New Challenge: Twenty-Five
It's been twenty-five years since the release of the "Fellowship" film transformed Tolkien fandom. This month's challenge looks back on iconic lines and scenes from the film trilogy.

Findekano exclaimed, "Russandol, will you please just tell me who I am married to? And you can tell me who you are married to, while you're at it."
Maitimo took a deep breath, as if to gather his courage. Then he began, "Findekano, we are married . . ."
"Yes, we've established that much!"
"To eachother," Maitimo finished.
"Oh!" breathed Findekano, too shocked to think of anything else to say. But as his shock receded, he quickly became intrigued by the notion of his handsome, kind, clever, and quietly sarcastic best friend being one and the same as his husband.
Meanwhile, Maitimo was maundering on in an endearing fashion, “But don't worry, I'm happy to be only a friend to you from now until you recover your memories. Or forever, if you come to your senses and decide that you'd prefer not to be tied to me for the rest of eternity."
"Russandol, stop being ridiculous and kiss me," commanded Findekano.
Or, in which Findekano suffers a head injury and loses four Ages worth of memories. He is delighted to learn that his best friend makes for a most excellent husband (even if Maitimo did conquer two kingdoms a few Ages ago under the mistaken impression that his family would suffer eternal torment in the Void if he didn’t).

Maglor just after the attack on Sirion
Part of the same Universe as Thangorodrim, Vodka and Unhinged

Colour now has returned to him. His cheeks and nose are pink with the early morning chill, his grey eyes are bright, and he is well enough to manage daily walks along the lakeshore with Fingon, a few dawn-quiet moments stolen together before the rest of camp wakes.

Fingon has a practiced method for breaking Maedhros out of a difficult mood.

Fingon has avoided his best friend and lover ever since Maedhros was Reborn a decade ago. As Fingon can’t ever imagine forgiving Maedhros for the Kinslayings, avoiding him seems like the kindest course of action.
Oddly enough, Earendil the Mariner and his wife Elwing have forgiven Maedhros. Earendil has even invited Maedhros to join his crew in advance of an expected Void monster incursion. Since Fingon refuses to miss out on the fun of monster fighting, he decides he'll just have to ignore Maedhros during the voyage.
Fingon did not expect for his heart to nearly stop when Maedhros recklessly volunteered himself as a monster distraction. In the wake of this development, Fingon realizes that he has forgiven Maedhros enough to still be in love with him.
It follows logically that Fingon should ask Maedhros to marry him. As Fingon has never once in his life hesitated after he’s decided what ought to be done, he proposes immediately.
Unfortunately for Fingon, Maedhros firmly believes that Fingon is better off without him.
Fortunately for Fingon, he's always been able to out-stubborn Maedhros.

Maedhros goes to a party with Fingon. Fingon tries to get him to loosen up, but it takes until they accidentally walk in on Finrod and Maglor for things to start happening...
Still, Maedhros ends up having a lovely time. (PWP)

Maglor takes an orc captive. The two of them run into trouble on the road.
Many years later, Maedhros and Maglor take comfort in each other.

Post-reembodiment, Maedhros and Fingon dwell in perfect bliss in the peace of Valinor. Life is sweet. Revisiting an old favorite in the sex act repertoire, Maedhros discovers something new.

Fingon clapped the stranger on the shoulder as he cheerfully informed Maedhros, "Fealasso here is the captain of your bodyguards. They will keep you safe during the community service you’ve volunteered to do in Alqualonde and Tol Eressea.”
Maedhros closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose as he struggled for patience.
Or, Fingon outmaneuvers Maedhros. It’s for his own good, of course.

Fingon clapped the stranger on the shoulder as he cheerfully informed Maedhros, "Fealasso here is the captain of your bodyguards. They will keep you safe during the community service you’ve volunteered to do in Alqualonde and Tol Eressea.”
Maedhros closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose as he struggled for patience.
Or, Fingon outmaneuvers Maedhros. It’s for his own good, of course.

