New Challenge: Epic 80s
This month's challenge features hundreds of fresh prompts from the bodacious decade of the 1980s.

Galadriel and the mallorn trees: three drabbles

Three vignettes, three times Luthien thinks about Treelight and Silmarils.

Tears unnumbered ye shall shed; Finarfin needs no doom, no treasonous brothers, no Middle-earth to believe it true.
The House of Arafinwë before, during, and after its Exile. A history told in an assortment of loosely connected drabbles.

Ficlets and drabbles on Mairon written for 30-Day Character Study.

Seven names a princess of Rohan and daughter of Helm Hammerhand might have borne, and the fates that accompany them.

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.