New and Updated Fiction

In 1952, one astrophysicist brings forth a revolutionary idea about the universe. It sounds lunatic – by the words of the astrophysicst himself – but Maglor Feanorion knows it to be true.

Maedhros had not intended any of this.

The thought came to him as he watched the sleeping children snuggled under their blankets with the red light of the hearth fire against the softness of their cheeks, their dark heads just over the top of the blankets.

The smaller one snuffled and rubbed his nose in his sleep and Maedhros automatically smoothed his hand over the warm dark head and hummed the lullaby he had hummed over countless ages to other small boys. All dead now but one.

And this was not life. 

No. He had not intended this.

His stump itched and he scratched it carelessly; it did that when he remembered.

Nerdanel works in expressive forms of fabric and water, under very different circumstances.

It is Elros and Elrond's tenth birthday, and Middle-earth receives an unexpected gift.

A gift is forged in Middle-earth and passes through many hands to crown a queen. Written for the Team Storytelling challenge. Author and art credits are in the chapter notes.

Vardilmë speaks of her life.

After a few busy days, I read a discord discussion and had to write this utter crack.

But yes, whose is better, between Fëanor and Fingolfin?

Tindómiel searches for a teacher.

Perhaps, when there were still Entings, not all of them conformed to the expectations laid down for their gender?

From the Discord server session on 10 May 2020.

Maitimo had last seen Findekano in torchlight, in the lingering Unlight of the Darkening, before the starlight had returned.

A glimpse into a new life in Valinor of the Second Age for one of Finrod's companions. The pin-maker's son does not expect the new windfall before him.

The happy sequel to "Pins".

After Finrod's companions are reborn at the start of the Second Age, what do they do in the new eternity of peaceful paradise that awaits them?
How does a culture readjust?
What is Bân going to do with his second life?

A celebration of Nost-na-Lothion in Gondolin, seen mostly through the eyes of young Eärendil.

The world is dark. Nerdanel creates.

Mardil watches King Eärnur depart Minas Tirith with no expectation he will return.

Celebrían and Eärwen speak of husbands, children, and forgiveness. 

Uínen has saved Tar-Míriel from drowning, but that does not mean that all is well.

Discussion of death and cataclysm.

Beleriand had sang. Her waterfalls had been choruses of crystal upon rocks, her forests brimming with songs of nightingales. Valinor was only It; where I wandered I found no echoes of my sunken home, until I sought one of the primal woods of Oromë. I had been warned not to go there: shadows of broken things made home in the green shadows; feral things that could not be healed.

I hovered at the edge of the wood and in my hesitations pondered: was I broken enough to wander there?

Young Fëanáro doesn't like his baby half-brother. Until one particular day.

Findekano arrives in the world: a drabble set.

Fëanor talks about his father, his love for him, his remarriage, his unresolved bitterness. Character study, first person.

He approached the prey licking his nose, knowing he walked like a king who deserved reverence. The man just watched but didn’t back away. This was one stubborn human! Perhaps he, too, was famished?

AU in which Númenor fell long before Ost-in-Edhil.

Breakfast with the Feanorians, late in the First Age.

For Oshun's request: I can never find too many stories of the family of Elrond, Elros, Maglor and Maedhros. Write me another one!

Princes of the Noldor need to learn a great many things. But that doesn't mean they have to be thrilled about it...