New and Updated Audio Fanworks

It was written that Ulmo was alone, but delving deeper into the nature of the Valar and their adopted world reveals otherwise.

Breakfast with the Feanorians, late in the First Age featuring Himring's OC Narye, ex-housekeeper of Himring.

Erestor and Pengolodh negotiate their respective truths, after sailing for Valinor.

Rúmil invents writing only half on purpose.

Elwing weaves for her children.

The ship diminishes against the horizon, the sun rising to brighten the waves, the curve of Eärendil’s arm falling as his figure becomes smaller, turning away.

Uinen’s mercy, Elwing thinks, and bites her tongue rather than pray.

A podfic of a story by Simaetha. 

Nerdanel crafts her first sculpture of strange but beautiful shape.

When the Noldor return to Middle-earth to make war on Morgoth, only rumours reach Menegroth of their reasons for coming, but Doriath's minstrel experiences their loss and longing through his connection to Music and the gift of his Queen. Years later, he is sent to the Feast of Reuniting and meets the Elf whose grief he felt. A story about the Eldar returning home, their connection to the land and to each other, and their relationship to Music and fate, love and free will. 

The White Lady of the Noldor, seen by some of those who loved her best.
(Podfic of a triple drabble by Melesta)

They have no choice but to build a life together.

Celebrimbor kisses Narvi. Narvi kisses Celebrimbor. Somehow, Celebrimbor is still perplexed.

Eärwen as a young maiden of the Swan-haven, surrounded and supported by family, and the intersection of song and spinning thread.

In Treelight, he and Artanis had walked the beaches of Elendë, the white sand soft beneath bare toes as she splashed in the shallows and demanded he name every sea star. Upon the ragged new shores of this eastern land, they wore stout boots, for they were all torn rock and silt, and the waters colder than the Bay of Eldamar. And Artanis was Galadriel now, and if her name was softer, it was all of her that was.

Irissë looked pained. “I’ve bruised myself. On – oh Eru, a bust of Uncle Fëanáro. Talk about a mood killer…” 

“This isn’t working,” said Elenwë. “We need to go somewhere else or I’ll have nightmares for the rest of my life about your entire extended family watching us while we – ” 

“Agreed,” said Irissë, looking rather ill.

The story of Ilmarë and Thuringwethil, from the beginning to the beginning, again.

They make mountains upon the beach from sand and pebbles, because all Eärendil’s memories are of cold and pale walls of stone and walking for ever and ever.

When Elwing thinks of home it is dark forests and damp loam beneath her feet and running and stopping and hiding and running again, like rabbits.

From a few hundred feet up, the swan ships could be seen to hesitate.

Nerdanel, early in the Second Age, ponders the wisdom of her choices.

After the Five Armies, Tauriel travels East.

In which cats may or may not be a euphemism.

Prompt fic: "Lalwen gives Beruthiel a calico cat, Beruthiel is annoyed because it throws off her color scheme but also Lalwen is a hottie, confusion ensues."

Immediately after the Darkening, Findis and Elemmírë attempt to adjust.

Elenwë returns early from the Halls of Mandos, and only Amarië knows how to comfort her.

Finduilas and Niënor and the first days of spring.

She came through the night like a stone, hurled across leagues. He only knew that she had wings when she struck the deck.

Galadriel and Nerdanel talk wanderlust. Incompetently.