New and Updated Writing

Erestor just wants some peace and quiet. It never lasts.

For S&D 2025 Slide 156 by maglor-my-beloved

Caranthir lay on the cold ground of Menegroth, gasping, when he heard it. Her.
“Don’t cry,” she whispered, calm, soothing.
He sobbed.

Caranthir is dying. Haleth is there to take him home.
for S&D 2025 Slide 102

“You’re not going to break me,” Russo huffed, finally cracking open his eyes, which were bright with amusement. “They could not, what makes you think you could?”

For Scribbles and Drabbles 2025 SFW Slide 33
 

Two years after Eöl's death, Maeglin reflects, and Rog tries to be supportive.

For Scribbles and Drabbles Slide 25 Maeglin looks over Caragdûr by Myrtaceaae

Dye Days are uncomfortable. The newly arrived party from Imladris makes it even more uncomfortable.

Written for S&D 2025, Slide 18 Blood On Their Hands by Zhie

There hadn’t been much left of Gil-galad to pick up when Elrond had found the place he had fallen.

Celebrían and Elrond construct a memorial to Gil-galad.
For S&D 2025 Slide 8

Dior prepares for his final standoff with the Sons of Fëanor.

Scribbles and Drabbles SFW Art 54 - Last Stand by PeasantPlayer

When Celebrimbor's attempts at forging the Rings of Power fail yet again, Annatar knows where to find the missing know-how.
For all the wrong reasons, Celebrimbor agrees to an expedition to the ruins of Angband to search Morgoth's own laboratory, deep in the icy Northern Wastes.
What awaits those two in the Hells of Iron?
A spooky season special, inspired by H.P. Lovecraft's 'At the Mountains of Madness'.

Ossë raged.

Lúthien, a woman who has spent her entire existence being acted upon — desired, directed, possessed, mourned, celebrated, but never truly seen — reaches the end of her borrowed life and discovers that death is not an ending but the first free choice she has ever been permitted to make.
 

Tar-Míriel dreams of the sea, and finds no comfort.

The second time Haleth found her way to the glade full of white and yellow flowers, she wasn’t hunting game. She was, however, looking for the stranger.

Haleth meets a stranger in the woods who changes her life forever.

History remembers Curufin as the villain. There are a few who think better of him. 

Written for the Taboo challenge - will give warnings on chapters as appropriate.

The falcon joined her on the second day of watching. And stayed with her, watching her … Galadriel would say surreptitiously, if birds could do more than blankly stare. It was unnerving. The falcon preened its dark feathers occasionally, but otherwise watched the disembarking Elves with the same keen gaze as Galadriel.
Under the moonlight of the third night the falcon shivered, stretched, and shifted to become one who had been thought lost.
 

Elwing reunites with Galadriel before the War of Wrath.

It was Írissë who caught Elenwë’s final breath.

Aredhel tries to save Elenwë.

Thuringwethil is entranced by Luthien's Song.

Set in Keiliss' Sanctuary 'verse, where Erestor, Gil-galad, and Elrond road trip around modern day South Africa, looking for a missing Glorfindel. This takes place after they find him but before they return to Europe. I guess he wanted to take them to a special place special he knew, before they left.

Anairë and Nerdanel have their own thoughts about going to Beleriand.

A collection of drabbles about women in Tolkien's Legendarium. 

Vána greets the coming spring.

On a walk with Findaráto, Findis learns about her nephew's fear, and decides to do something against it. 

A Petrarchan sonnet on the ruins of Ost-in-Edhil.

Faramir makes his way through the Dead Marshes to find the Éothéod and is reminded of past summers with their leader, Marhgals.

Hunleth returns to her people after receiving an education (and getting into a bit of trouble) in Nargothrond, only to realize that she doesn't even know the easiest practical skills, like baking bread.

He turned to find a pair of kittens, one white with black socks and the other black with white-tipped ears, chasing a piece of string around as an elf dragged it across the flagstones. He sat cross-legged on the ground, rather than on the bench beside him; when he looked up his eyes were bright, and his smile was easy. “Good afternoon!” he said. “You must be Master Samwise. Are you lost?”

“I beg your pardon!” Sam said, hurriedly bowing. “I seem to have gotten turned around somewhere.”

Sam meets Maglor, first in Rivendell and again in Minas Tirith.