Sam encounters one of the Big People for the first time.

Two moments in the Shire after Frodo returns.

Arwen dreams of shadows, and stitches light.

Less a series than a label for all my stories that take place in my own headcanon/'verse

Gil-galad comes face to face with Sauron.

Findis watches, entranced, as he takes up his tools and begins a new carving, taking a shapeless lump of wood and turning it into a leaping hound before her eyes.

Elros befriends some gulls

Five times Daeron meets Maglor by accident, plus one time it happens on purpose.

Daeron first fell in love beneath the dark tree-shadows of Neldoreth, not far from the starlit waters of the Esgalduin.

Three of Nerdanel's sons come home: a trio of double-drabbles.

The body wanted to look forward, however accustomed the spirit was to looking back.

Finarfin just thought the dragon egg looked neat, so he brought it home.

Then it hatched.

The road of the High Pass is blocked by boulders, but an attempted negotiation with the stone giant responsible goes unexpectedly sideways.

Celebrían sees Elrond off when he departs for Mordor, and she is there to greet him when he returns.

Peony Took intends to outdo her cousin Bilbo in her travels, and heads to Rhûn. There she finds the growing presence of servants of Mordor, but also Elves--and one in particular in dire need of rescue.

Roverandom is left behind and bored when his boy goes off on holiday, but then a strange magical musician comes through town...

It was not Melian’s wont to speak against her husband in public. When she did she tried to do so gently. She would not undermine his authority before his people—she was not one of Bauglir’s creatures to bend others by force to her will.

But in the privacy of their chambers it was a different matter.

Eärendil has gone sailing again--this time through the skies--and Elwing is left to find a place for herself in Valinor, while the Valar prepare for war.

"River-daughter!" Indis appeared from between some tents. She was dressed for hunting, with her hair coiled around her head in thick braids, and with a spear on her shoulder. Usually her hair and clothes were adorned with beads of wood and clay that clicked together in rhythm with her steps, but now she moved silently, quiet as the owl that the River-daughter had greeted earlier.

Indis was, however, much lovelier than any owl. "Are you leaving?" the River-daughter asked her.

Nerdanel crafts her first sculpture of strange but beautiful shape.