New Challenge: Stars
Create a fanwork using star-themed prompts presented in a bingo board format.

He has perhaps made a great mistake, but it's too late now.

Finarfin was always tired, but suddenly he was exhausted, just by this conversation. It would just go in circles if they let it, neither of them willing to concede to the other. He didn’t have the words for what he really wanted to say—and even if he did he wouldn’t say them. They would be a child’s words, just hurt that he had been left alone while his older brothers and sisters had gone off without him, taking everything with them that he had ever held dear.
Family is complicated, and Finarfin is tired.

Sudden laughter startled Maglor out of his reverie.
Created for TRSB 2026, art 100 is a hand-drawn interlaced star of Fëanor with four of the named points broken (CW: drops of blood).
The fic written for it will be posted in the TRSB 2026 collection after 5 September 2026.

Over the course of his very long life he had found a handful of messages in bottles, but it had been a very long time. So when he found the glass bottle on his little stretch of pebbly beach, he picked it up with the intention of tossing it into his recycling. But it wasn’t, he found, just another beer bottle.

Freshly re-embodied, Glorfindel realizes that Tol Eressëa has changed, and not just in terms of its architecture.

Berenin ja Andreth Saelindin viimeinen keskustelu
Kirjoitettu Suomalaisten faniteosten viikon viimeistä päivää varten, aiheina "tulen äärellä" ja "kaamos"

It was easier than he had thought it would be to leave his name behind—to put on a new one when needed, like changing one set of clothes for another.

He’d ventured into the little fishing village in search of food and maybe a dry place to sleep for a night of rain and wind—he hadn’t expected this, to be bullied into a hot meal and a healer’s attention.

When uneasy dreams bring him back into Beleriand, Daeron finds a pair of twins who have lost their home, and an enemy who has lost himself. The Shadow's reach is growing ever longer, and if they are to survive, they must do it together.

She shook her head, quietly reveling in the physicality of having her wife’s hands on her. “How can I hold you at fault for the events of the past centuries when you have not been here, able to act?”
Indis has been summoned to the Halls of Vairë on behalf of one thought lost.

A Dwarven merchant travels from Nogrod to the far south in search of greater wealth – and finds something else entirely.

Some journeys cannot be lightened, and some destinies cannot be commanded.
Fëanor rejects Mandos. He burns Halls and leaves ash behind him, as defiant in death as he was in life.
In the Void, he encounters something else.

Galadriel finally has room to breathe.

It occurred to Elwing that she had made a mistake, coming along with these strange, fair folk, when Eärendil asked her, in a voice of such heartfelt earnestness that she nearly pushed him down and rubbed his face in the mud, if she wanted to meet Ulmo.
“Er,” she said, instead of enacting violence, “I don’t know. I’m not wild about strangers.”
Eärendil, who was not so easily dissuaded once he had set his course, did not laugh. “But he knows you already. It is only your heart that is estranged.”
Elwing, Eärendil, and the gifts of the River.

Roverandom and the Sea Rover find a crab on the beach--not unusual in itself, except this one smells like magic.

After wandering through the forests of Oromë, Maitimo and Makalaurë discover a quiet clearing, stopping to rest. With lyre in hand, the private audience begins— for this song, Makalaurë will only allow his brother to hear.

Concerned by his responses to the paraphernalia of healing, Fingon steals Maedhros from his room for an impromptu garden excursion. Maedhros battles with dark thoughts.

When uneasy dreams bring him back into Beleriand, Daeron finds a pair of twins who have lost their home, and an enemy who has lost himself. The Shadow's reach is growing ever longer, and if they are to survive, they must do it together.

In Tol Eressea, in the late Second Age, Voronwe looks back on his shared past with Numenor.

Finrod ponders on the mortality of Men and how few he has met, and Bëor is there to pull him back to reality.

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

Two Dwarves mourn the loss of their lord after the Ninraeth Arnoediad.

Narvi shows Celebrimbor the Crown of Durin in the Mirrormere and tells him the story of how it came there.