New Challenge: Crossroads of the Fallen King
Cross "The Silmarillion" with a second text or fandom in this month's crossover challenge.
This is a story about love's redemptive power, the restoration of hope and belief, it is a slow burn and deals with the the outcasts of society who don't fit in. When two lost and lonely people meet and fall in love they have to navigate an Elvish society that is not quite as fair minded and open as one would think, in fact its down right xenophobic and judgmental and prejudiced.
Podfic of Vardasvapors' story.
For even after the ruin the hearts of the Dúnedain were still set westwards; and though they knew indeed that the world was changed, they said: 'Avallónë is vanished from the Earth and the Land of Aman is taken away, and in the world of this present darkness they cannot be found. Yet once they were, and therefore they still are, in true being and in the whole shape of the world as at first it was devised.'
crossposted on AO3
Life in Fourth Age Valinor is good for Celebrimbor. He has his students, he has his projects, and if life is a little less exciting than it was in Middle-earth, that’s probably for the best, right? So when a series of events conspires to bring Sauron the Dark Lord back into all of their lives, he must decide if he will help him regain his memories or if some things are better left in the past.
The impossible happened – a Silmaril has been stolen from Morgoth’s crown. Maedhros decides to reunite the People of Beleriand against the Enemy and attack him while he is still unprepared (which is by no means less impossible). Meanwhile, in the hidden city of Gondolin, Lord Glorfindel of the Golden Flower pursues the meaning of his recurring nightmares, only to find himself in the centre of a secret ploy against the ever-growing power of Maeglin Lómion in the King’s Council.
The People of Beleriand are astir; and as the strings of our heroes’ fates tangle, a dark shadow creeps above the North – the Fifth Battle approaches. And to what end, no one could dream...
Shai is the first orc to be reborn and Sharû is overjoyed to have his mother back. When Shai hears that her husband can't be reborn because both she and Arasiel, his wife from when he was an elf, are alive, she is not prepared to accept that. Shai and Arasiel team up to get their husband back, coming closer to each other in the process.
Isilmë and Moda, her wife, decide to revamp a dish that Moda never liked from her childhood, a dish that was used to celebrate the dawning of winter.
In Gondolin, Turgon is depressed...
Scenes from the lives of Caranthir and his wife Parmacundë.
A Gil-galad genderswap AU.
Who were Ulfang's people, and why did they betray the Elves?
Stories about my version of the Lady of the Blue Brooch.
This series contains scenes from the life of Feredwen, an original character who served the House of Fëanor. I reorder the series when I add something new to keep the sequence approximately chronological, but individual parts skip around in time so that isn\'t always possible.
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\"Mordorian romantic drama at its finest.\" ~ Times of Khand
\"Tragic yet titillating.\" ~ Númenor News Network
\"That shit\'s nasty!\" ~ PlayDwarf
\"Who the fuck nicked my lube?!\" ~Lurtz
\"*noisy retching*\" ~ RivendailyThis is a not-so-classic tale of \"Orc boy meets Elf girl\", which proves once and for all that having the Dark Lord as your third bed-partner is NOT a good idea. One does not simply walk into Mordor... or anywhere near it. This is a very dark tale, as tales set under the Eye are wont to be. For Darkness taints all it touches, but without it the little glimmers of Light would not be as powerful.
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This series started out as smut and I never intended to write any more than the first part. But then I got hit by an irresistible load of \"WHAT HAPPENS NEXT?!\" and kept writing. Let\'s see where this takes us! PS. It\'s still smut, but now it\'s smut with a story. I hope. DS.
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Turin Turambar, Master of Doom by Doom mastered! We know the life of the son of Hurin, but more mundane events...hmm. So far I\'ve written of his coming to Doriath and a brief incident in his fostering there. As for more, we\'ll see...
A collection of stories about Elrond\'s childhood with the Sons of Fëanor, and its impact on his later life.
Combining all my Curufin/Telperína to Celebrimbor fics in one place
Celegorm, who was friend of Oromë, who often visited the Vala's house and learnt the language of all birds and beasts - but hunted them also. This is a story of the noontide of Valinor, of a hunting party and of the deities of bow and arrow, loyalty yet untarnished, gifts and wisdom, and what it means to understand and talk to the things you kill. Sometimes Snow White and the Huntsman are the same person.
Young Thranduil rushes into a relationship that divides his family, and a series of tragic events turns him cold and reserved. To find happiness and love he must deal with his shadows, but how can he ever become free of his father?
This is a story of how Thranduil met Legolas’ mother, and also a recount of parts of the Silmarillion from his perspective.
Huan helps Lúthien escape from Nargothrond--everyone knows that--but he doesn't do it alone.
What happens to the offspring of a cat possessed by a Maia of sharpness?
After the Halls, Pilihel looks for home. A story from the rising of the Sun and Moon.
“ It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to heaven, we were all going direct the other way - in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only. ”
Once upon a time in the city of Gondolin there lived a folk who could neither enter nor leave their City, all depended upon secrecy. But what happens when a folk have to stay in one place and one place alone?
Hopelessness? Melancholy? Do they turn to despair? Or do they surprise even themselves with how they can attempt to look outside the box? Do they start feeling sick of how the world turns never in their favour and do they become a revolutionary of a different ilk than all their predecessors? Because surely not just the Noldorin nobility were revolutionarily inclined?
A slice of life fic with Gondolindrim politics that happens when you combine multiple Back to Middle-earth prompts and then forget to post.
In the beginning, the Elves awakened...what else happened at Cuivienen, and where might things go from there?
What was supposed to be a homecoming feast, turns into something so much more, for the Lord of the Falathrim.
Fingon and Maedhros find a dead orc in the forest - and a baby.
A mother decides to do whatever it takes to keep her child save.
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My take on the parentage of Gil-galad.