New Challenge: Allusive
Literature and art constantly refer back to each other using allusions, and this month's prompts are inspired by allusions to literature, myth, art, and history.

This is a story about love's redemptive power, the restoration of hope and belief, it is a slow burn and deals with the the outcasts of society who don't fit in. When two lost and lonely people meet and fall in love they have to navigate an Elvish society that is not quite as fair minded and open as one would think, in fact its down right xenophobic and judgmental and prejudiced.

The sea is huge, and grey, and loud, and Elwing hates it. She hates it and she fears it, and so once she is old enough to slip away from her nurses and her guardians, she goes down to the beach.

In Gondolin, Turgon is depressed...

Main verse for my fanfiction, especially the tales told from the POV of the elves. Stretches from the days of Cuiviénen to (one day) the Dagor Dagorath.

Here I will publish the short NSFW drabbles related to the main fic \"Anathema\" (because I want to keep this fic sfw).
So these drabbles aren\'t necessary to understand the main fic, and the main fic isn\'t absolutely necessary to understand these drabbles.

Just a collection of stories about my favorite characters/ships in Silmarillion

Glimpses of Nerdanel, Feanor, Ambarussa, and people important to them through time

The AU I am writing, primarily surrounding Celegorm and Finrod/ Tyelkormo and Findarato, starting with a tentative truce between the pair and carryig on past their deaths into the life of Gildor Inglorion, the bastard son in body of Finrod and in spirit of Celegorm.
This is otherwise known to me and my friends as that AU where I am completely awful to Celegorm.

Drabbles and ficlets compilation, english and french.
Recueil de courts textes sur le Silmarillion. Beren/Luthien, Maedhros/Fingon, fils de Fëanor, Sauron, etc.
Classés dans l\'ordre chronologique.

As the Fourth Age begins, Elu Thingol at last returns from the Halls of Mandos.

At the dawn of the Second Age, Elrond volunteers himself to join an exciting quest to discover what nefarious mystery is threatening the distant north beyond the Icebay of Forochel. The two that join him are a Falmari maiden (and her giant swan companion) and a Sindarin veteran (with a direct connection to Elrond's childhood). If only they were not so interested in fighting each other. Or falling in love. Or driving Elrond crazy with their antics.
Hundred of miles to the south, safe and warm in his newly constructed palace in Númenor, his twin brother Elros laughs.

In the many gardens of Tirion there bloomed thousands of flowers, of all colors of the rainbow and more. And fluttering to and fro between the flowers and the trees and the shrubs were butterflies...

A collection of ficlets (not true drabbles) written for Lockdown Instadrabbling on Discord.

He made his way unthinkingly deep into the forest, following his ears and his eyes, toward that which lured him madly. The nightingale sang more limpidly as he approached the focus of light.

Faranwe is captured by the Dark Hunter, torn from his family and changed forever. But even in Utumno there can be love and light.

Drabble dipecting a brief moment between Caranthir and Haleth.

Time is a tricky thing to play with. It can take everything away from you. Yet, if you play your hand right, it can give back everything it took too.

She realized that they were kindred spirits a long time ago, and that never changed, in spite of events that transpired, or the time that had passed.

Celebrian goes down to the river to gather willow bark.

When a dumb song's made worse/by nonsensical verse/that's a parody

Curufin returns from Mandos. Telpaltië isn't sure she wants to see him.

Elwë gets sidetracked on his way to visit Finwë.

"It is said by the Eldar that in water there lives yet the echo of the Music of the Ainur more than in any substance that is in this Earth; and many of the Children of Ilúvatar hearken still unsated to the voices of the Sea, and yet know not for what they listen."
Finrod writes of love and nightingales (until all he can hear is the sound of water flowing).

Celebrían has not been idle while waiting for Elrond to come west.