Angrod, Aegnor, and Artanis have been sent to make contact with their great uncle Elwë. None of them really know what to expect.

"And so there came to pass the last and cruelest of the slayings of Elf by Elf; and that was the third of the great wrongs achieved by the accursed oath."

It's not easy to know that great events are afoot but be unable to take part in them. It's not easy being left behind.

Elros sets sail for the new land promised to Men in the morning. But he'd like to talk to his brother before he leaves.

“When twenty years of the Sun had passed, Fingolfin King of the Noldor made a great feast; and it was held in the spring near to the pools of Ivrin, whence the swift river Narog arose, for there the lands were green and fair at the feet of the Mountains of Shadow that shielded them from the North. The joy of that feast was long remembered in later days of sorrow; and it was called Mereth Aderthad, the Feast of Reuniting.”

Celeborn had never properly understood exile before Galadriel sailed. He knows better now.

Carnistir had been curious about the firimar for a while, but he hadn’t seen them for himself until now.

After the Fall of Gondolin, Maeglin's more than a little broken. Is there any hope for him?

"She whom he had loved was Amárië of the Vanyar, and she was not permitted to go with him into exile." 

Though all seems bright in Gondolin, Idril is troubled.

Eärendil would not realize it until years later, but the whole of his future unfolded before him the day they finally reached the Havens of Sirion.

Findis was the only one who stayed.

Vignettes from the relationship of Fëanor and Nerdanel, from beginning to parting.

They say Tyelkormo's first love was the forests and wild places. As ever, 'they' are wrong.

Today changed everything, and Artanis isn't certain of anything now.

Elves, mortals, peredhil, and love.