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.

Caranthir lay on the cold ground of Menegroth, gasping, when he heard it. Her.
“Don’t cry,” she whispered, calm, soothing.
He sobbed.
Caranthir is dying. Haleth is there to take him home.
for S&D 2025 Slide 102

She had learned the way Elves married, she did not wish to be tied to him, or him to her. She knew she was a fleeting thing in his long life, and she had her pride.
Haleth brings her son to Thargelion, seeking answers.

The story of the first peredhel, fierce love, and how sometimes the laws of nature will let you think you defied them sucessfully before they catch up to you.

If she's being honest, she's not yet quite sure why she's still a bit surprised that Caranthir has agreed to be here with her, just this once.
Caranthir, Haleth, and an early summer celebration.

A series of fics focused on my headcanons for the textual ghost characters of Curufin's Wife, Maglor's Wife, and Caranthir's Wife--not to be taken literally as necessarily their actual married partners (or even, in the case of Maglor's, romantically involved at all). These are just the women who slot into my head in that Legendarium role, as it were. Largely focused on Maglor's best friend and horsemaster, Hemmoril, who is very much a Horse Girl Lesbian.

for the prompt "i'll be the man my father never was" for any trans son of feanor

Caranthir is nervous about meeting Haleth’s father and brother for the first time. Haleth is sure everything will go well.

“Marry me.” Caranthir says, more of a demand than a question.
Haleth takes a sip of her wine.They haven’t even been served yet.
“Is this about the will revisions?”
or, A Modern Marriage of Convenience AU

Caranthir remembers Haleth.

A short crime-story that is a direct continuation of a Drabble written for B2MEM (Match).
Detective Aredhel and her second-in-command Haleth find the burned corpse of a boy. They now have to investigate men they had thought firmly and safely relegated to the past.
Can they be guilty of a crime so heinous? Why won't anybody in that dark, foreboding house cooperate when the women clearly toil to save their reputations and lives?

Haleth visits Thargelion on a cold, snowy evening.

Their chieftain, Haleth, is staying with me in Helevorn with a few of her guards (also women). I am not sure what to make of her.
Maglor has some advice for Caranthir on relations with the Haladin.

The blossoms have appeared in the land / The time of pruning has come / The song of the turtledove / Is heard in our land
The green figs form on the fig tree / The vines in blossom give off fragrance / Arise, my darling / My fair one, come away!
- Song of Songs 2:12-3
Haleth and Caranthir attempt to make love and discover they don't know much about making babies.
My attempt at subverting the bodice-ripper; a triple drabble.