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.

Níniel regrets not knowing her past or her family, but at least she and Finduilas have each other.

Finrod is called to Mandos to speak with the spirit of a kinsman who is pardoned, yet refuses to rejoin the living.

The Eagles find a woman in the wilderness and bring her to Gondolin, and Maeglin's feelings are thrown into confusion.

Celebrimbor and Narvi have a good day where only nice things happen! No plot, just an Elf and a Dwarf being happy and making shiny things. Written for the All The Nice Things flash exchange.

The departure from Dorthonion, as seen through the eyes of the child Rían.

Even in blissful Aman, Celebrimbor makes swords. (Drabble.)

A woman of the Faithful is heartbroken to learn that her beloved Inzilbêth will be forced to marry the king Ar-Gimilzôr.

After Lalaith's death, Morwen refuses to weep.

On the morning of the day Fingon was to die, the sun rose bright over a shining sea of metal.

Passing headlights sweep across the wall, yellow and striped through the blinds. In the distance a siren wails, and in the dark, quiet hotel room they lie facing each other, each curled toward the other like parentheses, with thousands of years of history tucked between them.

Fëanor shrugged, studying the contents of his wine glass. “Something must be done about that house. It will fall down eventually.”
“It does not follow that it must be you that tears it down single-handedly. Are you sure you do not want help?”
“It’s not as though I have much else to do. I need to build something new there,” he said after a few moments. “To do that, I must first clear away the old and broken things.”
Decades out of Mandos, too many things in Fëanor's life remain broken. He can't do anything except wait for his sons to come to him, but he can do something about the old and crumbling house where they once lived.

Fëanáro dies, and the rest live, coated in his ashes.

Maglor without Maedhros, Daeron without Lúthien. Alone, they are nothing, but together, they can be something more.
Where do you turn, when you have no one else left?
Written for Tolkien Reverse Summer Bang 2023, featuring artwork by athlai.

It was only the second time Finwë had come out foraging with them, and of course this would happen—of course the Hunter would come, the Dark Rider on his steed with its terrible, heavy footfalls, and the deep-throated laughter that held no mirth, only malice.
In the dark woods near the Waters of Awakening, Finwë's brothers are taken.
In Valinor, when the Trees wither, Finwë is slain.
In the Fourth Age, things take place long thought impossible.

Out of the shadow, light is born anew.
A Chieftain is dead. And whilst the events surrounding his death are unclear, a son tries to come to terms with his loss.

Turgon cannot be above the law.

King Finwë of the Noldor was not the only one who died that day.

Haleth leaves to find her brother, even though her father does not permit her to.

As Elros awaits the coming of night, when he will set sail for Elenna, he and his brother Elrond speak about their earliest memories, what happened to their foster family, and how they learned the truth of their father and mother’s fate.

Miranda Otto, lead writer on the docudrama Heroes and Monsters, has major writers' block. A chance encounter at her local coffee shop might be just the thing she needs to pen her Season Two opener.

In Eriador, rumours of the recent Downfall of Numenor are spreading. In a small town inland these rumours are confirmed by the arrival of Elendil and his companions. Still inwardly reeling with shock, Elendil is confronted here with an aspect of Numenor he finds difficult to deal with.

What if, instead of being cast into the volcano, the Ring were given to Aule the Smith to unmake? Aule has the ability to do it, but Mairon was his apprentice, and Aule feels protective of him.

Argon falls, and Turgon screams.

Later, Fëanáro will look back on this moment, on finding Melkor bearing down on Ñolofinwë, and try to brush off the panic that had gone striking through him as irrelevant. It is a panic he would have felt no matter who was engaged in such a foolish fight and so, it does not matter.
Lies, even to oneself, work best when they are shrouded in truth. This does not make them less of a lie.
Or: Loop 4 & a glimpse into Fëanáro's thoughts at the start.