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

Nellas, long after the fall of Doriath, is again a witness to tragedy
This is a very geeky crossover between The Silmarillion and Njal’s Saga, the longest and arguably best of the early medieval Icelandic Sagas which Tolkien knew very well.

Maglor and his companion almost drown in the River Lune.

After the attack on the Havens of Sirion, a figure from Maedhros' past comes face-to-face with him one last time.

Maedhros' rescue from Thangorodrim left him deeply scarred. But how did it impact Fingon as his rescuer? A drabble sequence from Thangorodrim to the Nirnaeth Arnoediad.

Completed.
"At least we have learned that the sons of Fëanor can die too." Nine POVs, one matter - a story about the kinslaying in Doriath.

Uncanonical take on Caranthir's canonical wife: in himring!verse she's not an elf.

Amroth is in the sea. A 100-word poem.

After a drunken night at Minas Tirith, Fingon and Orodreth wake up married with a baby on the way.

With Nargothrond’s might diminishing and the Elves’ borders hard-pressed, Finrod welcomes the first Men into his ranks, but when their chieftain, Bëor, becomes dearer to him than mere vassal, Finrod faces sending his lover or himself into deadly peril as the Enemy breaches the Elves’ leaguer.

In his own wanderings, Daeron comes to the shore--and finds Maglor.

It is Curufin who crafts the three gems. Starting with the one of fire.
Or: Curufin copes with grief in true Noldorin fashion.

It is not, Maedhros thinks, that Fingon is no longer angry. It is just that Fingon has never let anything as clean-cut as betrayal stop him from loving Maedhros in despite.
After everything, they are just a little insane about each other.

Every morning, I leave you; every evening, you bring me back. An endless game—until the day it is not.

Ye'll take the high road / and I’ll take the low road, / and I’ll be in Aman afore ye; / but you and I will never meet again / on the bonnie, bonnie banks of Ivrin.

This is a collection of true drabbles completed for the 'Four Words' drabble bingo card.

Written for an Insta-drabbling challenge for Orctober prompts, but not horror (or fluff either): two drabbles about survivors, Maglor and Haleth.

Rían falls unconscious at the Mound of the Slain and hears Huor's voice telling her to live.

The memories Lalwen holds to or pushes away, on each side of the Ice.

A short history of the Fen of Serech, from happier times until the bitter end.

“Do you think,” Aredhel starts, her tone idle as she wraps the last strip of fabric around his shoulder and ties it tight, “that killing your husband weighs lighter or heavier than slaying your kin?”
Celegorm freezes, his throat going dry. She does not move away, her dark eyes unforgiving upon him.
“That depends,” he finally says, catching her wrist before she can snatch her hand away. “Did you love him?”
Aredhel had visited Himlad. Celegorm decides to find out why.

On the Helcaraxë, Fingolfin invokes his family's strength and courage rather than the Valar.

In the wake of Nirnaeth Arnoediad, the Dwarves of Belegost mourn their dead.

This is a history that has never been told. Those whom it concerns most deeply are dead now, even those who chose or otherwise received the lifespans of Elves. It is a story that has been kept hidden for more than six thousand years. Now, I believe it is past time it should be revealed.

A young Orc on a spirit quest walks through the memories of her people.

Two Orcs discuss the increased price on Beren's head.