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She sits alone in her room and pulls the silmaril out. Stares at it in the dark until the light makes her cry. Weighs the blood of her kin staining the Fëanorians hands against the yet unspilled blood of the people she’s been told are her responsibility. Holds the question she’s never been able to answer in her hands and makes herself think — what makes a monster? She knows what her advisors say. She knows what her people whisper. She knows their blood will run red regardless of which set of monsters end up finally coming for them.

or: Elwing is sixteen when she finally comprehends the brutality of the war ravaging Beleriand, when she realizes what it means to be told the people of Sirion are hers to protect. She is sixteen and helplessly in love and her advisor tells her that she is safe in Sirion and she cannot believe him. She comes up with a plan to fix it.

Maedhros' horror at the burning of the ships. Inspired by a painting (see notes).

Eärendil has to find his way in this unfamiliar land. Luckily (or unluckily, depending on your point of view) for him, it's a time of festival in Valimar...

Ficlets written for Feanorian Week 2025

As Nargothrond reacts to Finrod's death, Celebrimbor secretly goes to Orodreth.

Maglor, having little will to live left in sinking Beleriand, is saved by tiny things.

In Valinor and homesick for Imladris, Celebrían decides to build a new one.

Maedhros, eldest son of Feanor, is captured by Morgoth and chained to the cliffs of Thargorodrim by his order. There is no hope of rescue until his dearest friend appears. (one-shot)

A reunion on the eve of Dagor Dagorath.

Orodreth watches Adanedhel bathe.

Annatar was settling in well with the Gwaith-i-Mírdain. Too well, in Celebrimbor's opinion.

Círdan watches Lalwen surf.

A drabble for @dorcuarthol week.

A reunion between Beleg and Túrin.

But at the very end of the letter she spoke of one more prisoner that Elladan and Elrohir had discovered in one of the deepest dungeons of Dol Guldur, locked away behind a door unopened in so long that the hinges had rusted. 

Maglor has been rescued from Dol Guldur, and now faces a long road of healing.

Eärendil comes to the Ring of Doom to plead before the Valar. 

Maeglin writes to Idril.

Cúrandil knows the stories, knows how their people first awoke in the water. How they came to walk the land and how the sea has called them back ever since.
It is their turn to follow the call now.

Any and all Silmarillion drabbles I have written will be posted in this story. May or may not fit in with anything else I've written.

Maglor performs the Noldolantë and the room reacts.

In the wake of his ravishing by Morgoth, Mairon, who was Arien, falls.

Fingon leaves a note for his family before attempting to rescue Maedhros