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Elrond, looking back.

"...love grew after between them, as little might be thought..."

What did they mean, these small, precise assemblages?

Arafinwë finds his sister in the battlefield, but not his brother. Will Lalwendë come with him back to Valinor? And what are his nephews up to?

Celebrimbor gives young Celebrían a gift.

From her mother, Galadriel had learned grace, composure, and how to veil the teeth of diplomacy in silk and soft words. From her grandmother, she learned when to bare those teeth. From her cousin she learned the value of will and the power of independence.

Her ambition was her own, and carefully stoked.

(And from Melian she learned nothing at all.)

The Valar have spoken. Arafinwë knows he has to make a big decision, but he's too tired to think clearly. His brother and sister are there for him, even at the moment of parting.

Túrin and Morwen talk.



100 words drabble written for the instadrabbling session on the SWG Discord server with the prompts: mother, drunk, evil, turn.

Double-drabble written for the instadrabbling session on the SWG Discord server with the prompts: children, unlikely, discovering, weird.



This counts 200 words in Word.

Maglor flirts with anti-establishment views and fails miserably at flirting with anything else. Elemmírë just wants him to work on his melisma.

Winter morning in Himring, the siedge of Angband time. Short look at the world with bright grey eyes. Vignette, Maedhros' POV.

Macalaurë cares for Tyelpë, with some interesting results.

The refugees from Dorthonion arrive in Dor-lomin.

Rian attempts to embrace their new environment, while her cousin Morwen mourns.

Maglor, still wandering, and a song originally sung by Judy Garland.

Celeborn arrives in Valinor and finds himself in Varda's halls as a guest for the first time.

A glimpse of Rian after Lalaith, the little daughter of her cousin Morwen, died from a plague sent by the Enemy.

Two lessons for Turin: one with Sador, and one with Beleg.

He learns not as much as he might.

Miriel and a book.

He should have seen it coming, Nolofinwe thought while Maitimo’s lips descended on his, hot and demanding. His nephew had stolen away to talk with him almost every time he visited Findekáno and it hadn’t escaped Nolofinwe how he looked at him – and he couldn’t deny that Maitimo was proving a hard trial for his self-control.

After Maitimo recognises Nolofinwe at a place for people of special tastes, they share a common secret. But is this a chance to have this kind of relationship with someone they care about or should they forget about it because of their close kinship?

Findekáno brings Maitimo home, but nothing is like it was between Nolofinwe and Maedhros after his imprisonment in Angband. Maedhros feels tainted and unworthy, but Nolofinwe is not going to give up on him.

What is left behind to linger in time.

An eagle arrives in Gondolin, bearing news of a great battle to come. Maeglin and Rog discuss their decision to march to war alongside the King.

Five short scenes with a twist, in five different locations. Each of them harder to write than the previous one!

1st Place, Ficlet: Elder Days & Smaug's Treasure, MEFA 2011

Celeborn visits the Greenwood in spring, and recalls a prior visit.

“He has led us in here against our fears, but he will lead us out again, at whatever cost to himself.  He is surer to find his home in a blind night than the cats of Berúthiel.”  Aragorn, Moria.

The story of a woman and her cats. 

Who would dream to drain a lake? 

An attempt to answer this question, posed by my prompt, for Middle-earth.

A few short reflections.