New and Updated Fiction

Celebrimbor's torture expands in a new, highly visible direction. He handles this just fine (lie). Sauron is equally unaffected (lie).

Cannibalism will not help, but Celebrimbor is willing to try it.

Anariel visits Formenos in the Fourth Age. (Joint effort for August Fic-A-Day and Building Middle-earth - my prompt was Songnic Architecture.) 

Lalwen listens to the songs of the Edain and considers the strange shape their love and grief take. An exercise in Elven zuihitsu.

This tale follows Maedhros and his wife (OC) from their time in Aman to the end of the First Age; following a brutal attack in Valinor, intense familial strife is forever set in motion. Mostly follows Silmarillion timeline/canon with internal narrative twists. Character dives on all of the Sons of Fëanor, ongoing work with currently 17 chapters I will be posting soon (currently all cross posted to AO3) :)

Annatar has a plan to make Celebrimbor unequivocally his.

Children who return from the Halls of Mandos without their parents need familes in Valinor to care for them. The task of finding these families falls to Olwë's son Elulindo, once a Mandos child himself, and his new husband Ingwion son of Ingwë. Ingwion's sister Indis, who learned many things from her years with the Noldor, is building skyscrapers and telescopes and waiting for news of her own children. All of them, parents and children alike, will play a role as Valinor prepares for war.

Ar-Pharazôn returns in triumph to Númenór and displays his captive to the waiting crowds. But his display of power is not to everyone's taste.

Mairon decides to enliven an otherwise dull sea journey.

The king's golden touch does not please everyone.

Mairon humbles himself before the conquering Númenorean king.

Pride goes before a fall, but some falls are deliberate.

The story of a delayed building project: in Vinyamar, Enerdhil decides to branch out in his making from jewellery to architecture, but is initially denied permission to build.

Berenin ja Andreth Saelindin viimeinen keskustelu

Kirjoitettu Suomalaisten faniteosten viikon viimeistä päivää varten, aiheina "tulen äärellä" ja "kaamos"

Of course it was a trap.
Maitimo has to survive. He must. But what price is too high to pay for survival?

Fëanor arrives in the court of Mandos. Let he judges be judged.

It was easier than he had thought it would be to leave his name behind—to put on a new one when needed, like changing one set of clothes for another.

Celebrían ja Varyandë viettävät kesäpäivää Imladrisin puutarhassa.

He’d ventured into the little fishing village in search of food and maybe a dry place to sleep for a night of rain and wind—he hadn’t expected this, to be bullied into a hot meal and a healer’s attention.

Tuor and Elwing’s recreational sailing excursion goes terribly awry when a carnivorous siren casts her gaze upon their vessel. With her song, she enchants the mariners and boards with evil intent. She kills and eats their crewman, she demands Tuor’s hand in marriage, and for dessert, she plans to eat Elwing. A vile, terrible creature is she!
And then things take a turn for the worse.

A fill for the 2026 Rare Kink Buffet, a Bad Guys Made Them Do It story.

As beautiful as he is dangerous, Aegnor, an elven prince, stands against the looming shadows of Angband. Brother to Galadriel, he commands the siege with a fierce intensity, a duty that exacts a heavy toll on him. But beneath the iron walls he has built lies a broken soul, haunted by a devastating trauma and a well of deep, guarded secrets. His demons, kept at bay by his unyielding intensity that is both his greatest gift and his biggest curse. 

Little does our Noldorin prince know that a chance encounter with a terrified young girl of men will set him on a collision course, igniting an extraordinary bond wrought with challenges, sacrifices, and intense love that threatens to unravel his guarded heart, and all he keeps within it.

Brace yourself for Part I of this captivating tale, where the primal power of love and devestating loss will tear lives apart forever.

Erestor lay up against a tree, brown washed to black in the wet of the snow. The black disc of the new moon sailed across the dark sky. Erestor wished it were gone. He had no need to look into dark eyes any longer.

He was dying.

(AKA Erestor unwittingly travels back in time to the days between the Dagor Bragollach and the Nirnaeth Arnoediad, meets the sons of Feanor, Thingol and his ilk, many Laiquendi, many Dwarves, and Men besides, and THEN decides to solve the drowning of Beleriand himself. This has nothing to do with his personal problems. Nope. Not at all. Erestor is having regular feelings.)

She shook her head, quietly reveling in the physicality of having her wife’s hands on her. “How can I hold you at fault for the events of the past centuries when you have not been here, able to act?”

Indis has been summoned to the Halls of Vairë on behalf of one thought lost.

The Mouth of Sauron visits the Witch-King in her newly-founded kingdom of Angmar.

A Dwarven merchant travels from Nogrod to the far south in search of greater wealth – and finds something else entirely. 

At the End, when Morgoth, cloaked in doom, came forth through the Door out of the Timeless Night and into the world, it was the Sun he sought before aught else. 
An eclipse, thought Elwing, on the wing with her flock. What else could bring nightfall at noon?

Elwing and Arien, together in a little boat on the wide seas at the end of the world.