New and Updated Fiction

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.

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.

During a visit to Círdan, Finrod discovers a new hobby involving tying ropes around various objects.  Now, he's ready to take it to the next level, but there is a small kink in the plan - he wants a spotter to make sure everything goes well.  Fortunately, Edrahil is available.

Galadriel finally has room to breathe.

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Fingon, President
Daeron, Vice-President
Pengolodh, Secretary
Finrod, Treasurer
Maglor, Alternate Officer
Salgant, Snack Officer

Daeron has an important question to ask Maglor. And no, it’s not “can I get some more art supplies for my Kid-Kit?”

A Baby-Sitters Club fusion story, set in the 1980s.

Elwing is fleeing towards the Havens of Sirion when she spots a nightly visitor. 

A princess and her sheepdog. (Drabble featuring a young Ancalime.)

"Move farther north," Caranthir says to her a month after the attack, gaze steady on her even as his hands continue briskly gutting fish. "There is plenty of land closer to my fortress, and my people can help protect yours if there is another attack."

Haleth looks up from her own fish, frowning a bit at the sight he makes. Even after a month, she hasn't grown used to the sight of this elvish prince so casually working with the rest of them. She opens her mouth to refuse, proud of her people and their independence, having no desire to be indebted to anyone, but the words catch in her throat as she meets his eyes. She thinks treacherously of his mouth against the inside of her wrist, and what comes out instead is, "How close to your keep are you trying to drag us? And what is the cost?"

Or: Caranthir asks and Haleth agrees. This does not mean they were prepared for what follows.

Later, Fëanáro will look back on this moment, on finding Melkor bearing down on Ñolofinwë, and try to brush off the panic that had gone striking through him as irrelevant. It is a panic he would have felt no matter who was engaged in such a foolish fight and so, it does not matter.

Lies, even to oneself, work best when they are shrouded in truth. This does not make them less of a lie.

Or: Loop 4 & a glimpse into Fëanáro's thoughts at the start.