"Atya, I'm scared."
A small voice caught Curufin's attention as he lowered his gaze to meet two large, frightened brown eyes.
He caressed his son's face, sighing. "Why are you afraid, Tyelpë?"
The little elf clutched the blankets of the bed, his small, round face and brows furrowed in pure terror.
"I... I don't want them to take me away!" he whimpered between sobs. "They've taken Uncle Nelyo, they'll come for me too!"
During bedtime, Curufin finds himself consoling a young Celebrimbor.

Maedhros rises before the sun each morning. But unlike other elves, he never gazes up at the stars. Fingon intervenes.
Written for whumptober No. 31 - Recovery | "It's time to try living again"

In the deeps of Time, when the Valar had uplifted the mountains of the Pélori in the ages after the Marring of Arda, Oromë was granted lordship over the creatures and forests of the Pélori. The great forests, now his and Yavanna’s domain, are the realm of the hunt, where willing eldar go to seek guidance from the Lord of Hunters.

Feanor keeps his baby grandson up past his bedtime, Curufin frets, Maedhros intervenes.

It was necessary, Atar had said when he'd refused to seek out a partner within the
Noldor. Like hair-braiding before the day began, he could not be allowed to embarrass himself with a lowborn Teler of all people simply because his body demanded care. The conclusion was only natural.
It was necessary, Nelyo had confirmed when Tyelpe had found his friends amongst the other Hosts, and that was the end of it. Tyelpe had to learn.
Curufin helps his son get ready in the morning, in more than one way.

Before he was High King, Artanáro Ereinion was simply a peredhel looking for a simple life.

This is my collection of ficlets for the various prompts of Non-Con November 2026, I'll update the tags as I upload my fics, each prompt will be a new chapter. This writing event specifically focuses on the absence of consent, so keep that in mind! Current average chapter/ficlet length is 450 words.
Day 1: Groping (Maeglin/Dark!Glorfindel)
Day 2: Marital Rape (Aredhel/Eol)
Day 3: "Call Me Master" (Morgoth/Sauron)
Day 4: Roofies (Sauron/Celebrimbor)
Day 5: Ignored Safeword (Maedhros/Fingon)
Day 6: Chains (Melkor/Mandos)
Day 7: Protective (Sauron/Ar-Pharazon)
Day 8: Knifeplay (Sauron/Thrall)
Day 9: Bottom Aggressor/Top Victim (Sauron/Maedhros)
Day 10: "Be Honest" (Celegorm/Finrod)
Day 11: Targeted (Maeglin/Dark!Ecthelion)
Day 12: Stockholm Syndrome (Melkor/Tulkas)
Day 13: Kissing (Arien/Tilion)
Day 14: Escape (Feanor/Dark!Manwë)

Modern AU, No Oath, No evil creatures bent on gaining control of the earth and destroying everything (I mean, there are politicians in there if you squint but... ), No Elves, No Valar.
The day was grey, but not bad at all for a day of March in North Beleriand. Himring was a perpetually cold city, it earned its name fairly, and yet the city was well loved by its inhabitants. Next to Himring, stood the Himlad national park, mountain, forests, and protected wildlife. That attracted a lot of tourist in the summer season.

Maedhros had given up all hope of escaping from Angband himself. They never leave him lightly guarded when he is hale enough to run. But that doesn’t keep him from plotting to help somebody else.
Lirulin didn’t know what to think when the red-headed thrall unlocked their cell and freed her and her family from their chains. But it gave them the chance to implement their laboriously planned escape attempt. So, they didn't question their luck.
Later, after Lirulin was free, she drew a map of Angband for Fingon. Even though she thought he was crazy. To her joy, she then learned of Fingon’s success.
Afterward, Lirulin visits Maedhros at his sickbed. They bond over their shared experiences. Then Lirulin bears witness to Maedhros’ strong friendship with Fingon.

Step 1: Drink way too much wine.
Step 2: Try to sleep with Finno.
Step 3: Watch your brilliant plan turn into an absolute, heartbreaking disaster.

Dagor Dagorath, the Last Battle at the end of time, has dragged on for many months when the dead begin to rise from their graves.

Maitimo and Findekano sat on hillside and gazed up at the Milky Way.

Maedhros glimpses a familiar face across a battlefield. But it's not his brother. It can't be.

Even under the renewed Light of the Trees, after the Last Battle has been fought, Darkness has not fully passed from this world.