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While the arrow flies: that's the arrow in "speed now this feathered shaft".

What to do in the time we have?

Especially if the eagle never comes.

Selections from the latest edition of the Angband Poets' Society magazine.

What's that, you say? You didn't realize Angband had a poets' society? Well, now you know.

An elven conspiracy theorist discovers the truth about Gil-galad's parentage. The results of their inquiry are here written in verse.

Maedhros, Ilverien, and infant Erien are due to return, after having been away for two months. Fingon prepares for his spouses' arrival.

Life among the Noldor, in the Fourth Age, Elrond musing on custom, courting, popular songs and other such matters.

25 chapters assembled into five stories. Each chapter fills four prompts, one from each of the four cards in the SWG May 2022 Vintage Bingo Challenge, for a total of 100 prompts filled.

The five stories are not all in the same continuity/universe -- for one thing, Ilverien and Red Crow cannot coexist, though there are elements they have in common -- but all of them can be read as part of an overall set of ideas.

Four colleagues work together on increasingly complex challenges in storytelling.

Glimpses of life in Aman, after the events of arriviste's void junk and Idrils_Scribe's Wings of White and Silver-grey.

Maglor in the round world, near future, still defying the forces of darkness.

Three bredlik poems featuring an unnamed orc, Melian and Tilion.

A fragment of a rohirric nursery rhyme, presumably about the death of prince Baldor.

Finrod isn't sure how to tell others about Beleriand.

Fingon writes a poem and thinks about truth of various kinds.

Beren and Luthien.

First Age 122: in the foothills of the Orocani Mountains—west of Hildórien and far, far east of Beleriand

A little girl discovers a little of her own magic.

(The second in my Hildórien to Beleriand series exploring the early life of the Edain ancestors.)

A riddle in stave form, written for the SWG Holiday Party challenge, Dec 5, Riddles.

Morwen hears from Annael that her cousin Rian has left his protection to seek death at the side of her fallen husband.

Singing into being, a drabble-poem

It was said in Valinor that Galadriel's hair had captured the Light of the Trees, Laurelin and Telperion, and she was named for her hair.

An (intentionally!) absurd poem. Written for the Skateboarding prompt, in the Middle-earth Olympics challenge.

A look at a single life in Angband, a study in hope.

Found in the personal collections of Barahir II, transcribed and translated into Westron from its original High Adûnaic. A fragment of a poem for Ancalimë, from a poetess who loved her.

Elrond, looking back.

"...love grew after between them, as little might be thought..."

The refugees from Dorthonion arrive in Dor-lomin.

Rian attempts to embrace their new environment, while her cousin Morwen mourns.

Who would dream to drain a lake? 

An attempt to answer this question, posed by my prompt, for Middle-earth.

A few short reflections.