New Challenge: Epic 80s
This month's challenge features hundreds of fresh prompts from the bodacious decade of the 1980s.

Elwing weeps. Until there is no more weeping to be done.

Maglor makes it within sight of Himring before his horse is cut out from under him.

The sons of Fëanor find their places. Or lose them.

Maedhros and Fingon meet in the mists, again and again. Until they don't.

The competition cocktail party was a regular event, and Fingon gradually learned to appreciate, if not always enjoy it.
A triple drabble, with images and recipes for 9 cocktails.

All is not as it seems when Thranduil enters the ancestral Feanorian estate, but he fails to fully comprehend the scale and nature of the risk. If he's very lucky, one day he might even get to leave.

Curufin visits his wife in the forge with another creation in mind.

Fingon and Maedhros shape new lives after Mandos. One chapter from Fingon's point of view and one from Maedhros'.

Middle Earth, as a new land was no safer than the old Beleriand. There were people he shouldn't meet on his way of exploration, but Elrond catched the chance.

After the War of Wrath they were taken again.

“This is not the way of the Eldar.”
“It’s mine. Am I not one of the Eldar too?”

One winter night, Maedhros has his work interrupted by an uninvited visitor and an unwelcome guessing game.

At the Mereth Aderthad, the Feast of Reunion, plenty is always going on: so many people, so many encounters and interactions, tensions and forging of friendships .
That night, in this moment, in this little corner of Mereth Aderthad, nothing happens. Almost nothing. But it fails to happen with some intensity.

Maglor's inevitably sad thoughts, with a very young Elrond asleep on his lap after a nightmare. Maedhros and young Elros are nearby.
(Updated a year and more later, with a link to a painting, and a new 'chapter' with the thoughts of Maedhros in the painting scene).

There had been war-camps in Beleriand, purposeful and deadly serious, as well as full of song and camaraderie. There had been the Mereth Aderthad.
This tournament camp was, oddly — or perhaps not — most like that.

Elrond asks about his mother, in 100-word drabbles.

Once per year, on the night of a holiday only she still celebrates, Galadriel lights fourteen candles.

To the eldest son of the crown prince, the heir to the throne of the Noldor, Nelyafinwë Maitimo.

Elwing is dead, but she will not let Maglor alone, no matter how he pleads.

11 Drabbles for the Experimental Challenge.

Elrond and Elros are kidnapped, again. But this time, the only people who are around to rescue them are their other kidnappers.

Elrond and Elros are afraid of the Feanorions, until they aren't.

Findekáno’s coronation should have been a grand affair. Moringotto was dead, and the Ñoldor could begin to rebuild and slowly retake the lands the Enemy had destroyed in the battle that they had all thought was the beginning of the end.
But Findekáno’s father had fallen even as he slew the Black Foe. Over four hundred years he had ruled, and Findekáno knew this was quite possibly the worst time for a change in leadership.
He still didn’t know where Turukáno and Írissem were.
He still had not heard from Russandol.