“You,” Fingon pronounced, “are drunk. I am not going to give you anyone’s name just so you can make up a silly drunken ballad."

In Valinor and homesick for Imladris, Celebrían decides to build a new one.

Minyelmë comes to Tirion to see Lalwen, arriving just in time to see things come to a head.

Ficlets written for Feanorian Week

Celegorm stalks through the halls of Menegroth.

Fëanáro came himself, fey, a blazing torch in the darkness. “No,” Nerdanel said. “I will not go with you.”

Ambarussa entered the forests together, but soon parted, clasping hands and grinning at one another.

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

“Have you an interest in gardening, Carnistir?”

Before his first performance in Tirion, Maglor receives a gift from his father and grandfather.

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

Of all the pieces of Beleriand to survive, Maglor would not have expected one to be Himring. He spent many years on the coast of Middle-earth nearest to it, often gazing out at the dark shape of his brother’s ancient towers on the horizon. Finally, curiosity and something else he didn’t want to examine very closely had him purchasing a small boat from an old fisherman who was too old to go out on the water anymore. With not a little apprehension, hoping to escape Ossë’s notice, Maglor pushed the boat out into the waves, and made his way with the tide out to Himling.

Maglor makes it within sight of Himring before his horse is cut out from under him.

A collection of non-Silm-based drabbles and ficlets.

A place to store drabbles and ficlets, mostly written for various prompts.

On a starry moonlit evening, two unexpected visitors come to Psamathos' cove.

Glingaereth meets the crown prince of the Noldor by chance, if chance you call it.

“All the same, sister, be careful.”
“Me?” Glingaereth said. “Careful of what?”
“Of that prince.”
“What, Fingon? If you are worried about the Noldor’s feuds, he is the one who brought them to an end.”
Limbeleth shook her head. “I can’t explain it. It isn’t that you need worry about him, but—I have an uneasy feeling about them all, and I feel also that you will be bound up in their fate somehow.”

As the Fourth Age begins, Elu Thingol at last returns from the Halls of Mandos.

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.

How oddly the old tales changed and twisted through the years!