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S.A. 583. The one where Maglor dares to hope again, and the river-daughter leaves her nest. Featuring: Ossë, Uinen, the Baranduin, the Men of the Minhiriath, and Eriador Avari.

Or, Tom Bombadil and Goldberry, before they became Tom Bombadil and Goldberry.

Maglor rescues Celebrían before the orcs take her deep into their caves. Life in Imladris will never be the same.

Celebrimbor has a nagging suspicion that something is wrong while he works on the ninth ring to be given to Men.

Written for the Silmarillion Writers Guild B-Movie challenge.

How do you pass the time when you know you're facing eternity? 

Maglor agrees to appear in a student production of The Pirates of Penzance, and gets more than he bargained for. 

Five people Finarfin did not expect, and one he did.

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It was the Silmarils that had sent Fëanor on his mad way to Beleriand like a falling star, pulling all the youth and brightness of my life in a long tail after him; and the very Silmaril Elwing and Ëarendil brought here now had drawn Finrod my son into darkness and death, and torn him to pieces.

"To be fair, that was the wolf,” Finrod said.

A blade forged from star-metal by the hand of an Elf from Nan Elmoth proves to be capable of speech, thought, and being judgmental.  No, not that one, another one.

Or, in which Maeglin is justly killed with his own treachery, but somewhat differently than the old tales convey.

Inspired by the leaf decor dagger.

The story of the Quorin, the Silent People, and their home on Tol Úpahtëa.

The brewing of ale and beer was a woman's work, and thus (because Bunn is a terrible enabler) this little ficlet about Anairë and Nerdanel and some unexpected lavender happened.

Amnesty sitcom fic for the You did WHAT?!? prompt.

A strange ship sails into Lindon. Who could it be?

Lalwen knows exactly what she wants. So does Círdan, really, though for him it's more complicated.

A Yuletide Ball set in Vinyamar in the First age.

This work is for elemmire-of-aman for the Tolkien Secret Santa Exchange 2018.

It can be read as a standalone or as part of the Silver & Gold Verse (soon to be published)

Prompt: Glorfindel, Fingon, Maedhros, Russingon. No NSFW.

Erendis does not love the Sea.

The Sea loves her, anyway.

Modern setting AU. Maedhros/Fingon. Maedhros owns a bookstore. Fingon is in grad school. Expect appearances from varied members of the House of Finwë. Except Finwë--he's already dead in this story. This is a modern take on how Maedhros and Fingon meet and develop a relationship. Brothers, sisters, family and roommates--the gang's all here!

Cover artwork of Fingon and Maedhros by the incomparable cinemairon. So grateful, humbled and awed to have this amazing art be part of this story of mine. 
Check out the tumblr at http://cinemairon.tumblr.com

Ossë's rebellion. I used the quote from the Fall of Arthur off the starter course to create this Fish Course dish... I have no regrets.

In the South from sleep
to swift fury
a storm was stirred,
striding northward
over leagues of water
loud with thunder
and roaring rain
it rushed onward.

“But no, it is not ruins or pottery I am interested in. They told me that Maglor was living on Himling.”

Círdan set down his glass. He did not look surprised. “I had heard rumors,” he said. “The fishermen up the coast that way are a superstitious folk, and I’ve long thought that their ghost stories might have a particular source. But I did not think he was still there, or that he’d gone out to Himling Isle.”

“It makes sense,” Elrond said, staring down into his glass and watching the liquid catch the sunlight as he turned it in his fingers. “Is there a boat I could borrow?”

Nerdanel receives comfort and healing from an unexpected source. Draws on content from Fourth Father, Enemies to Sons, and my 2018 Feanorian Week drabbles.

Written for the Silmarillion Writers Guild challenge of using the first line of the nearest thing - I opened a magazine and found: “When tragedy strikes home, we find moments of healing where we can - often in encounters with one another.”

The story of two elves from Nargothrond, neither important enough to be mentioned in the family trees of kings or heroic songs, who lost their names in Angband's slavery. The childhood companion of Finduilas Faelivrin must take the princess's identity to survive in the enemy's hands. Another prisoner, regretting he did not join Beren’s quest, tries his best to save her.

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The later half of The Silmarillion from the POV of prisoners in Angband, as inspired by A Dance with Dragons.

The Valier go on their annual camp-out, and Manwë's curiosity gets the best of him.

Gil-gala, Idril Celebrindal and Celebrimbor meet on the Isle of Balar.

Ereinion Gil-galad sets out for the Falas.

December 25 3018: The Fellowship have just left Imladris...

A song from the heart may melt snow and ice - and bitter hearts.
Young Elrond and Elros establish a dear family tradition.

Elwing does paperwork. 

The ordinary deeds of everyday life in Lindon and Tirion, through letters. A followup to Scion of Kings.

"The Great Desert was a circle of blinding whiteness and glare. A leaden sun beat down from directly overhead, burning nothing but silence and salt. Elrohir stood in his saddle and looked out over salt flats without end. Crossing Harad’s central plains in the shimmering daytime heat was reckless. To anyone less experienced with the desert it would have been deadly."

After a long and perilous search Glorfindel found Elrond's missing son in Far Harad - only to lose him again. Will Elrohir's odyssey, across Middle-earth from the furthest South to the North, finally lead him to Rivendell? And what will he find once he gets there?

Sequel to Under Strange Stars, but can perfectly well be read on its own. This story is complete, and will be posted in weekly installments. Your feedback is very much appreciated!
As always, a big bow and thank you to my wonderful beta Dawn Felagund.