New Challenge: Everyman
Create a fanwork about an ordinary character in the legendarium using a quote about an unnamed character as inspiration.

Maglor, music, and the Sea.

At Ivrin, during the aftermath of the Mereth Aderthad.
A brief vignette.

It was winter, and the sunlight that came into the caves was cold and pale, but Rían still sought it out, bundled up in all of the furs and blankets that they could give her.

In Valmar, after the Darkening and the Flight of the Noldor, Indis receives a visitor.

Neldoreth was both like and unlike the forests of Dior’s childhood and youth.

This is a collection of true drabbles completed for the 'Four Words' drabble bingo card.

Maglor sings. He wanders. Slowly, a shadow comes over his sight and mind, deepening little by little

The memories Lalwen holds to or pushes away, on each side of the Ice.

What is left of it, you wonder?
Finrod, on the eve of the War of Wrath.

Húrin kills Mîm and wanders through the remains of a decaying city, the remnants of the peoples who once lived there and called it home.

He is dead. His heart is still beating, but he is dead.

Along with her newly demonstrated concept for flying, Tindomiel has to explain a few other things from California.

Maglor had expected it to give him an edge. He had not expected to level the battlefield and the forest, everything but Maedhros who remains, untouched and staring at Maglor as if he has been awoken from a long and terrible sleep.
Even their horses are gone. Maglor’s throat feels as if he has swallowed glass.
The first time they are attacked after Maedhros' rescue, Maglor handles it very well.

Eärnur fights the Witch-king and is offered a choice.

A course through time with my most beloved king and queen.

“Tell me…” the exhausted king said, looking directly into the commander’s eyes. He was covered in grime, soot and dirt, ash and blood, mud and sweat. His eyes were haunted. The War took its toll, after all, the very ground itself turning against them. The ruby light of the flames only served to reveal their hollowness. “The forces here. The orcs. Never before have I ridden against a host who parts and flees at the very sight of me. Why do they do so now?”

Idril disagrees with the king’s decision to execute Eol. Written for the SWG challenge Kings & Queens.

Sometimes Eönwë wonders if his life is just like Manwë's romance novels. Sometimes he even thinks the One may be laughing at him from above.
A story told in exactly 4 1/3 drabbles.

The firelight splays golden across them, and he listens to Curufin's breathing

Maglor's westward odyssey nearly fails when he is led astray by an enthralling light and song in the depths of the sea.

Galadriel sat at her loom and began to weave. As she passed the shuttle through the warp she cast her thoughts to the natural world, to the many varying hues of grey of the stones, of the myriad greens of the trees and the grass, of the uncountable shades of brown in between.

It is well known that Psamathos does not leave his cove. He does not like to get his feet wet, and prefers to spend his days dozing under the sun.

Inside the caves, though, few Men went, and the dwarves were busy as bees. Or perhaps ants. It was remarkable to watch them transform the place into a livable city while doing nothing to diminish the natural beauty.

The Master Cooks of Wootton-Major were of course best known for their cakes, but even as an apprentice Alf had made a name for himself with bread.