New Challenge: Potluck Bingo
Sit down to a delicious selection of prompts served on bingo boards, created by the SWG community.
Finduilas and Nienor find each other again, but that is only the beginning.
Written for preplexingly for EveryWoman 2016.
Tolkien drabbles set in the First and Second Ages of Middle-earth. (Exactly 100 words as counted by MS Word.) Please see table of contents for individual summaries and warnings.
Írimë goes into exile and Elemmírë stays behind, but their thoughts are with each other, on the Ice or in the darkness. (A sequence of five drabbles.)
I live under your/domain. You rule with gentle/kisses, golden smiles.
From Indis to Nerdanel.
A poem from Aredhel to Goldberry.
Nerdanel fails to finish a sculpture, and admits to a defeat.
Édebar was a tidal island. It had been a resting place of the Lady Uinen who had gifted it to a group of those who had pledged devotion to her to create a sanctuary for those who were mentally distressed or unhappy to find peace again. It was a far more discrete option than the long trip to Lorien, and Lorien was usually reserved for extreme cases.
Girls crying about their marriage prospects was not considered extreme.
Lalwen pays Elemmírë a sudden visit, trying to escape the growing divisions among the Noldor and her family. (250-word fixed-length ficlet.)
Finduilas, recovering from her wound among the folk of Brethil, finds a young woman on Haleth's grave-mound, and fate is changed. (Finduilas/Nienor; canon divergence AU.)
There was a wound in his heart. Ingwion felt it tear; tear up his eyes and drench his mind in dark resignation and despair. Belatedly he realised the wound had been there an achingly long time and by forcibly involving himself in this he was reopening it. Or widening it.
The Aldudénië was Elemmírë's formal, public lament after the Darkening of Valinor, but she also had private feelings which she put into her poetry. (Three poems by Elemmírë about the Darkening, the First Kinslaying, the Flight of the Noldor, and above all, her love for Lalwen.)
Barahir and Emeldir try to hold their ground against the encroaching darkness from the North. (Barahir/Emeldir)
It's the night the Oath of Feanor was taken. Maedhros has doubts. Fingon comes to comfort him.
Drabbles set during the First and Second Ages of Middle-earth. (Exactly 100 words as counted by MS Word.) Please see table of contents for individual summaries and warnings.
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)
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.)
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)
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)
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.
Snippets from the tale of Galadriel and Andreth, and a love never meant to be.
Written for as a treat for Elleth for the 2015 LotR Secret Santa exchange.