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Someone is planting bombs in Minas Tirith.

Early in the Forth Age, when King Elessar's life is threatened, it is up to the young prince and an unlikely ally to bring down the threat to the realms of Men.

But in the chaos of a city rocked by violence, Prince Eldarion Telcontar will discover the true meaning of his inheritance.

Minor catastrophes cluster on the site of an archaeological dig and someone even gets hurt. But it could be worse, as an unexpected arrival changes the course of events. Then something happens in the middle of the night... And it turns out that our heroine can't tell anybody, at least not in (academic) print.

Now with bonus gapfiller from Maglor's point of view.

Or, Three Attempts to Get Out of Archery Practice

Three triple drabbles written for the It comes in Threes challenge, featuring various Ainur.

Minyelmë comes to Tirion to see Lalwen, arriving just in time to see things come to a head.

A Dwarf, a Man, and an Elf race across a grassy plain... Except that these three are original characters of the First Age racing across the plain of Ard-galen and their plight is rather different.

Climbing partners get very accustomed to saving each other's lives. The habit can prove hard to break, as Findekáno and Maitimo discover.

We are told that Galadriel was “the only woman of the Noldor to stand ... tall and valiant among the contending princes” upon the summit of Túna, when Feanor made his Oath. But why? What about Aredhel: what was she up to?

In this story, I attempt to answer that question, while Írissë and Artanis discuss family matters.

Ar-Pharazôn takes part in the first ceremony of the new Temple, and Zigûr is there to help him.

Months have passed since the Nirnaeth, but Glorfindel and Ecthelion are not quite over it yet.

Contains dark themes, humour, and slash, mixed together pretty evenly, I hope.

The Silmarillion states that the entire Dwarven race is descended from the seven Dwarves Aule made: the Seven Fathers of the Dwarves.

...Seven Fathers? Really? And Zero Mothers?

I have attempted to explain this absurdity here. In a deeply scientific and scholarly way.

Set in Cuiviénen. The future kings of the Eldar discuss Oromë's invitation. There is cake, and tea.

Very canon-ish, sorry.

Fëanor is not always the easiest person to talk to, not even for a powerful Vala like Melkor. Luckily, one of the Fëanorions has better taste in conversation.

As a result, Melkor gets to indulge in two of his favourite pastimes: stirring up trouble, and discussing his creative process.

Fingon, Angrod, and Aegnor wish to be more alike.

At the dawn of the Fourth Age, Maglor leaves Gondor. He hopes that his pilgrimage leads him to Cuiviénen.

Celegorm stalks through the halls of Menegroth.

Fëanáro came himself, fey, a blazing torch in the darkness. “No,” Nerdanel said. “I will not go with you.”

Here is a song called Of Finrod and Bëor as was sung in Rivendell in the Third Age of the world. It is but a fragment from the Lay of Felagund, which told the story of Finrod Felagund in full. It was first cast into Sindarin in Imladris by some of the High Elves who dwelt there for a time, and later into Westron.

I: Of Finrod tarrying in Ossiriand

III. Of Finrod spying Men in the woods

III: Of Finrod's song of Valinor

IV: Of the waking of Men and the conversation of Finrod and Bëor

V: Of the disquiet of the Green-elves and the passing of Men into Beleriand

VI: Of the death of Finrod Felagund and the deeds of the House of Bëor

Coda

Ambarussa entered the forests together, but soon parted, clasping hands and grinning at one another.

The dead have no mouths, and cannot scream. That does not stop Curufin from trying as he watches Vairë’s tapestries ravel before his eyes

“Have you an interest in gardening, Carnistir?”

Grey ships depart Mithlond

Before his first performance in Tirion, Maglor receives a gift from his father and grandfather.