Something out near the entrance to the bay caught his eye. It was a small, dark shape on the water, slowly growing larger. As it passed into Eldamar out of Belegaer, Eärendil felt his breath catch. “Elwing,” he said.
“I see it.” She leaned farther out of the window, as though those few inches might grant her a better look. She had one hand raised to shield her eyes from the sun’s glare. “It looks like—”
“Yes, but it can’t be.”

Eärendil invites Bilbo aboard Vingilot to sail the skies.

Ereinion sat on his bed holding up a mirror; its frame was ornate and heavy, but he kept it steady as he watched his father’s slender fingers twist his hair into braids befitting a Prince of Noldor. Into the braids Fingon wove ribbons—not golden threads like he wore himself, but yellow silk, bright and sunny.

Gilraen reaches the end of her life.

The Gates of Minas Tirith are broken, but the wind is changing.

Thranduil, Oropher, and Elwing have escaped Menegroth and must make their way through the forests of Doriath.

"Surely not." At the sound of his voice the great shaggy shape stirred, and turned its head. Behind him Asar called out, asking a question, but Maglor barely heard him. He fell to his knees in the wet sand, staring into eyes that gleamed with ancient Treelight and even older starlight. Then his face was being licked clean of tears by a giant tongue, and he was both laughing and crying as he flung his arms around the dog's shoulders, burying his face in wet fur, hardly caring that it was still crusted with sand that scraped against his cheeks. "Huan, what are you doing here?"

“Narsil!” Malbeth coughed again. “It will be reforged—when Isildur’s Bane is found."

Goldberry has a song for each season.

Hildifons Took has gone off adventuring, but hasn't returned. So Belladonna and Donnamira decide to go searching.

When Estel was nine years old, Erestor gave him a large box filled with wooden blocks of various shapes and sizes.

"There is little to tell about their stay," says The Hobbit of Bilbo and the Dwarves' visit to Rivendell. But Bilbo made a rather remarkable friend during that time.

Sam has just settled himself on Tol Eressea when Galadriel comes to call.

"Haven’t you heard what Cousin Bilbo’s gone and done? He’s fetched Cousin Frodo back from Buckland, to live with him at Bag End! And he’s going to adopt him as his heir, all formal-like."

“Oh, what a beautiful day!” Belladonna skipped out into the sunshine, breathing in deeply. The Dwarven cities beneath the Blue Mountains were wonderful, but it was always a relief to emerge into the world again, to see the sky and the grass and the flowers and trees that grew on the mountainside. “Dís, look at all the flowers!”

Ioreth's cousin writes to her not long after she has gone to Minas Tirith to study healing.

Elanor sits down to make a copy of the Red Book

Carn Dûm had always been a far distant and ancient terror, a dark shadow on the most distant horizon. But with the influx of orcs into the north out of the Misty Mountains and perhaps from even farther away, there were rumors that the Enemy wanted to retake Carn Dûm and begin rebuilding the old kingdom of Angmar.

The war is over, and now Radagast's real work can begin.

One year Bilbo has a particularly special present for Frodo on their birthday.