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“You,” Fingon pronounced, “are drunk. I am not going to give you anyone’s name just so you can make up a silly drunken ballad."
Fingon attacks Himring; Maedhros defends. A calligraphy piece done for the Hungarian Tolkien Society's Mailing Competition.
In which Elfwine goes to sea to find himself, but finds Beleriand instead, and then finds himself.
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Ulmo sends another human in a swan crest to Gondolin, with expected results.
Someone is planting bombs in Minas Tirith.
Early in the Forth Age, when King Elessar's life is threatened, it is up to the young prince and an unlikely ally to bring down the threat to the realms of Men.
But in the chaos of a city rocked by violence, Prince Eldarion Telcontar will discover the true meaning of his inheritance.
Minyelmë comes to Tirion to see Lalwen, arriving just in time to see things come to a head.
Climbing partners get very accustomed to saving each other's lives. The habit can prove hard to break, as Findekáno and Maitimo discover.
A Dwarf, a Man, and an Elf race across a grassy plain... Except that these three are original characters of the First Age racing across the plain of Ard-galen and their plight is rather different.
Fingon, Angrod, and Aegnor wish to be more alike.
In Valinor and homesick for Imladris, Celebrían decides to build a new one.
Thunderstorms never bring good news, Anairë has noted. And the one keeping her up this night is certainly no exception.
It begins as a game, in their Tree-lit, happy youth: Touch my mind, and draw what I am thinking. Is it an apple, or a pear?
Fingon and Maedhros, thinking for and of each other.
Argon sees the world with an artist's eyes. All the way to the end.
Drabbles Content:
Fingon attends a concert given by the Tirion Academic Symphony.
Maedhros and Fingon meet in the mists, again and again. Until they don't.
What bow, what arrows will serve against such a foe as Glaurung? A single drabble.
The competition cocktail party was a regular event, and Fingon gradually learned to appreciate, if not always enjoy it.
A triple drabble, with images and recipes for 9 cocktails.
There came a time of winter, when night was dark and without moon; and the wide plain of Ard-galen stretched dim beneath the cold stars, from the hill-forts of the Noldor to the feet of Thangorodrim. The watchfires burned low, and the guards were few;
The Silmarillion - JRR Tolkien
Fingon and Maedhros shape new lives after Mandos. One chapter from Fingon's point of view and one from Maedhros'.
At the Mereth Aderthad, the Feast of Reunion, plenty is always going on: so many people, so many encounters and interactions, tensions and forging of friendships .
That night, in this moment, in this little corner of Mereth Aderthad, nothing happens. Almost nothing. But it fails to happen with some intensity.
There had been war-camps in Beleriand, purposeful and deadly serious, as well as full of song and camaraderie. There had been the Mereth Aderthad.
This tournament camp was, oddly — or perhaps not — most like that.
Once per year, on the night of a holiday only she still celebrates, Galadriel lights fourteen candles.
Tirion's masked ball offers decadent delights, mistaken identities, insatiable yearnings, and inescapable philanderings.