New Challenge: Title Track
Tolkien's titles range from epic to lyrical to metaphorical. This month's challenge selected 125 of them as prompts for fanworks.

Drabbles or any other really short fics

Purple is the colour of deepest mourning, but in the last days of Numenor a young woman chooses to defy convention.

Ilmarë hovered outside that small cool patch of twilight, and called gently to her old friend, beckoning her. I want to show you something, she said. Come away with me, to the stars.

The story of the second companion of Finrod and Beren to die in the dungeons of Tol-in-Gaurhoth.

This is mainly Idril gushing over what a hunk Tuor is. I'm pretty sure that's canon.
I owe a thank you again to IgnobleBard for a quick and dirty Beta read.

Beren has done this before, carrying the names of the dead.

The story of the fourth companion of Finrod and Beren to die in the dungeons of Tol-in-Gaurhoth.

Melian tries to help Finrod.

Fingolfin orders the separation of Finrod and Glorfindel.

Finrod and Glorfindel head downriver.

Gildor meets Finrod's architects.

Turgon confesses manipulating people.

Glorfindel returns to Finrod.

Frodo learns of Finrod and Glorfindel.

Consideration of free will and the nature of elves.

Postcards from Mereth Aderthad.

Nienna approaches Námo about releasing Eluréd and Elurín from the Halls.

Concerning The Shadow, and the battle between Sauron and Elendil and Gil-galad.

“While I lay drowsing on the earth, there came to me the voices of the growing things of Arda, mourning the loss of the light of the Lamps. Now the living things of Aman indeed rejoice in the light of the Trees, yet Middle-earth remains in darkness. And the time of the coming of the Firstborn of the Children of Ilúvatar draws near."

Radagast takes Thranduil warg-hunting.

Aredhel meets Eöl

Her contented peace that afternoon, however, was abruptly shattered when a spear shot through the branches scant inches from her head, narrowly missing a squirrel, which shot down the trunk with an angry chatter, to lodge in the trunk of the next tree over. Nellas shrieked and jerked back out of the way, arms flailing—and fell out of the tree. She landed roughly on the ground below, knocking her head against a root hard enough to make her see stars.

First Contact ! Finrod meets mortals.
(When i wrote this, i had paid no attention to Men, being only interested in Elves. But there is no excuse for forgetting the existence of Dwarves. Nor for not reading the book closely enough to spot the line "marched in warlike companies". Canonically, then, Men were iron age, not stone age when they met Finrod. My error.
But still, i like the story, so i'm leaving it there. Someone must have met them then, even if it was Morgoth.)

How the stone giants came to be, and how they settled in the Misty Mountains.