New and Updated Writing

Caranthir hears of a Moriquendi tribe with a rather unusual practice. He wishes to seek their demise immediately, but one of his daughters selects a different path.

What Feanaro may have been thinking before that speech in Tirion

For Túrin, nothing turns out as he planned.
A series of drabbles (according to Libre Office) inspired by (of all things) the Sitcom! Bingo challenge and the Narn i Hîn Húrin.

Of the Island of Tol Úpahtëa, Caladan and the Orvlann.

While on vacation, a pair of young women decide to explore some ruins. One of them discovers something startling.

Second Age 595. The river-daughter visits Maglor son of Fëanor, and brings a gift that unlocks songs and thought. 

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.

Maeglin’s point of view after his betrayal and before his death.

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.

Quote-heavy essay on the Battle at the Sarn Athrad against the dwarves, editorial changes to rework the Death of Thingol to fit together with later drafts, and a possible way to reconcile drafts and conflicting canon.

It is high time that I explained a head-canon that became the bedrock upon which sits "Of Ingwë Ingweron". Building off some ideas about the Vanyar and my ideas and opinions about Cuiviénen, I landed on what I swear is not a crack theory.

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.”