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Pengolodh has a hard time getting accurate information on the past from a distracted Glorfindel and Ecthelion.

Pengolodh drafts the tale of Aredhel and Eöl.

She has ever been the more courageous: his brilliant, whimsical elder cousin...

Glorfindel and Elenwë, and what came after.

When Elwë wakes from the long trance of his wedding, the first reach of his mind is for Finwë. Old loves and their consequences.

Olórin says goodbye, finally, to Mairon.

Maglor cares for a sick Elros and Elrond...it's all new territory and rather unpleasant.

Maitimo and Makalaurë tackle parenting in Nerdanel's absence. Formenos is not a happy place.

Turgon and Aredhel coordinate the withdrawal of the people of Nevrast to Gondolin.

Turgon and Fingolfin, on two mountains, many years apart.

Edrahil loves Finrod. Silently, faithfully, to the bitter end.

Curufin adjusts to rebirth, and to the difficult gift of Finrod's forgiveness.

Arafinwë considers his place in the House of Finwë.

Eärendil considers destiny and love, alone in the cold on Vingilotë.

Maglor responds to the news of Maedhros' capture.

Glorfindel dances in memory of Elenwë at Tarnin Austa.

Maedhros departs for the parley with Morgoth.

Fingon and Turgon negotiate brotherhood and pain.

Beleg and Túrin's first meeting in the woods of Doriath.

Pengolodh and Erestor negotiate truth and a relationship after they both Sail to Valinor.

Newlywed Beleg contemplates the changes in his life.

Elves were not infrequent visitors; just a few weeks before Elanor had entertained Legolas and one of his sisters, and occasionally some of the Wandering Companies stopped for a chat on an evening. But usually they came around twilight, and almost never did one come that Elanor had never met before.

An evolving collection of little bits and drabbles, too short to publish on their own.

A wandering Elf comes to the Shire to see the Mallorn Tree, and is invited to dinner with the Gardner family.

Elrond loved most the scene painted behind their mother’s seat, a green forest glade decked with hemlock umbels and delicate niphredil, and Lúthien dancing in the center, her skirts blue as the morning sky and her hair like a dark shadow swirling around her as she spun, hands uplifted.

Gildor returns to Nargothrond for the last time.