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These wild and brief days set true hearts bleeding. Túrin and Beleg, over time.

Written for Porn Battle XIV, with the prompts: worship, observance, steam.

One winter day Fingon and Maedhros went riding in the fields of Hithlum...

Summer, winter--some things change, while others never do.

AU: Maedhros and Fingon in Mithrim.

Mild Horror.

Nargothrond, afterwards. Curufin receives an unexpected visitor.

A series of three vignettes, set beside the springs of Little Gelion below Himring Hill:
i. Maedhros decides to build a fortress on Himring Hill (Maedhros, original characters)
ii. After the Dagor Bragollach, Maedhros shows Himring to his cousin (Maedhros/Fingon)
iii. In the Second Age, Elrond visits Tol Himling (Elrond, Arminas, Erestor)

A ghost he was yet he was haunted.

A series for those of you who have always wondered how a people known to argue about things like TH vs. S pronounciation came to be known for gems like “Go not to the elves for counsel, for they will say both yes and no".

Basically, this is a saga about officious Noldorin lords, their meddling in human affairs and its unexpected results...

He is walking through a garden. He is walking right over someone's carefully tended crops and carrots.

Maglor, the politics of war, farming, hunger and adoption. 

Some bridges can only be crossed by starlight.

She will always have to run to keep up with his strolling.

Five ways Parmacundë's life could have been different.

An evil winter has come upon Mithrim, and it is Makalaurë's responsibility to look out for his brothers – in particular for Curufin, who is nursing a strange remnant of their father.

Written for the MPTT Yule Fic Exchange, for Iavalir.

Maedhros returns to his brothers from the Fingolfinian camp in Mithrim, after recuperating there from his captivity. Not everyone is unreservedly happy to have him back.

Maglor realizes he has become a legend among albatrosses.

A Saxon boy and his father remember the Elder Days.

Elrond watches Maglor. He thinks he can hide. 

As Iluvatar and his servant talk, the history of Arda unfolds.

Finwë is worried about Fëanor, and enlists the help of a scholar, Rúmil, to help him understand his son.

Isildur's deeds continue to inspire his descendants.

Turgon has lost someone he loves and so has Fingon. Therefore Turgon cannot understand how his brother manages to keep hoping, to hold onto his trust that everything will be all right, pursuing somebody who left nothing but fire and ice in his wake.

"Sire….please! You came for the boats but… but can you sail them?"

At Alqualondë the Noldor found that there were unexpected helping hands waiting for them. Hands that trimmed the sails, manned the rudder and guided ill-gotten swan-ships to the Twilight Lands.

Summer has come to Sirion, bringing heat and the unhoused. Baradui, a refugee from Doriath, finds her life threatened and that her only source of help might be a pitiously ill patient who can barely care of themself.

In the wake of Alqualondë and Finarfin's departure, Fëanor shores up power and Finrod must prove his loyalty.

It's Curufin's game but Finrod plays to win.

The illusion that a silmaril can be stolen. The illusion that a silmaril is anything more than a silmaril.

Fingon used to wear gold braided into his hair. How did that come about?