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the unusual (but very well loved) teapot by bleucrow

It certainly was a strange, but very well loved and often used, teapot.

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The High Pass to Gondor by octopus_fool

Eorl heard it before he saw it: the sliding of stones as they crossed the high pass into Gondor. 

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Come the Second Singing by StarSpray

“Someday,” Elros said as they sat on a high promontory that overlooked the Sea to the west and the new-formed gulf to the south and east, “so far in the future that I suppose it might as well be forever away—”

“In which case it may as well be never,” Elrond said.

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Aftermath of a Riot by Susana_R

It's never fun to wake up with a concussion. Fortunately for Faramir, he has Elrond, Aragorn, and the rest of Aragorn's family to help him make the best of a difficult day. 

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Marry Me by Susana_R

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. 

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So, they began to sing by Novenoe

What happened at the end of the world as we know 

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Rest at last by Flora-lass

Firiel and Aranarth lay Arvedui's ghost to rest.

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Auld Acquaintance - Platonic Best Friends Version by Susana_R

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. 

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Convergent Evolution by Kingsdaughter613

Convergent evolution: in which two creatures, completely independently, evolve the same characteristics.

Otherwise known as the time Celegorm got ahold of some kola nuts, and decided to try brewing a stimulant tea for their soldiers by combining it with the leaves of the coca tree they’d conveniently brought from Valinor, and accidentally invented one of the most famous drinks in the world several Ages early.

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Night Vision by Fuin

For the twenty-third time, I behold the Night outgrowing Day. The hours of meagre sunlight spearing through the vapours of the Thangorodrim dwindle ...

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(Un)like Father, like Son by cytryne

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

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Ereinion Rising by dalliansss

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

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On the paths of life by Aprilertuile

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.

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the forest will keep you safe by Harp_of_Gold

Little Maeglin is hunting rocks in Nan Elmoth. Something is hunting him.

Written for Tolkien Horror Week 2026 day 5

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Somebody Else's Rescue by Susana_R

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.

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Stars in Her Veins by StarSpray

Sometimes, if Elwing slipped away from the Havens to the meadows beyond the river mouths, she could lie in the tall grass and close her eyes and imagine two others lying with her, one on either side, warm and full of bright laughter.

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The Lands of Weeping and of War by bunn

Maglor in Mithlond is fairly sure he's not supposed to get an even slightly happy ending. Elrond and Elros think that they'd be happier if he did.

Follows directly from Lingering in the Hither Lands This series is not consistent with my Return to Aman series, but does connect loosely with Quenta Narquelion.

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and the waters prevailed by StormsBreadth

The river burst her banks long ago and shows no sign of subsiding, pulling the landscape with her in a rush down to the sea. The rest of the landscape is just as devastated, farms and vineyards swallowed up in a churn of mud, chunks of land thrown up and on their side, earth torn asunder. Celebrimbor has to stop for a moment just to stare. He had seen some of the devastation during the war, but from the ground, it was hard to see the full scale of it. Seeing it in full, Celebrimbor feels like the landscape itself: torn open, churned up. Lit by an impassive grey light. 

At the dawn of the Second Age, Celebrimbor leads an expedition back to Beleriand to try and reclaim the land. Instead, the waters are rising.

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The Heart Finds its Morning by StarSpray

Then the door opened. Celebrimbor sat up—and blinked. Whoever he had expected, it was not his cousin Finduilas, who closed the door gently behind her and turned to him with a smile. “Hello, Cousin. Am I intruding?”

“No, of course not.” Celebrimbor rose to take her hand. “I’m always glad to see my favorite cousin."

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monotone heartline by atlantablack

Later, when Ñolofinwë is once more drifting off to sleep, she says to Fëanáro, “Thank you," keeping her voice carefully even. She does not know what it cost Fëanáro to reach out to her when he has never before done so. Is thankful that he paid the cost and allowed her to be present. 

"Which hurts more? Losing the one who gave you life or losing the one who you gave life to?" Fëanáro asks in a low voice, eyes fixed on Ñolofinwë’s chest, on the slow comfort of his continued breathing. 

"Does it matter which hurts more?” She cannot believe that it does. “Pain is not a competition, Fëanáro. Even if I did lose my son to exhaustion, I would not set my pain on a scale against yours."

Or: Loop 5 & the conversation between Indis & Fëanáro after Ñolofinwë fell asleep.

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Haunted by the Space by StarSpray

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

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The Day Transcending Night by StarSpray

The Rings have been forged. The armies of Mordor are marching into Eriador. Eregion burns. 

Far away from it all, by the shores of the Sea, Celegorm remembers his name.

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Where I can't follow you by Novenoe

Eärendil and Elwing reflect upon their personal and political future during a very long and intimate night

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the future doesn't just happen, it gets built by atlantablack

The Valar tell them that they cannot return to Beleriand and Elwing accepts this easily, for she has no reason to return. Sirion is destroyed, naught but ash and rubble and dried blood. The Fëanorians had kidnapped her sons and, she is sure, slain them before she and Eärendil even reached Valinor. There is nothing left for her there.

It takes four years for rumors to reach her ears that her sons likely still live.

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most days I don't recognize me by annarobots

Of course, she knew that in the Blessed Land, true harm was unlikely to come to him. The Valar watched over them all, and the lesser spirits were everywhere. It was a great hound of Oromë who had found him happily splashing in the creek, in fact. But anyone could drown in mere moments, even in Valinor. Her heart needed a break.

A story about Nerdanel, the total self-obliteration of motherhood, and what comes after.

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