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Then he heard movement in the bushes. He tensed, hand going to the hilt of his knife, but the next sound to emerge was a small whimper. “Eluréd?” called Elurín from across the camp.

“One moment,” said Eluréd. He crept closer to the sound, and parted a few branches to find a bundle of blankets, tightly wrapped, and something squirming and crying inside them.

“What is it?” Elurín asked from behind him.

“A child.”

Silver light poured through the windows, catching and refracting on the crystals hung about the room, twinkling like tiny stars. The court of Tirion was particularly splendid that evening, Indis thought as she sat upon the dais beside Finwë, watching the dancing. A rare event: all of their children and grandchildren were present, and even Fëanáro seemed to be in good spirits as he twirled about the floor with Ëarwen.

But still Indis felt uneasy.

Elwing lets the twins help her in the kitchen.

Celebrían takes Elrond to meet her friend the Riverdaughter, who has news for him about someone he thought lost.

Boromir lives!

...but then what? What might one additional man desperate to return to the defense of his homeland accomplish after cheating death?

A jaunty (I lie, we go Angst, here) romp through canon-adjacency

The line of Dol Amroth have often given birth to dreamers, people who see things invisible to others - some claim it a curse, some a blessing carried by their ancient Elven blood.

Imrahil, fresh from the battle of the Pelennor, names it loss.

Or hope?

Ñolofinwë’s eldest has always been flighty. Early in the First Age, Findekáno disappears three ways.

Written for the fan_flashworks challenge “storm”.

Maedhros cuts his hair off for the first time after Losgar, and never quite shakes the habit.

Or: Five hundred years of haircuts, give or take.

Idril loves Maeglin. He knows this is true, because she tells him it is. He loves her, too.

Edhellos has escaped, with a handful of others, from the battle in which her husband Angrod died. She has a request to make.

Arvedui decides to sail, despite warnings to wait.  (As told by a woman of the Lossoth.)

(The fate of Fíriel, wife of Arvedui, was never recorded; I like to think she was a tough cookie and had fought and fled with him to the Ice-bay of Forochel.)

There are many who wander in the lands of Middle-Earth. Some of them are lost, sojourners searching without knowing what they seek; some of them are only a little lost, knowing what they search for but not knowing how to find it. A few of them are very fortunate, not being lost at all. Many more are those who search in vain: not understanding the nature of the mirage on the horizon, they lose themselves in its pursuit.

One of many wanderers encounters Death upon a precipice.

After the fall of Dorthonion, Edhellos (originally named in Quenya Eldalote), Angrod's wife, has chosen to move to Barad Nimras, the tower that Finrod built in the Falas on a headland west of Eglarest.

Túrin struggles to protect Níniel and slay Glaurung, but which has he done?

Alternate Universe - Canon Divergent based on The Children of Húrin

Newly arrived in Lindon but fast to the High King's confidence, Elrond is officially announced to Gil-Galad's court. He learns what these formal affairs are really all about. Content warning for consensual hair-braiding and maybe one drunken kiss or two.

Celeborn misses Galadriel on a snowy night in Eregion. Ósanwë helps a little.

Curufin & Aredhel indulge in some spring wine. 

Melian & Mairon meet under unexpected circumstances in Beleriand and develop an unlikely sort-of friendship over the years. 

Haleth visits Thargelion on a cold, snowy evening.

Melkor has an OnlyFans & Mairon is his #1 subscriber. Modern!AU

Maedhros wakes to the warmth of Fingon wrapped around him.

Two friends discuss their fears and hopes on the shores of Cuiviénen. 

Maglor and Maedhros lead the remnants of their people into Ossiriand to escape the worst of the War of Wrath.

Celebrimbor travels to Númenor and finds a new direction to his life.

Maitimo was crossing the courtyard, thinking of lunch, when his father burst out of his workshop, where he had been holed up for the last several days, neither eating nor, as far as anyone could tell, sleeping. “Maitimo!” he cried, eyes alight with the fire of success. “Come! Come and see!”