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.

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

It isn't Sims, it's Silms, and it all goes round and round, a loop of effort and agony

Only a watcher: a watcher of stars

Celegorm and Huan have a special relationship. Two 100 word drabbles.

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

People have been people, and will continue to be people, for a very long time. Elves are definitely people.

Fëanor, outside of calenders entirely. Now what?

sex pollen in Valinor: Olórin summons a council.

The M Universe fever-dreams in backstory to the fanfic At the Edge of Lasg’len twisted by The Lost Tales. Mostly. Gods help everything. Which Gods? You decide.