New and Updated Writing

Chapter 1: Círdan rehabilitates the reputation of an elf not known for his likeability by telling Elrond a humourous story about young Ereinion.

Some stories of old were never to be scripted. There were tales told around a campfire or sung on tables of a festive inn. Perhaps the imagination of the Eldar knew no boundaries, or perhaps Valar were not as valiant and dignified. Manwë Súlimo, he who is the sovereign of the Gods, finds himself the unfortunate protagonist of, shall one say, perilous adventures. Here are the stories of the Very Lost Tales of Aman.

A place to store drabbles and ficlets, mostly written for various prompts.

Instadrabble prompt: Something never seen before

Celebrimbor spots two newcomers to Aman.

For the Instadrabble prompt: Murphy’s law kicks in (anything that can go wrong will).

What was Tuor's first week like in Gondolin? 

Instadrabble prompt: Friend, want, bad, gesture.

Ioreth probably should not have been carrying that basket over wet cobblestones...

Patrols upon the Ard-Galen are rarely events of great fanfare during times of peace.

Two drabbles written during instadrabbling event on SWG.

1. Eönwë and Manwë. Prompt: Birdseed for Manwë.

2. Nerdanel. Prompt: Being delayed.

This is my latest collection of pieces too small to stand alone, often written for events on the SWG Discord.

The Latest:
"Memorial." Nerdanel ponders how to memorialize the kinslaying.
"Tears Unnumbered." The Haudh-en-Nirnaeth after the deluge.
"Unsafety." Fingolfin rides to Morgoth's gates.
"Quiet Love." Nerdanel cares for Fëanor on the anniversary of Míriel's death.
"The Secret Door." Celebrimbor learns lessons about magic.

For the instadrabble prompt: lost in memory

Three scientists discuss technology and responsibility in the Jornada del Muerto Valley on July 19, 1945.

Highly AU.  Not allegorical, but perhaps applicable.

MEFA 2008: First Place, Modern Times, General.

In Ost-in-Edhil, Narin gets a look at her wife's new sculpture.

Salgant gets some unexpected gifts

Elrond is curious about the music - and why his daughter has been avoiding certain subjects.

In a modern/all human AU, Celeborn meets Galadriel while going to eat with his family and is smitten.

[F]or his father was dearer to him than the light of Valinor or the peerless works of his hands; - The Silmarillion

Rog helps a visitor with his prosthesis.

When Maedhros and Elros were away, Maglor had his problem to solve with no one else but Elrond.

5 key instances in Turin's tragic life

Glingaereth meets the crown prince of the Noldor by chance, if chance you call it.

“All the same, sister, be careful.”
“Me?” Glingaereth said. “Careful of what?”
“Of that prince.”
“What, Fingon? If you are worried about the Noldor’s feuds, he is the one who brought them to an end.”
Limbeleth shook her head. “I can’t explain it. It isn’t that you need worry about him, but—I have an uneasy feeling about them all, and I feel also that you will be bound up in their fate somehow.”

Aboard Galdor's warship, Glorfindel returns in triumph from a dangerous expedition deep into enemy territory. He has found Elrond's missing son, but all is not well: the Elf-child that was abducted by the Corsairs of Umbar is now a Man grown. War and darkness have left Elrohir deeply scarred, and he is not the mission's only casualty.

An alternate universe for the Under Strange Stars series, in which Elrohir goes with Glorfindel instead of running away from him after the events of Under Strange Stars. This story covers the events of ‘Northern Skies’, but it can be enjoyed without having read the original.

Many thanks to Grundy for all of her excellent beta-reading and brainstorming.e

As the Fourth Age begins, Elu Thingol at last returns from the Halls of Mandos.

Galadriel does not see what she wants to see in the High King.

They say there are cities far to the East and South, for those who can find them, whose entire populations slowly forgot the need for flesh and faded into memory of routine, living in their empty homes and walking their empty streets even when those homes and streets are no more.

For thousands of years the City has awaited you.

The sons of Fëanor find their places. Or lose them.