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.

The song battle between Felagund and Sauron

A summary of the events in J.R.R. Tolkien's text The Disaster of the Gladden Fields, written for the Third Age Sessions at Alliance of Arda.

Sometimes Eönwë wonders if his life is just like Manwë's romance novels. Sometimes he even thinks the One may be laughing at him from above.
A story told in exactly 4 1/3 drabbles.

The third kinslaying, as a musical.
Please do not take this too seriously. The writer certainly doesn't.

Orcs: a treatise on dissection.

Tyelkormo is a faithful follower of Oromë. He knows his father would disapprove on principle alone.
This story is his point of view on the events leading to the noldor's exile.
Very biased opinion.

A very great man dies, and asks if he can be of more help to the universe because it has been so good to him.
...Eru Illúvatar takes him up on the offer.

The King of the Peacocks has passed away. Who will come to mourn his passing? Manwe will surely send his emissaries...
https://archiveofourown.org/works/47759956 This poem goes with the artwork.

A horrid cacophony of cries erupts ahead of them, as orcs appear—up the cliff on hidden ledges, on the path, with bows and swords. And behind them rises a figure of darkness and flame. The heat rolls down the path over them, bringing the smell of burning flesh and bitter fear with it. Someone screams.

Éomer Éadig is dead, and Aragorn meditates on losing his friends.

The tale of Dáin Ironfoot, told loosely in the style of a saga of Iceland (in English translation).

Ar-Pharazôn takes part in the first ceremony of the new Temple, and Zigûr is there to help him.

The dead have no mouths, and cannot scream. That does not stop Curufin from trying as he watches Vairë’s tapestries ravel before his eyes

Maedhros takes up his father's crown, and then gives it away

Interludes with Finwë, from before the Journey to after.

Thunderstorms never bring good news, Anairë has noted. And the one keeping her up this night is certainly no exception.

In his brother's final moments, Curufin must play an unexpected role.

Argon sees the world with an artist's eyes. All the way to the end.

Patrols upon the Ard-Galen are rarely events of great fanfare during times of peace.

The sons of Fëanor find their places. Or lose them.

And even after he and Lúthien settled in Tol Galen, where the air smelled of roses and pine and the nightingales sang merrily through the summertime, word of the outside word came in bits and pieces, often many years late.

Rather than killing him, Dior curses Celegorm with his dying breath. Someone that Celegorm once helped helps him a little in turn.