tiny hands of two brave Hobbits — and it was time for the Ringbearers to depart Middle-earth forever, Elrond took the quilt, worn and threadbare though it was, with him.