New and Updated Writing

A love song for every maid of truth in the Silm

A poem of Beren and Luthien

A poem for the great man

A song of the end of Angband and the folly of Melkor

A song of the elf king Thranduil

Waiting, ever waiting. Fingon, in the Halls of Mandos, cannot be re-embodied
until he has fulfilled what was left unfinished in life, because there is
something he still hsa to do before his heart can be at peace.

The deeds of Arda's most contentious heroes form Arda's most poignant songs. An illuminated poem. Updated with a Quenya translation by Almare.

For Oshun; Immediate aftermath of Nírnaeth Arnoediad.  Poetry

Dawn Felagund; One of the women of the House of Finwe, as the Elves who remained in Aman began to restore their civilization after the Darkening.

the musings of anaire after the flight of the noldor. poetry

for lignata - Isildur, not about the One Ring

On the ships fleeing Numenor

For dreamflower; Little Turin and Sador Labadal attempt 2

Sador muses on Turin's personallity.

For dreamflower; Little Turin and Sador Labadal attempt 1

Sador muses on the future of Turin

poetry request from Sildil  -  something angsty and elf related.

A young Gil-Galad leaves Nargothrond.

In the aftermath of the Kinslaying at Sirion, Maglor reflects on the death of his youngest brother. 

A more intimate recounting of aspects of the story of Erendis and Aldarion. Third chapter is posted now.

Maedhros’ hands -- a paean of sorts.

Matimo hears of Findekáno's morning.

They named it the Union of Maedhros. Maedhros was to be the right hand of the High-King, the Commander of Troops in the upcoming war. Moments of happiness are mixed in the dire political tension before the upcoming war, the war where all bonds of loyalty will be tested.

Olwe and Fingolfin had more cause than most to resent the Valar's tendency to leave dark lords unchallenged. A meditation on courgae, tragedy, and divine inaction.

Finrod and his werewolf

In Valinor, the effects of the rebellion are still very visible to the Noldor. Nerdanel and Aredhel are unwelcome in the city, both as reminders of the past, and as the two who flaunt the rules on fidelity.

Mounds of earth, or people's lives. A young woman, living in First Age Hithlum, grapples with grief and loss, and bakes bread.

Artistic vision often equals foresight.

How alike are Arwen and her famous foremother?

"Nine ships there were: four for Elendil, and for Isildur three, and for Anarion two; and they fled before the gale out of the twilight of doom into the darkness of the world. [...] And all the coasts and seaward regions of the western world suffered great change and ruin in that time; for the seas invaded the lands, and shores foundered."