Nerdanel contemplates names for her new-born twins.

You offered me water once

Elves took to sailing sky as readily as they did sea

Boodle’s Gentleman's Club was not normally a place of drama and excitement.

Laurësirya had been in that competition performance. She'd been in the battle as well.

"See us!" shouted the lamps, the candles.

One could fall up forever, did not the ground hold fast.

They had come here as in a dream, to the far North of the world.

Fingon, recently Returned, an old head on young shoulders, is not having an easy time.

Whither away to the stars, my love

It isn't Sims, it's Silms, and it all goes round and round, a loop of effort and agony

Only a watcher: a watcher of stars

Celegorm and Huan have a special relationship. Two 100 word drabbles.

Amras and Elurin's wedding night may not be traditional, but it is Noldorin.

People have been people, and will continue to be people, for a very long time. Elves are definitely people.

Fëanor, outside of calenders entirely. Now what?

Fingon, Returned, still holds the fealty of many, unlooked-for. He's not sure what to do with it.

Ilverin Littleheart has a story he does not tell, a fealty he cannot acknowledge.

Fingolfin Returned reflects on petitioning for the release of Feanor

"[Yavanna] is the lover of all things that grow in the earth, and all their countless forms she holds in her mind, from the trees like towers in forests long ago to the moss upon stones or the small and secret things in the mould." ~ Valaquenta