New and Updated Writing

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?

Melkor cannot create a new race.  We know the discussions on Orcs - but what about Dragons?

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.

"Try your hand at a form of fanwork you have not done before"

It has been said that the Silmarillion is unfilmable.  That's probably true - but could it be made into a TV series as per Game of Thrones? (With, hopefully, a better ending).

This will (I hope) contain the suggested scripts for episodes of various seasons of a Silmarillion TV series.

A smitten young elf declares his love with a poem.

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...

He made his way unthinkingly deep into the forest, following his ears and his eyes, toward that which lured him madly. The nightingale sang more limpidly as he approached the focus of light.

Just the star-crossed lovers, doing their thing, I guess. Or, how did Fingon end up with gold ribbons in his hair. 

What happens after the battle at the Havens of Sirion, when Ambarussa die, when Nerdanel feels their death.

It's not the first pandemic Maglor sees.

Drabble, Hurin/Morwen. (drabble, english and french versions)

A great party has been thrown to celebrate Fingolfin’s return to life but Anairë finds not everyone is pleased by it. Gift fic for Isilloth and Grundy.