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All of Caranthir's preconceived notions are turned on their head when he finds himself falling for the most unlikely person possible -- his annoyingly perfect half-cousin, Finrod.

Written for Dawn Felegund for Sultry in September 2013.

Once Morwen finally arrives in Doriath to be reunited with her son, she learns that not all of her sacrifices made have been in vain.

Written for Ludovica for Sultry in September 2013.

Long ago in Valinor, Finrod and Celegorm faced opposing expectations, one a symbol of Eldarin potential and the other abandoned to a life of leisure, and neither fully certain of his place among the Noldor. Now, after the Dagor Bragollach, their fates collide when Celegorm and Curufin, fleeing the destruction of their realm, take harbor in Nargothrond. As both work to mend the myriad hurts between their houses, each discovers a secret about the other and, most surprising of all, the desire that grows between them. But as each of their oaths begin to call, their growing love might not survive the inevitability of their fates. Written for Urloth for Sultry in September 2013.

The Feanorians have retreated to Amon Ereb after the Fall of Doriath. The first night after their arrival, they assemble in the hall, waiting for Maglor to play for them.

Includes a flashback to Maglor's encounter with Daeron at the Mereth Aderthad.

By the time she saw one of her sons again, the world was nearly at an end. She did not expect him to return so scarred.

These are my responses in graphic format to B2MeM 2013 prompts.

If we shadows have offended,
Think but this, and all is mended,
That you have but slumber'd here
While these visions did appear.
--Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream

Sitting together for tea, Curufinwë reveals that he actually cares and Artanis realises that she does not know.

A story of the Time of the Trees.

Thuringwethil pays a visit to someone she once knew. (Rather onesided Lúthien/Thuringwethil).

Elrond on the night before he sails to Middle-earth to search for Maglor.

Melkor, doubting.

Prompt by blondebabe800 at comment_fic - "Any, any, is this the place that I've been dreaming of?" Turgon considers Gondolin.

Maedhros has choices aplenty. 50 words, M/F.

Thingol, Melian & music

A lesson for an impatient young Maia.

An explanation for Cirdan's beard at last?

Morgoth and dragons.

Erendis is kept busy.

Findekáno's fingers, rough and calloused (but never as rough as his skin, never as worn and tan as five years of hanging on a mountain make you), trace his bare arm. He knows this because he can see him doing it. He cannot feel it. Maedhros/Fingon

"You hate picking flowers," I said suddenly, remembering something from long ago. "Or...at least you did." She smiled again, and it was brilliant. "I still do." Maedhros/Idril Friendship Fic

It is the Mereth Aderthad, the Feast of Reuniting, and Maglor is enjoying good food, fine wine, and, well, rather mediocre entertainment. He does not expect the minstrel to begin singing a cruel song about his brother, nor the reuniting to actually happen.

After Beleriand sinks, Celeborn and Oropher have one last discussion before parting.

Mostly prompt responses and other random things that take beloved fanon assumptions and flout them.
Inverted fanons so far: - Maglor + Daeron = BFF

Melkor's capture and execution.

Findekáno glances at his cousin, his best friend, the one he's risked life and limb to find and save, only to bring him back to find he hasn't saved him at all. Maitimo's dull eyes are unfocused and don't react to the voices speaking in hushed tones around him. The Maitimo he knew is gone, replaced by a puppet with empty eyes.

Three brothers, a summer day, and a mother's foresight. A vignette concerning names.