When the Leaves Fall Golden by Dagstjarna

Celebrimbor reflects on his life and his childhood in Tirion. 

The Spruce Tree by Dagstjarna

A young Celegorm and Curufin befriend an old Spruce tree. 

Bury Me to Release Your Splendor by annarobots

“Do you know what grows on the shores of the southern isles? A trading-merchant might bring many strange specimens to our lands, like nothing I have ever seen. In recent days, I have tasted a ripe fruit with firm flesh that parted beneath my tongue in a burst of liquid sweetness. So moist, so yielding, its juices dripped down my chin like fragrant honey.

these, our bodies, possessed by light by atlantablack

The first time Curufin kisses Finrod, it is to provoke.

There is no deeper meaning to it. Only a cousin with a pleasant smile and mild words; only Curufin's unending need to break things and a violence that has been hanging from his fists since they stepped into these caves.

The Skin of Your Mother Before You by gaydhros

But Aredhel knew better than her mother; she was stronger, she was more willful, she was enlightened. She would not make the same mistakes Anairë had made. She would find a way to do it all differently.

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Re-embodied in Aman, Aredhel struggles to come to terms with all that has changed, and all that has not.