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

Morgoth hangs Maedhros on Thangorodrim.

Maitimo suffers an accident and can't quite understand if it's him or his head that it's making him think funny. In other words, Maitimo slowly realizing.

The year is 1409 of the Third Age. The kingdom of Arnor has splintered apart, and in the northern wastelands Angmar's shadow grows. Having failed to conquer Rivendell with his armies, the Witch-king tries a more devious way to destroy the House of Elrond - a house now divided against itself.
Sequel to Gathering Dusk, but can be enjoyed on its own. This story is completely written and will be updated regularly.
Many thanks to my marvelous beta readers Anoriath and Dawn Felagund, without whose help, encouragement and support this story could not have been written.

The humans have their own story of how they met the Faërie King, what they gained and one they lost.
The story of Finrod and Balan later named Bëor, as told by an old woman in a mountain cabin.

In Imladris, Erestor receives news and reminisces about the present and the past.

All Tyelkormo wanted was time to himself, away from his parents, his brothers and his obligations. But circumstance deemed otherwise.

Maitimo’s heart thudded in his chest with the finality of a falling hammer. We. Had the Valar pronounced this sentence upon all of them, or did Fëanáro assume the unwavering loyalty of his family in accepting his Doom as their own?
The unrest of the Noldor, and the aftermath of the confrontation between Feanor and Fingolfin, told from Maedhros' perspective.

The forest of Nan Elmoth is warded by magic and, apparently, inhabited. Celegorm and Curufin head into the woods, discovering who exactly lives in it. A "dark elf", who is a blacksmith. And is friends of the dwarves, and speaks Khuzdul. Curufin camps outside of the forest, to check that trade with the dwarves isn't disrupted by the encounter -- and to see if perhaps he could learn more about the enchantments that protect this land, and about its dweller.

A young boy is lost during the long hunt of the Eglath for their missing king.

Galadriel has a vision in the Gardens of Lórien.
for namotober2020

Two High Kings and the calm acceptance of guilt, grace, and pressures of decision-making, leadership, and family.

Gil-galad's earliest memories are shadowed by the dynastic intrigue of kings and princesses. He was supposed to be a child of the Long Peace.

A scene before the start of Service to the Dead. Aegnor shares works with another ghost in Mandos.

The Teleri and the Vanyar during the Darkening of Valinor.
How healing begins.

Noldorin finishing school is boring, but at least Findekáno has Nelyafinwë as his instructor. Inspired by the soap opera prompts: Stock Characters: The Virgin; Plot Tropes: Amnesia; Typical Setting: School/University; Special Episode: Hallowe'en

I received a prompt on Tumblr : How would Curufin show his love to someone... in this case, to his father.

In Nargothrond, Celegorm thinks about Finrod.

once upon a time there was an owl who wanted to sing...

"Do you think Númenor may yet be saved?"
A story of the Faithful, and of hope.

Eternity takes a long time.
('However long the History of the Elves might become before it ended, it would be an object of too limited range. To be perpetually 'imprisoned in a tale' (as they said), even if it was a very great tale ending triumphantly, would become a torment.')

The stench of fresh blood reached even to the queen's chambers.
A snapshot of Númenor, in the earliest days of sacrifice. Written for Tolkien Gen Week.

The Grinding Ice. Findekáno makes a discovery and wants to share it.

Elf children are more precocious than human children, says Tolkien. But some elf children are even more so.

Les enfants elfes sont plus précoces que les enfants humains, nous dit Tolkien. Mais certains enfants elfes le sont plus encore.

"Then the waves hunted us like living things filled with malice, and the lightnings smote us; and when we were broken down to a helpless hull the seas leaped upon us in fury." (The Fall of Gondolin, pp. 118)