New Challenge: Crossroads of the Fallen King
Cross "The Silmarillion" with a second text or fandom in this month's crossover challenge.
Eärendil considers destiny and love, alone in the cold on Vingilotë.
Maglor responds to the news of Maedhros' capture.
Glorfindel dances in memory of Elenwë at Tarnin Austa.
Maedhros departs for the parley with Morgoth.
Fingon and Turgon negotiate brotherhood and pain.
Beleg and Túrin's first meeting in the woods of Doriath.
Ulmo sends dreams of war and sanctuary to Finrod and Turgon as they travel together along Sirion.
Newlywed Beleg contemplates the changes in his life.
Pengolodh and Erestor negotiate truth and a relationship after they both Sail to Valinor.
Elrond loved most the scene painted behind their mother’s seat, a green forest glade decked with hemlock umbels and delicate niphredil, and Lúthien dancing in the center, her skirts blue as the morning sky and her hair like a dark shadow swirling around her as she spun, hands uplifted.
Gildor returns to Nargothrond for the last time.
The weavers workshops in Tirion are merry places, filled with Treelight spilling through wide open windows, and with laughter drifting over the steady clack of the looms like a melody over a steady beat.
A moment in the forges between Melian and Mablung, before he leaves to join the Union of Maedhros.
Ficlets exploring the brotherly bond and dynamics of Finrod and Aegnor, and the beginnings of the lifelong friendship of Aegnor and Fingon.
Fingon y Fingolfin tienen una conversación a las vísperas de la Batalla de la Llama Súbita.
Ways of smiling at grief.
On shores separated by more than mere distance, Maglor and Elwing do not encounter each other, but...
Third Age at the earliest, but probably later.
Prompt from @melestasflight: Idril and "shadows of things that were yet to be"
Playing in Gondolin on the feast of Tarnin Austa (no, not that last Tarnin Austa), Salgant remembers a long-ago music lesson in Valinor.
The Silmaril falls slowly, so slowly, as if taking its time to caress the weightlessness of Ulmo’s waters. Does it seek relief also, Maglor wonders, to be free at last of all the hands that lusted after its blessed shine?
Maglor casts his Silmaril into the Sea.
[Also available as a podfic, recorded by Anerea]
In the early hours the half-built towers of Barad Eithel looked more like ruins than like the start of something new, ghostly in the mists that clung to the mountains and hovered in the hollows and valleys of Hithlum even under the noonday sun
Ar-Zimraphel and her companions discuss marriage
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For @aspecardaweek : aroace Tar-Míriel.
Daeron, Beleg, and Mablung go to the Falas for pearls to take back to Thingol.