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On the slopes of Meneltarma, Tar-Míriel the Queen remembers in anger.

Elrond receives Elros's last letter.

Fëanáro wants to make swords.

The depth of the forest hides many secrets...

Set in Valinor during the Years of the Trees, thus names in Quenya. Celegorm is still young, though definitively of age.

Little Ambarussa get in trouble playing funny gymnastics with their friends...

Set in Valinor during the Years of the Trees, thus names in Quenya.

Fingon on his way to Himring--and in Himring--and on his way back.

An Elvish take on this business we call show. Also, a Third-Age Sindarin take on First-Age Noldorin history.

As a bonus, features Lorien's three named Marchwardens.

A few weeks after the events of Flawed and Fair, Ecthelion writes a letter. Or, at least, attempts to.

I expect this story will appeal only to rare fans of my interpretation of this couple. Oh well. Sorry, rest of the world.

"Why are you so sad?" Maedhros was shaken out of his reverie by a timid voice coming from around his knees. He looked down and found his legs bombarded by two wide-eyed, dark-haired boys with unbearably cute twin expressions of wonder. Maedhros looked back up. 

Turgon, leaving for Gondolin soon, decides to make a trip to Himring to say a lukewarm goodbye to his eldest cousin, but ends up feeling more emotion than he bargained for.

"Don't you have any curiosity?" asked Maitimo, throwing his packed saddlebag at him. "I'd have thought you, of all people, would want to come and meet the Secondborn." "Whatever for?" asked Macalaurë, pleasantly exasperated. "To write a song about it, of course."

Gil-galad was the scion of kings, 
Of him the flighty Tehta sings.

Tolkien seems to have found figuring out Gil-Galad's paternity particularly difficult. Who was Gil-Galad's father, really? Was it Fingon? Finrod? Orodreth? (Which Orodreth?) Cirdan? It is an interesting question, and one this fic completely fails to answer. It does, however, answer the question of who his mother was. Anyway. Warning for, um, authorial self-insertion.

Nimrodel and Mithrellas as darkness grows in the shadow of the mountains. Written for the 2013 Sultry in September fic swap for Elleth.

After having found his shelter on the isle of Balar, a messenger delivers a memory from the past.

While visiting Dale five years after Smaug's death, Maglor encounters two very different groups of people: Men-- and Elves.

An attempt to make sense of the mystery surrounding Glorfindel's reappearance in Middle-earth, presented using a rarely-seen perspective.

Sauron returns to Mordor and openly declares himself, and Umbar declares its allegiance to him. Told by Urzahil of Umbar, who later becomes the Mouth of Sauron.

A Glorfindel/Ecthelion PWP, full of dodgy humour, neurosis, and blasphemy.

This fic is a relatively plotless gap-filler set between my fics "Flawed and Fair" and "Strange Fortunes," and will probably make most sense to people familiar with these characters. Although, who knows? It probably makes as much sense as any PWP.

Right before the War of Wrath, Maglor explains himself.

Elwing and the Sack of Sirion.

Fëanáro, eldest son of Míriel Þerindë and Finwë Ñoldóran, attempts to be the best brother he can be to his little siblings despite being perplexed, bothered, and bewildered by them almost constantly.

Maedhros and Maglor discuss the Noldolantë.

This ficlet à clef is dedicated to everyone who has ever given me beta--no, wait, to everyone who has ever had cause to identify with this version of Maedhros.

(Or, One Flew Over the Halls of Mandos)

The Silmarillion is so full of heartbreaking, wasteful, tragic deaths that it sometimes seems as if the not-tragically-deadly parts of the narrative are there only to give the readers a little breather.

I expect that everyone has a death or two that they find particularly distressing. Amarië certainly does. But at least she can do something about it...

She felt her other half’s presence since before her first breath, and she was her most ancient friend.

An only child though she was, Idril never felt alone. She had Aredhel.