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.

Setting aside her basket, Indis ran barefoot through the fields to greet him, and he swept her into his arms and spun her around. Her laughter fell upon the fields like rain, and Finwë felt it wash over his heart, welling up in the cracks that he had thought would ever remain after the loss of Míriel.
The song of their joy spills over the fields of the Valar.

Indis tries to mend the rift within the House of Finwë. Fëanáro does not take kindly to it.

"And then it seemed to him that as in his dream in the house of Bombadil the grey rain-curtain turned all to silver glass and was rolled back, and he beheld white shores and beyond them a far green country under a swift sunrise." - The Return of the King

“Can I ask you a question?” Her voice was jarringly loud.
“Of course,” Nóm replied. He didn’t look worried. He thought this was one of her philosophical quandaries. Well, it was one in a roundabout kind of– never mind that, she was probably about to ruin his morning. Both of their mornings.

Celebrían takes a no-nonsense approach when she learns of the danger Celebrimbor is in. Under her leadership - and brooking no opposition, especially not from Celebrimbor himself - she forms an alliance of elves, dwarves, and men to confront Sauron before he reaches Ost-in-Edhil.

A poem imagined as accompanying a gift for Mettarë (1 Yule) from Finduilas of Amroth to her brother Imrahil, at a time when she was already married to Denethor and homesick for Dol Amroth.

Goldberry is the River-daughter.

The lands of the north and the south are coming together again in friendship and alliance, and a celebration is planned, to take place on the lawn of Parth Galen. Gimli makes something particularly special for the occasion.

A Gondorian academic in the Fourth Age explores the development of a solar calendar system among the Noldor in Beleriand.

And it came to pass, while the wood of Nimloth burned, that Tar-Míriel – who had ever loved the night-blossoming Tree – slipped from the palace, and came in secret to the westward shore.

Yet this newest tapestry was different. Elu saw that immediately upon walking into the room. Melian’s hands moved swiftly across the the tapestry, woven in brilliant colors and shapes, picking out new details and marvelous things in clever embroidery, her silver needles flashing in the lamplight.

A wolf, a spider, a bat, a dragon... what do they have in common?

Rúmil invents writing only half on purpose.

Elrond stood in awe, transfixed by the beauty of the song and the lilt of the harp. He felt almost as if he could touch the music, if he bent his mind and will hard enough to the task. He felt Maglor’s voice in his chest, in his heart, in the pulse of the air around him. Everything listened, bending ear to the power of the song.
Together, Maglor and Elrond create visions with songs.

Pengolodh drafts the tale of Aredhel and Eöl.

She has ever been the more courageous: his brilliant, whimsical elder cousin...
Glorfindel and Elenwë, and what came after.

The dust clings. Curufin refuses to bathe. It would be a betrayal.

When Elwë wakes from the long trance of his wedding, the first reach of his mind is for Finwë. Old loves and their consequences.

Olórin says goodbye, finally, to Mairon.

Indis comes to Tirion to be married to Finwë. Fëanor receives her.

Maitimo and Makalaurë tackle parenting in Nerdanel's absence. Formenos is not a happy place.

Maglor cares for a sick Elros and Elrond...it's all new territory and rather unpleasant.

Twelve perspectives on the crossing of the Helcaraxë.