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.

Elrond rolled over and pressed closer to Celebrían, burying his face in her shoulder. He shut his eyes and tried not to think about how quickly their few remaining hours were dwindling.
He would not weep. He had promised himself he would not weep.

“I love you both.” She pulls back to regard them, fighting hard to keep her voice steady. Elrond’s cheeks are wet. Elros is biting his trembling lip, refusing to let his tears fall. “Go now with Egalmoth. He will keep you safe.”

There is a lamp in Lómion’s bedroom that Aredhel does not allow to go out. It burns day and night, a yellow beacon in the dark that promises, You will be welcome here. There is healing to be found. You need only come.

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.

The weapon was expertly wrought: perfectly balanced, wickedly sharp, glinting under the distant stars. Silvered light danced across the black galvorn like moonbeams upon the jewelled waters of Celon.
He turned and presented it to Aredhel with pride, setting it lightly in her waiting hand. “Is it to your tastes, my lady?”

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

An excerpt from a Fourth Age Gondorian scholarly text addressing the cultivation of the corn of Valinor in Middle-earth.

Ossë gets permission for revenge.

Firiel and Aranarth lay Arvedui's ghost to rest.

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"

Beren, Luthien, and Huan on their stealth mission.
For the prompt But Huan the hound was true of fart (“Of Beren and Lúthien”).

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)

Little Maeglin is hunting rocks in Nan Elmoth. Something is hunting him.
Written for Tolkien Horror Week 2026 day 5

In the depths of Utumno, something lurks in the shadows.
Written for Tolkien Horror Week 2026 day 1

Mairon teaches devotion in the Temple. The most blessed offer their lives and are sent to Melkor. Mairon wants nothing more than to follow.
Written for Tolkien Horror Week 2026 day 2

A young Orc is lost in the mountains of Mordor. Someone unexpected helps her home.
written for Tolkien Horror Week 2026 day 3

Lamaen, a Sinda of Hithlum and royal messenger, returns to his routine and re-joins his usual companion. (A vignette.)

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

At the end of time, Beleg sets out on a search for Túrin once more. Menelmacar shines brightly in the sky.
Accompanied by additional snippets of the lore Beleg studied in the Library of Alqualondë.

Gwindor and Celebrimbor share their fears, after a council meeting in which Túrin got his way.

Tata is offered a solution to a grave problem, at a very low price...

In the wake of Sauron's death, his Mouth remembers Númenor.

Sudden laughter startled Maglor out of his reverie.