New and Updated Writing

Companion piece to Erinyator. Elrond, son and father.

But if he did not speak, then who would remember? If he did not tell them, his children would not know how much HE owed to Maglor, Maedhros. And he could not have his children think so badly of them.

So he nestled Elrohir’s head against his shoulder and began. ‘Once, long long ago, there were two small boys, twins…’

‘Like Elladan and me.’

Ailinel has to make a decision.

Tar-Telperiën is eager to enjoy her month of rest in the beautiful Summer of Nindámos, but something is not quite right.

Tar-Vanimeldë tries to mend a rift.

Lindissë writes a letter to her cousin Isilmë to tell her some news. (Implied past relationship between Lindissë and Silmariën.)

Just a short thing I needed to write, about post-Nargothrond Curufin and his painful hesitations regarding celebrimbor's decision.

In 1952, one astrophysicist brings forth a revolutionary idea about the universe. It sounds lunatic – by the words of the astrophysicst himself – but Maglor Feanorion knows it to be true.

Maedhros had not intended any of this.

The thought came to him as he watched the sleeping children snuggled under their blankets with the red light of the hearth fire against the softness of their cheeks, their dark heads just over the top of the blankets.

The smaller one snuffled and rubbed his nose in his sleep and Maedhros automatically smoothed his hand over the warm dark head and hummed the lullaby he had hummed over countless ages to other small boys. All dead now but one.

And this was not life. 

No. He had not intended this.

His stump itched and he scratched it carelessly; it did that when he remembered.

Nerdanel works in expressive forms of fabric and water, under very different circumstances.

It is Elros and Elrond's tenth birthday, and Middle-earth receives an unexpected gift.

A gift is forged in Middle-earth and passes through many hands to crown a queen. Written for the Team Storytelling challenge. Author and art credits are in the chapter notes.

Vardilmë speaks of her life.

At the Feast of Reuniting, Fingolfin finds himself missing Anaire.

After a few busy days, I read a discord discussion and had to write this utter crack.

But yes, whose is better, between Fëanor and Fingolfin?

Tindómiel searches for a teacher.

Perhaps, when there were still Entings, not all of them conformed to the expectations laid down for their gender?

From the Discord server session on 10 May 2020.

Maitimo had last seen Findekano in torchlight, in the lingering Unlight of the Darkening, before the starlight had returned.

A glimpse into a new life in Valinor of the Second Age for one of Finrod's companions. The pin-maker's son does not expect the new windfall before him.

The happy sequel to "Pins".

After Finrod's companions are reborn at the start of the Second Age, what do they do in the new eternity of peaceful paradise that awaits them?
How does a culture readjust?
What is Bân going to do with his second life?

Melkor cannot create a new race.  We know the discussions on Orcs - but what about Dragons?

A celebration of Nost-na-Lothion in Gondolin, seen mostly through the eyes of young Eärendil.

The world is dark. Nerdanel creates.

Mardil watches King Eärnur depart Minas Tirith with no expectation he will return.

"Try your hand at a form of fanwork you have not done before"

It has been said that the Silmarillion is unfilmable.  That's probably true - but could it be made into a TV series as per Game of Thrones? (With, hopefully, a better ending).

This will (I hope) contain the suggested scripts for episodes of various seasons of a Silmarillion TV series.