New Challenge: Twenty-Five
It's been twenty-five years since the release of the "Fellowship" film transformed Tolkien fandom. This month's challenge looks back on iconic lines and scenes from the film trilogy.

So alike to moths they were, he thought then, lured to light for the peace it promises.

“I love you both.” She pulls back to regard them, fighting hard to keep her voice steady. Elrond’s cheeks are wet. Elros is biting his trembling lip, refusing to let his tears fall. “Go now with Egalmoth. He will keep you safe.”

There is a lamp in Lómion’s bedroom that Aredhel does not allow to go out. It burns day and night, a yellow beacon in the dark that promises, You will be welcome here. There is healing to be found. You need only come.

Eol witnesses the new lights

It certainly was a strange, but very well loved and often used, teapot.

Elladan and Elrohir travel through Minhiriath, visiting places they once knew and pondering the choice of the Peredhil.

Arakáno went down, swarmed by a vicious throng of Orcs wielding crude, blood-hungry blades, and there was nothing Findekáno could do but watch.

“Someday,” Elros said as they sat on a high promontory that overlooked the Sea to the west and the new-formed gulf to the south and east, “so far in the future that I suppose it might as well be forever away—”
“In which case it may as well be never,” Elrond said.

It's never fun to wake up with a concussion. Fortunately for Faramir, he has Elrond, Aragorn, and the rest of Aragorn's family to help him make the best of a difficult day.

If he stopped moving for too long, the ghosts caught up.

Thangorodrim is broken

Frodo dreams, but it brings no peace.

Marillë tries to teach Maglor to appreciate the perfection of crabs. It only takes Maglor more than an age to truly do so.

Fingon clapped the stranger on the shoulder as he cheerfully informed Maedhros, "Fealasso here is the captain of your bodyguards. They will keep you safe during the community service you’ve volunteered to do in Alqualonde and Tol Eressea.”
Maedhros closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose as he struggled for patience.
Or, Fingon outmaneuvers Maedhros. It’s for his own good, of course.

After ten thousand years in the Halls of Mandos, Feanor and Fingolfin are reembodied into a Valinor that looks the same, but is now wholly different from the world they left behind—and they too, have been irreversibly changed. But the methods used by Mandos to heal them have had the opposite effect, and Fingolfin, the warrior of the Elder Days, grows restless, melancholic, and soon depressed in the land of milk and honey. The solution to his ills? Another unwinnable war with Feanor and a new, sordid sexual affair culminating in violence.
An exploration of the complexities (and horrors) of reembodiment, how the reembodied elf relates to his new body and the world around him, how the corrective arts of Mandos may psychologically harm those subjected to them, and the consequences of trapping a hardened soldier in Paradise.

There is someone watching Maglor wandering the shore.

Convergent evolution: in which two creatures, completely independently, evolve the same characteristics.
Otherwise known as the time the Fëanorians got ahold of Kola nuts and invented one of the most famous drinks in the world, several Ages early.

Maedhros rises before the sun each morning. But unlike other elves, he never gazes up at the stars. Fingon intervenes.
Written for whumptober No. 31 - Recovery | "It's time to try living again"

Before he was High King, Artanáro Ereinion was simply a peredhel looking for a simple life.

Modern AU, No Oath, No evil creatures bent on gaining control of the earth and destroying everything (I mean, there are politicians in there if you squint but... ), No Elves, No Valar.
The day was grey, but not bad at all for a day of March in North Beleriand. Himring was a perpetually cold city, it earned its name fairly, and yet the city was well loved by its inhabitants. Next to Himring, stood the Himlad national park, mountain, forests, and protected wildlife. That attracted a lot of tourist in the summer season.

Sometimes, if Elwing slipped away from the Havens to the meadows beyond the river mouths, she could lie in the tall grass and close her eyes and imagine two others lying with her, one on either side, warm and full of bright laughter.