New Challenge: Everyman
Create a fanwork about an ordinary character in the legendarium using a quote about an unnamed character as inspiration.

From the Discord server sessions on 25 March, 29 March, and 12 April 2020.

The elves of Vinyamar move to Gondolin.
18: "Because I could not stop for death
Death kindly stopped for me
The carriage held but just ourselves and
Immortality".
Emily Dickinson.

Family life at the Havens of Sirion.
13: "Your kingdom is gone. If it is to be restore, which I doubt, it must be from small beginnings". Unfinished Tales

Sometimes little things make a big difference. Flowers, for example.

Artanis (Galadriel) and Itarille (Idril) make their way across the Grinding Ice with their kindred. They bond with each other over the shared horror they're experiencing, and observe local flora whenever it crosses their path.

The march of Fingolfin from Lanthir Lammoth to Thangorodrim.
"It was night again."

Turgon sends Idril away, but Tuor follows her.

A midwinter dalliance grows into something neither Elemmakil nor Voronwë expect. Duty, family and the ghosts of their past lie between them, and beyond the Hidden City, the shadows lengthen and grow deep...

Idril enlists the aid of Glorfindel and Ecthelion in preparing an escape route from Gondolin.

There's something wrong with Maeglin and Idril's right to be concerned
Written for Day five of Gondolin Week

Glorfindel tells Bilbo about the silver bells on Asfaloth's halter.
last bingo number N37

Five people Finarfin did not expect, and one he did.
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It was the Silmarils that had sent Fëanor on his mad way to Beleriand like a falling star, pulling all the youth and brightness of my life in a long tail after him; and the very Silmaril Elwing and Ëarendil brought here now had drawn Finrod my son into darkness and death, and torn him to pieces.
"To be fair, that was the wolf,” Finrod said.

A blade forged from star-metal by the hand of an Elf from Nan Elmoth proves to be capable of speech, thought, and being judgmental. No, not that one, another one.
Or, in which Maeglin is justly killed with his own treachery, but somewhat differently than the old tales convey.
Inspired by the leaf decor dagger.

Gil-gala, Idril Celebrindal and Celebrimbor meet on the Isle of Balar.

Betrayed by Feanor and his sons, Fingolfin's host must brave the Helcaraxë to travel from Valinor to Middle Earth. The Grinding Ice takes freely without anything being offered. It takes bodies and souls, smiles and warm feelings, it takes the last of their innocence, and their ability to forgive.

Tuor and Idril must go on voyaging on Earrame forever.
But their friends on Tol Eressea find a way to help them deal with it.

Raising a child of the house of Finwë is no small task, and Elenwë is plagued with doubts as Idril grows to become much like her father’s family. She sets out to give her daughter a gift worthy of a Noldorin princess.

Rían falls unconscious on the Hill of Slain and awakes in Gondolin.

“When twenty years of the Sun had passed, Fingolfin King of the Noldor made a great feast; and it was held in the spring near to the pools of Ivrin, whence the swift river Narog arose, for there the lands were green and fair at the feet of the Mountains of Shadow that shielded them from the North. The joy of that feast was long remembered in later days of sorrow; and it was called Mereth Aderthad, the Feast of Reuniting.”

Idril watches Gondolin burn.

After the Fall of Gondolin, Maeglin's more than a little broken. Is there any hope for him?

After far too long, Annael of the Grey-elves reunites with one he thought lost.

Though all seems bright in Gondolin, Idril is troubled.