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Eight perfect drabbles (and one bonus accidentally AU one) from the SWG Discord instadrabbling session in January 2025.

There is no escaping guilt.
Or,
Maedhros finds another orphan in the woods.

Three vignettes, three times Luthien thinks about Treelight and Silmarils.

Seven names a princess of Rohan and daughter of Helm Hammerhand might have borne, and the fates that accompany them.

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.

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

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

Húrin kills Mîm and wanders through the remains of a decaying city, the remnants of the peoples who once lived there and called it home.

Dior did not see the arrow until it pierced his own flesh, a hard thrust of a point entering his back and blossoming out of his heart. The pain of the wound, and the feeling of his body in uncertain panic around it, was almost secondary to his curiosity.
Now what?
Dior felt strangely detached, as if he had stepped out of his body. He watched himself fall over the body of the Golodh he’d slain. Dior had worn no helm nor armor that day – and he saw his hair fan out to cover them both. They died together in the dark cloak of it.
Dior’s eyes closed, and all was dark.
~
And then Dior opened his eyes.

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.