New and Updated Fiction

Someone is planting bombs in Minas Tirith.

Early in the Forth Age, when King Elessar's life is threatened, it is up to the young prince and an unlikely ally to bring down the threat to the realms of Men.

But in the chaos of a city rocked by violence, Prince Eldarion Telcontar will discover the true meaning of his inheritance.

Minor catastrophes cluster on the site of an archaeological dig and someone even gets hurt. But it could be worse, as an unexpected arrival changes the course of events. Then something happens in the middle of the night... And it turns out that our heroine can't tell anybody, at least not in (academic) print.

Now with bonus gapfiller from Maglor's point of view.

Or, Three Attempts to Get Out of Archery Practice

Three triple drabbles written for the It comes in Threes challenge, featuring various Ainur.

Minyelmë comes to Tirion to see Lalwen, arriving just in time to see things come to a head.

A Dwarf, a Man, and an Elf race across a grassy plain... Except that these three are original characters of the First Age racing across the plain of Ard-galen and their plight is rather different.

Climbing partners get very accustomed to saving each other's lives. The habit can prove hard to break, as Findekáno and Maitimo discover.

We are told that Galadriel was “the only woman of the Noldor to stand ... tall and valiant among the contending princes” upon the summit of Túna, when Feanor made his Oath. But why? What about Aredhel: what was she up to?

In this story, I attempt to answer that question, while Írissë and Artanis discuss family matters.

Ar-Pharazôn takes part in the first ceremony of the new Temple, and Zigûr is there to help him.

Months have passed since the Nirnaeth, but Glorfindel and Ecthelion are not quite over it yet.

Contains dark themes, humour, and slash, mixed together pretty evenly, I hope.

The Silmarillion states that the entire Dwarven race is descended from the seven Dwarves Aule made: the Seven Fathers of the Dwarves.

...Seven Fathers? Really? And Zero Mothers?

I have attempted to explain this absurdity here. In a deeply scientific and scholarly way.

Set in Cuiviénen. The future kings of the Eldar discuss Oromë's invitation. There is cake, and tea.
Very canon-ish, sorry.

Fëanor is not always the easiest person to talk to, not even for a powerful Vala like Melkor. Luckily, one of the Fëanorions has better taste in conversation.

As a result, Melkor gets to indulge in two of his favourite pastimes: stirring up trouble, and discussing his creative process.

Fingon, Angrod, and Aegnor wish to be more alike.

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...

At the dawn of the Fourth Age, Maglor leaves Gondor. He hopes that his pilgrimage leads him to Cuiviénen.

Celegorm stalks through the halls of Menegroth.

Fëanáro came himself, fey, a blazing torch in the darkness. “No,” Nerdanel said. “I will not go with you.”

Ambarussa entered the forests together, but soon parted, clasping hands and grinning at one another.

The dead have no mouths, and cannot scream. That does not stop Curufin from trying as he watches Vairë’s tapestries ravel before his eyes

“Have you an interest in gardening, Carnistir?”

Before his first performance in Tirion, Maglor receives a gift from his father and grandfather.

Maeglin questions his decision to come to a party, but when Celebrimbor introduces himself to him, everything starts to feel so much better.

Maedhros takes up his father's crown, and then gives it away

Maglor, who earned her place in Mirkwood serving in defense of the realm, has a plan for alleviating the queen's stress, and naturally it involves a great many jewels.