New Challenge: Crossroads of the Fallen King
Cross "The Silmarillion" with a second text or fandom in this month's crossover challenge.
Having traveled North and up a mountain in Aman, Fingon builds himself a house, and works on putting himself back together. A drabble sequence. Follows Aurora: Seeking the Northern Sky.
Ficlets of Valinor, Beleriand, Ennor, and Middle Earth through the Ages.
Fulfilling a promise, Fingon and Celegorm discover they are remembered as Superheroes by the circus children.
A King Fingon's Menagerie quintuple drabble/ficlet.
Non-angsty ficlets set in Valinor (and one or two in Middle Earth), many featuring Feanor.
What happens to the offspring of a cat possessed by a Maia of sharpness?
Elf children are more precocious than human children, says Tolkien. But some elf children are even more so.
Les enfants elfes sont plus précoces que les enfants humains, nous dit Tolkien. Mais certains enfants elfes le sont plus encore.
tolkien crack week day 3: ridiculous detail.
a young wood elf learns the ways of the wider world
Eärendil
(Embracing the SILMARIL OF AIR)
Let followers of the patroneʃs of stars
Wear the mantles of their mighty host
Whilʃt I, a sailor of beaches and bars,
Tremble before beauty that makes all else toaʃt
Princes of elves have slavered o'er light
And jealous women caʃt away their frame
But it’s I, a man of little might
Who sits in jewellight, triumphs over flame
“Yikes,” said Gil-Galad, High King of the Noldor.
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?
The House of Shields is more than a bar. A double drabble.
Maglor read the cards too well
Fingon's rescue of Maedhros, Red Bull commercial style. I apologise for everything.
One fine morning, Fëanor wakes up in Fingolfin's body. It goes exactly as well as you'd expect. Not actually featuring Fingolfin.
Implied (canon) character death.
Nerdanel contemplates names for her new-born twins.
Elves took to sailing sky as readily as they did sea
Boodle’s Gentleman's Club was not normally a place of drama and excitement.
Laurësirya had been in that competition performance. She'd been in the battle as well.
"See us!" shouted the lamps, the candles.
One could fall up forever, did not the ground hold fast.
They had come here as in a dream, to the far North of the world.
Whither away to the stars, my love