New and Updated Writing

The Sindar have found out about the Kinslaying in Alqualonde and that Fingon was involved. Not a good time for Fingon, even though the Sindar have decided that he is less to blame than the Sons of Feanor--especially as Maedhros remains in the Marches and the cousins are communicating only by letter.

Interactive story! Ránsûl is on her way to Doriath to train with the warriors there. This is a right of passage for the men in her village and this is her story on how she got there and survived: at the same time. or perhaps she didn't make it and died. Or perhaps...

A contrast of constants and motion. Glorfindel reflects on his homes, his lives and his king - oh, and on sex in unusual places.

A drabble series written for Tolkien Weekly's "Trees" challenge, centered around the beginning of the Second Age.

This does not pretend to be the story of the Nirnaeth Arnoediad. That is a vast tale of a battle to rival the Battle of the Somme in our own time, with all its moments of terror and heroism (plus dragons, balrogs, and the death of a king). This is just about Gildor, son of Lalwen, and Glorfindel of the House of the Golden Flower (which Gildor assures me sounds better in Quenya) and something of their experience during those six days of horror.

Instead of Morgoth, they released Míriel. It's only sightly less tragical.

Fingon and Maedhros en route on their way to visit Hurin in Dor-lomin.

Annatar thoughts after Celebrimbor's death. Ficlet, english and french.

So, how did Glorfindel of Gondolin make his (posthumous) way to Middle-earth in order to become Glorfindel of Rivendell? The relevant canon is full of uncertainties and contradictions.

I like to think it might have happened as follows...

Back from Thangorodrim... Maedhros feelings for his former friend Fingon. English and french versions. (ficlet)

Maedhros pleure une fois tous les 400 ans, et sa mère tente de le consoler... Maedhros/Fingon, Fingon/OC.

C'est jour de fête à Himring... (Ficlet, Beren/Luthien, Maedhros/Fingon) Version française + traduction en anglais.

At the end of his life, Elros recieves an unanticipated visitor. 

Sauron recounts his discovery of the fell beasts to Finrod, who visits the former Dark Lord during his imprisonment in the Halls of Mandos, in a tale of adventure and a bit of the macabre.

Pandë!verse-centric.  A little gory, some coarse language, mild sexual references.

Chapter 2 added:  Over tankards of ale, served in the replica of a familiar inn, Sauron continues his tale to Finrod:  his instructions to the Lord of the Nazgûl (who receives a disagreeable task); his uncertainties concerning the wisdom of leaving Mordor; and his journey to Layla’s homeland, where the Forbidden Valley lies.

The Royal Couple of Tirion Spent the Mingling Hour of the Trees Together

Maedhros, Fingon... Des cadeaux. 

Wherever Túrin goes, emotional turmoil is sure to follow. The marches of Doriath are no exception.

Turgon ponders whether to go to battle, and Maeglin makes his decision clear.

Les ruines du Beleriand... (drabble) Version française + traduction en anglais.

Idril and Tuor have sailed into the West... but will they ever reach it?

One long, meandering conversation between Ecthelion and Glorfindel.

I could say it's about aesthetics.
I could say it's about the author having fun with implicit characterization.
I could also say it's about vases, and grapes, and Maedhros.

 

The usual caveat applies: these are my versions of these characters, and while this story does not contradict canon, it does not have much to do with it, either. It's pure (s)elf-indulgence...

I had half a mind to throw your letter in the fire and let you wait another few months. After all, I told myself, he has waited thirty-four years. Surely he can wait a little more.

Fingon and Maglor correspond as Maedhros heals. Warning for descriptions of torture and mentions of rape.

So a shipwright, a high-king, and a seriously miffed Galdor walk into a bar…

Indis takes on a new servant, leading her to reminisce about life before Aman.

I got distracted by myself and my obsessing over a picture and forgot the prompt that I was writing. Tarion Anarore asked for "Hmm... The one with Fingon at the onset of the Dagor Bragollach." And instead she got Fingon and a bird!

Thanks, Ignoble Bard, for the Beta and entertainment along with the nitpicking. Your generosity is never taken for granted.