New and Updated Fiction

An academic essay composed by an unnamed Numenorian naturalist; (an open-minded lady of the court of Ar-Adûnakhôr) concerning the biology and habits of Orcs. (Illustrated) 

In the age before the sun, new creatures grow and hunt and are hunted in turn. A Maia who chose his own master now chooses a new, more suitable name. (Pictures Included!)

Indis meets Nerdanel and responds to her. References to: Noldorin society in Valinor during the Years of the Trees, sons, husbands, art, family dynamics and dysfunctionality, even a brief mention (non-graphic) of childbirth/labor. Started a while ago, but finished at this time in response to the  legendarium ladies april event on Tumblr.

A short essay for the fun of it.

"I multiply. I diversify. I evade. I grow. And if you would subdue me, Gorthaur, you must catch me first."  

Yavanna has a nightmare about her sister, Vana, confronting Sauron and the (allegorical) rise of industry.

A study in sentiments over time; a collection of moments surrounding Melkor and Sauron, from the Spring of Arda to the fall of the Third Age. 

Featuring Lúthien, her power, and her choices.

On the first day of winter, young Eärendil announces its arrival to his parents very early in the morning, and the chill of memories pierces Idril to the core. 

Bonus de Noël pour "Maudits Silmarils". L'écuyer d'Ecthelion de la Fontaine lui offre un cadeau...

The First Music goes off without a hitch; Arda is unmarred, and the Theme goes on and on without one dissonant voice in the choir.  

Melkor reflects upon his past dwelling places, and the lessons learned in failure. 

Two elves of the Greenwood, a troubled warrior and a prince, confront the shadows from their past in the less than perfect paradise of Valinor. There, a tradition that has been kept every four long-years since the ancient days of the Great Journey is about to take place once more.

Not everyone at Losgar is thrilled about burning the fleet. The captain of one of Fëanor's ships questions her orders.

After a very long journey, Elwing comes to Alqualondë.

Fingon/Maedhros, a political PWP.

Mairon, maia of Aulë, is given a body, a purpose, his tools, and a warning.

Gil-galad, his Herald and his SO (Senior Organiser?) are separated from their hunting party by a blizzard and are forced to spend the night in a cave.

Gil-galad and Círdan attend mid-summer festivities in Eregion. An unwelcome guest crashes the party.

Lúthien and Beren, their first springtime. Written for B2MeM 2014. 

Running Yavanna’s errands in First Age Middle-earth is a tough job, but someone has to do it.

 (Written for the B2MeM prompt, “Write or create art in which a character plants something.” Not a light-hearted humour fic. At all. A little quirky, though.)

Some people are naturally good at romance. Others struggle with it, even when surrounded by flowers, love songs, and heart-shaped cakes. Guess which group is featured in this story?

(The usual caveat applies: these are my versions of these characters, and my version of Gondolin, and so might not be to everyone's taste.)

During the Dagor Bragollach, a captain of the Fëanorian soldiers in Lothlann finds herself caught in the flames.

Befriending Elwing is not an easy task. Neither is trying to kiss her.

Or an account of the battle in the forest of Brethil as seen by Beleg Cúthalion, told in two parts.

As the rebellious Noldor begin to destroy themselves, one fëa in Mandos is forced to watch the destruction, and to know its source.