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

Eventually they arrived, and Echeleb and Dernodhos ushered Anniavas in. Dernodhos found an old thin pallet somewhere and unrolled it on the floor, made him lie down with Limral—who had immediately perked up and started sniffing the air—and went and found them a heavy piece of cloth to use as a blanket. The frayed and ragged edges and complex, cut-off pattern made it look as if it had once been part of a larger tapestry. It was beautifully woven, but singed dark in places, where fire must have touched it.
“What’s this?” Anniavas asked, sleepy and curious—at least it was something to focus on other than his current fears.
Dernodhos paused, running her fingers along it, with an expression on her face he hadn’t seen before. “A memory,” she said.“Of a story from long ago.” She ruffled his hair gently. “I’ll tell you about it another time.”
-- The Mirror Crack'd, Chapter Seven, Without the Hands of a Healer
A series of perfect drabbles about Dernodhos's blanket.

Ereinion Gil-galad wants desperately to sail. Being king gets in the way.

An exchange is made during the Great Journey

The Hall of the Glass-cutters in Ost-in-Edhil had four panes of stained glass set in its front. (Drabble.)

There on the shores of the Lonely Isle we abode under the stars, and yet within sight of the radiance of the Blessed Realm.

Even in blissful Aman, Celebrimbor makes swords. (Drabble.)

After Lalaith's death, Morwen refuses to weep.

On the morning of the day Fingon was to die, the sun rose bright over a shining sea of metal.

Passing headlights sweep across the wall, yellow and striped through the blinds. In the distance a siren wails, and in the dark, quiet hotel room they lie facing each other, each curled toward the other like parentheses, with thousands of years of history tucked between them.

Fëanáro dies, and the rest live, coated in his ashes.

Elwing reckons with the passage of time.

a collection of drabbles and mini ficlets in the meanwhile the world goes on 'verse that aren't long enough to stand on their own

Arafinwë attempts reconciliation.

A nameless being hunts Elves in the woods around Cuiviénen.

Eärendil thinks about his family while sailing home
For April 2026 Instadrabbling

Argon falls, and Turgon screams.

The overlooked son, Carnistir was, with such strong personalities among his kin.

One drabble per Finwëan. Currently on first and second generations.

Gimli sipped at his tea. “Knowledge, Master Elrond, for your library is known far and wide for its vast collection of works dating to the the time before Sun and Moon, and all that came after.” Gimli smiled. “Alas, I seek even older knowledge.”

Findekáno sets out to retrieve Maitimo.

Nerdanel goes to the Two Trees after Fëanor is banished and meets Indis there
For March 2026 Instadrabbling

Indis explains how she took to wandering around Valinor.

Arwen grieves, and loves.