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Fingolfin meets the dying mother of Hador Lórindol.

In 1892, Fëanor Gates, Britain's most brilliant inventor, unveils a creation destined to change the world--though not all of his children are equally impressed.

Tales about Maglor.

Last Added: The Refusers (Maglor and Avari)

On the Helcaraxë at the first moonrise, past memories and future hope

A clan of Easterlings makes their way into Beleriand, where they forge an unlikely friendship with the very people they are supposed to betray.

After the War of Wrath, Finarfin rules in Tirion and Findis is left adrift, her former occupations no longer filling her days. Instead, she journeys with Indis to her house in the countryside, hoping that she might aid her remaining parent in staying just that - remaining to her.

What she finds there?

Well, not quite what was expected, but perhaps there is hope yet for her; small spots of brightness fighting against the sorrow of her house.

And flowers.

Lots of flowers.

Warning for many Findis feels.

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.