Immediately after the Darkening, Findis and Elemmírë attempt to adjust.

Elenwë returns early from the Halls of Mandos, and only Amarië knows how to comfort her.

Finduilas and Niënor and the first days of spring.

She came through the night like a stone, hurled across leagues. He only knew that she had wings when she struck the deck.

Galadriel and Nerdanel talk wanderlust. Incompetently.

From her mother, Galadriel had learned grace, composure, and how to veil the teeth of diplomacy in silk and soft words. From her grandmother, she learned when to bare those teeth. From her cousin she learned the value of will and the power of independence.

Her ambition was her own, and carefully stoked.

(And from Melian she learned nothing at all.)

Indis and Míriel and the first sunrise. A podfic of LiveOakWithMoss's story. 

Podfic of Vardasvapors' story.

For even after the ruin the hearts of the Dúnedain were still set westwards; and though they knew indeed that the world was changed, they said: 'Avallónë is vanished from the Earth and the Land of Aman is taken away, and in the world of this present darkness they cannot be found. Yet once they were, and therefore they still are, in true being and in the whole shape of the world as at first it was devised.'

Maglor flirts with anti-establishment views and fails miserably at flirting with anything else. Elemmírë just wants him to work on his melisma.

It happened in the days of the First Age--

Or, how Elwing got those ships.

It always hurts to lose a might-have-been. But here Amarië is.