New Challenge: Title Track
Tolkien's titles range from epic to lyrical to metaphorical. This month's challenge selected 125 of them as prompts for fanworks.

What happened to Maglor? Does Elured and Elurin live? Did the sons of Elrond choose the doom of man or the fate of the eldar? Find out in the Opus of the tales untold!

A modern AU centering around the house of finwë: who they are how they grow, and in the end, how they love. Mostly Russingon centric, but definitely involving other characters pretty liberally, especially the other feanorians.

Amras and Elurin's wedding night may not be traditional, but it is Noldorin.

“Come eat your supper, Eluréd,” said Nellas. “Afterward we’ll build a bonfire on the hillside, and I’ll teach you how they used to dance at Cuiviénen.”

Eluréd and Elurín are lost. They meet somebody in the woods, though. Perhaps they can all be lost together.

Elured and Elurin are looking for the source of the River Langwell when they get distracted by a landslide.

When word reached Rivendell that Frodo was abroad and Gandalf was missing, it was Glorfindel's lot to take the road, and Eluréd and Elurín's to ride south.

“But no, it is not ruins or pottery I am interested in. They told me that Maglor was living on Himling.”
Círdan set down his glass. He did not look surprised. “I had heard rumors,” he said. “The fishermen up the coast that way are a superstitious folk, and I’ve long thought that their ghost stories might have a particular source. But I did not think he was still there, or that he’d gone out to Himling Isle.”
“It makes sense,” Elrond said, staring down into his glass and watching the liquid catch the sunlight as he turned it in his fingers. “Is there a boat I could borrow?”

When the sons of Feanor come to Doriath to claim the Silmaril by force, Elurín and Eluréd learn that evil is not always beastly and that sometimes, the monsters from your nightmares are the only hope at hand.
The Silmarillion/Doctor Who crossover
Or: "The Angels Take Doriath" (my working title)
“People assume that time is a strict progression of cause to effect, but actually – from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint – it's more like a big ball of wibbly wobbly... time-y wimey... stuff.” [Doctor Who, Series 2, Episode 10 „Blink“]

"All right, hunting down Daeron the Minstrel: that sounds like fun. But where would we even begin to look for him?"

The door out of which Elves stepped into new life was a small one. It opened into a glade of grass and ferns and fragrant flowers. It swung open on silent hinges one quiet evening, when the sky in the west was purple and the sky in the east night-dark, and the stars burned bright overhead. A cricket hid in the grass and chirped. An owl swooped overhead on silent wings.

"Ah!" The strange man peered more closely at them. "Elves coming east!" He seemed to find the idea funny, and sat down with them on the grass to laugh. "And what are your names, little elf children?"

After Doriath's fall, Nellas heads east, with Dior's sons in tow.

Gil-Galad reflects on his heritage and pens a letter to the man he thinks (hopes?) might be his father.

While exploring Tol Fuin, Eluréd meets an albatross. They chat.

Eluréd and Elurín go exploring on Himling, and find someone rather unexpected.

Dior receives word from the sons of Fëanor asking for the Silmaril.

Dior receives the Silmaril in the Nauglamir.

The family of Dior move to Menegroth after the death of Thingol.

Dior was forewarned. Unfortunately, forewarned doesn’t mean ready to listen…

In the aftermath of the Second Kinslaying (some gore and horror themes). (Artwork)

Dreams tell Dior to stop the madness, but the young king doesn't listen.

Stay alive until this horror show is past
Eregion has fallen; Sauron is closely pursuing Elrond and Celeborn’s forces, who desperately need somewhere to hide.