New Challenge: Crossroads of the Fallen King
Cross "The Silmarillion" with a second text or fandom in this month's crossover challenge.
They had come here as in a dream, to the far North of the world.
It isn't Sims, it's Silms, and it all goes round and round, a loop of effort and agony
Not many elves travel in deep space. Most stay close to home. Elnor is an exception.
Fingon takes a moment to remember his cousin at midwinter.
Maedhros's and Fingon's friendship started when they were little, not least thanks to their mothers.
Welcome to Mereth Aderthad, the Feast of Reuniting! The High King of the Noldor is throwing a truly spectacular party. Tables are set with silver, Beleriand's finest wines sparkle in crystal glasses, and Fingolfin eagerly awaits his guests. Invitations were sent far and wide, but how many will turn up? And is that a dark, terrible secret tucked away behind the festive greenery?
This story is a holiday gift for Dawn Felagund, beta-reader extraordinaire, who requested a meeting between Maglor and Daeron and a look at Fingolfin. The story has both, though Lalwen insisted on doing most of the talking.
Many thanks to Grundy for the excellent beta!
The march of Fingolfin from Lanthir Lammoth to Thangorodrim.
"It was night again."
Fingon the legend juxtaposed with Fingon the person.
Elves in space. Or at least, elves on a space station.
Glimpses of Maedhros and Azaghâl ‘s friendship seen through Fingon’s eyes. From the early days of the gift of the Dragon Helm, through the creation of the Union of Maedhros, to the time following the Dagor Dagorath. Times of war, times of hope, piles of books, and days when gardening isn’t the relaxing pursuit Fingon expects it to be.
Written for the Tolkien Reverse Summer Bang based on this lovely art created by bunn as a prompt entitled “Maedhros and Fingon meet with Azaghâl.”
A Fingon at loose ends is a dangerous thing, though also amusing.
On the battle cry of the Edain of the North--and the cry of Fingon on the first morning of the Dagor Nirnaeth Arnoediad.
A drunk Fingon is questioned about the rescue of Maedhros.
Fingon is constantly pushing Maedhros's boundaries, but this time, he has gone too far. Put on mandatory sick leave after an injury, Maedhros decides to spend his three weeks recuperating alone, setting Fingon on a chase across Aman to find and make amends to his lover ... and yes, transgress one more boundary, one more time. Maedhros/Fingon. Written for Oshun, for the occasion of her 100th character biography.
Fingon and Maedhros share a moment by the sea.
Written for the 2019 Pride challenge,
My prompt: “The people I respect most behave as if they were immortal and as if society was eternal.” ~ E.M. Forster
Not gonna explain how this ficlet fits the prompt. But it does. You have to trust me.
There is some suggestion that Tirion continued to be inhabited after the fall of Numenor.
How did its inhabitants feel about the fact that Pharazon's army was buried so close to the city?
enter the dragon (helm of Dor-lómin).
Fingon returns to Barad Eithel with a wild wood elf. Gildis meets him.
A silvery night of frivolty once upon a time in Tirion.
A little painting for Oshun in celebration of her 100th character bio, vaguely inspired her fic "False Spring" (the mood more than any specific scene). Maedhros and Fingon, surveying the land and making plans - or maybe just cheerfully talking upon the parapets of Himring. A moment of high hope and confidence before everything goes pear-shaped.