These were simply flashes, a hint of a wider, greater world. A tantalizing glimpse of more, always at the edge of awareness, never within reach. Míriel would grasp it, if something as intangible as the concept of color could overflow in bounteous wonder over her hands.

But then fire was caught, tamed and kept and cherished, and their world was suddenly awash with light. The world expanded, a pageantry of blues and greens and browns. A cacophony of color, overwhelming in its saturation.

In which Míriel falls in love with the colors in the earliest days, and Indis too.

An exchange is made during the Great Journey

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

Elwing reckons with the passage of time.

Turgon cannot be above the law. 

Arafinwë attempts reconciliation.

Argon falls, and Turgon screams.

The overlooked son, Carnistir was, with such strong personalities among his kin.

Gimli sipped at his tea. “Knowledge, Master Elrond, for your library is known far and wide for its vast collection of works dating to the the time before Sun and Moon, and all that came after.” Gimli smiled. “Alas, I seek even older knowledge.”

Findekáno sets out to retrieve Maitimo.

Arwen grieves, and loves.

Makalaurë keeps Eönwë waiting

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I could get drunk off of her alone, nevermind the wine.

Amárië catches the attention of the Princess of the Noldor during an annual ball.

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“They can’t just assume we’ll let them leave us behind.”
“But they are, and they will. Our fathers are the Heads of their Houses. Fëanáro is king. Defiance would be treason, beloved.”
“I am his firstborn.”
“You are his only daughter.”
“I have done everything to be the son he wished me to be.”
“And yet, you are not.”

Findekánë and Maitindë do not go to Beleriand with their fathers. This changes very little, and yet so much.
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Aredhel enjoys watching her Feanorians play.

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With a quiet kind of love, Maeglin makes his lover earrings.

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Erestor just wants some peace and quiet. It never lasts.

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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.
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“You’re not going to break me,” Russo huffed, finally cracking open his eyes, which were bright with amusement. “They could not, what makes you think you could?”

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Two years after Eöl's death, Maeglin reflects, and Rog tries to be supportive.

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