New and Updated Writing

For years, people had said that Imladris, or Rivendell in the common tongue, was a wonderful place. It was peaceful, it was beautiful, it was welcoming—a perfectly lovely place to be.

What many of them neglected to mention was that despite the hospitality of its residents and the beauty of the valley, Imladris was rather…unnatural.

(A Castle Glower AU)

An army marches to the War of Wrath.

An Orc is writing to their loved one in the War of Wrath.

A drabble about sea longing without ever using the word sea. Or longing.

Drabbles created (and now polished) from February 15, 2025 Maedhros & Maglor week-themed Instadrabbling session)

“Forswear the oath, then!” Elrond raises his voice. 

“The oath was sworn in the name of Ilúvatar,” Maedhros explains. “It cannot be broken, lest we be doomed to everlasting darkness.”

“Seems to me you're both f****d either way,” Elros says. “So what's the harm in asking?”

"Elros, I will not tolerate that language in my halls. For someone of your stature, it's unbecoming." Maedhros conveniently ignores the question.

The War of Wrath has started, and the kidnap family is coming to an end. 

This is how the conversation went.

Notes and writings on Celebrimbor, following the 30-Day Character Study challenge prompts.

Maglor, Fingon and Finrod go for a picnic, and Maglor is in a bad mood. Written for the Dark Matter challenge prompt: 'the letter E'.

“They left everything behind? All of their families?” Elrond asks.
“Yes.”
“All for a magic stone?” he asks.
“Yes. A very special, very magical stone,” Maglor says, unsure why he should have to justify his deeds to a child.

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Maglor tells Elrond and Elros a story. Maedhros listens.

The king's natural philosophers are an elite group of men of science in Armenelos. When one of them is discovered to be (apparently) a woman in disguise, he is expelled from their ranks. Unfortunately, his youth and beauty draw the interest of the king, and there is no one with the power to protect him, not even the High Priest himself, although to the philosopher's surprise, Tar-Mairon tries...

A possible origin story for the Mouth of Sauron.

After the Dagor Bragollach, Hiril contemplates past and future, despair and acceptance: an illustrated drabble and a half.

A gathering place for ficlets of varying length written in response to prompts, prods and as gift ficlets.

New (added February 15/16, 2025): Instadrabbling fics from various SWG server sessions in early 2025 (marked in the respective chapter notes) as well as a few spontaneous drabbles. 

Alphangil lives in Eglarest following the Dagor Bragollach, while Fingon remains in Hithlum. During a visit by Maedhros they find a way to bridge the distance.

Alphangil surprises her wife Fingwen and their lover Maedhris in the gardens of Barad Eithel. Fluff and smut ensue.

A short tale exploring young Thranduil's arrival in Greenwood the Great, and how he came to consider it home.

When Melian and Thingol met they stood enchanted, staring at each other for two hundred years. Why could no one find them in all those years? And what actually happened between them during that time? 

Annatar sets off on a journey, challenging Celebrimbor to create something in his absence. Later, Celebrimbor uses the Ring of Air for the first time.

O Kheled-zâram fair and wonderful!

Series of snippets focusing on Finrod and written for the Restoration & Rebuilding and Jubilee challenges

A meeting between a visually impaired singer and a flute-playing future king.

Maedhros closes the shutters, one by one. "You're late," he says, voice low but not unkind.

In the early days of the Noldorin settlement in East Beleriand, an ominous arrival disturbs the peace of mind of Maedhros and his people.

Maglor prepares for the Winter Solstice celebration, but Elrond and Elros disagree with his choice of clothing.

Or: in which the Noldor invented waistcoats

Boys will be boys and the middle Feanorian brothers take it a step too far.

2nd place winner of ALEC's (A Long Awaited Contest) September challenge - 'Don't Tell Me, I Don't Want To Know'