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

Brandy Hall was a veritable warren, and there were many workshops and smithies and outbuildings attached to it. Drogo was always happy to have the potters’ workshop to himself on a quiet afternoon.

Nimloth drags her feet about a certain decision; Melian has no time for that.

Nimloth and Dior meet, and he is naked.
Alternatively,
Melian travels south to visit her daughter, and meets a familiar looking bird.
Written for the Tengwar prompt, Quessë (feather).

Dior is in Menegroth learning to be his grandfather's heir -- but his grandmother decides to take him as apprentice too.
Written for the Tengwar Challenge, May 15: Súlë (spirit).

Responses to the Tengwar Challenge in which first letters spell out the name of a tengwa: 1) Early Encounter (Nerdanel, Indis); 2) Numenorean Lullaby (Almarian, Aldarion); 3) Tink-Tink (Telchar); 4) Such lamps as once shone in Khazad-dum (Celebrimbor).

A collection of Silmarillion-centric drabbles written for the Tengwar Challenge. Short and sweet!

One or more drabbles about Pengolodh and his babysitter Salgant.

Grandfather brings a treat back from Valmar.

Elrond and Elros are haunted by what happened and also by what did not. They live with it.

“You,” Fingon pronounced, “are drunk. I am not going to give you anyone’s name just so you can make up a silly drunken ballad."

Éomer Éadig is dead, and Aragorn meditates on losing his friends.

Fics written for the "Tengwar" challenge.

The Giving Tree, but Beren and Luthien. Written for the Tengwar prompt, “Aldi.”

Celebrimbor is reading a novel, but there's a distraction.

Plusieurs petites histoires qui parle de Pengolodh et Salgant pendant des moments differents.

Ecthelion tries to braid Glorfindel's hair.

The three atmospheres of Arda celebrated in three drabbles and three photos...

Three triple drabbles written for the It comes in Threes challenge, featuring various Ainur.

Ficlets written for Feanorian Week

The dead have no mouths, and cannot scream. That does not stop Curufin from trying as he watches Vairë’s tapestries ravel before his eyes

A moment in the recovery of Celebrian in Valinor.

“Marry me.” Caranthir says, more of a demand than a question.
Haleth takes a sip of her wine.They haven’t even been served yet.
“Is this about the will revisions?”
or, A Modern Marriage of Convenience AU

I read the Athrabeth and decided that Andreth was far too centered and wise to let a little thing like pity get in the way of true love.

Thunderstorms never bring good news, Anairë has noted. And the one keeping her up this night is certainly no exception.