Elrond makes a visit to Ost-in-Edhil.

You can't mine pearls, so Idun of Khazad-dûm goes to Lindon to trade for them.

When word reached Rivendell that Frodo was abroad and Gandalf was missing, it was Glorfindel's lot to take the road, and Eluréd and Elurín's to ride south.

Elrond and Elros, out searching for Maglor, make camp on the beach.

The storm that destroys Númenor reaches the coast of Middle-earth.

While on vacation, a pair of young women decide to explore some ruins. One of them discovers something startling.

“But no, it is not ruins or pottery I am interested in. They told me that Maglor was living on Himling.”

Círdan set down his glass. He did not look surprised. “I had heard rumors,” he said. “The fishermen up the coast that way are a superstitious folk, and I’ve long thought that their ghost stories might have a particular source. But I did not think he was still there, or that he’d gone out to Himling Isle.”

“It makes sense,” Elrond said, staring down into his glass and watching the liquid catch the sunlight as he turned it in his fingers. “Is there a boat I could borrow?”

Elwë gets sidetracked on his way to visit Finwë.

It came in fragments, glimpses, shades of grey. There was a wide land under a growing shadow as darkness rose like a wave—like the wave that had crushed Númenor, that she dreamed of so often—like great dark wings of some fell creature, like the darkness was a thing in itself and not merely the absence of light.

The door out of which Elves stepped into new life was a small one. It opened into a glade of grass and ferns and fragrant flowers. It swung open on silent hinges one quiet evening, when the sky in the west was purple and the sky in the east night-dark, and the stars burned bright overhead. A cricket hid in the grass and chirped. An owl swooped overhead on silent wings.

Celebrían has not been idle while waiting for Elrond to come west.

"Ah!" The strange man peered more closely at them. "Elves coming east!" He seemed to find the idea funny, and sat down with them on the grass to laugh. "And what are your names, little elf children?"

After Elwing casts herself into the Sea, Maglor finds her sons.

When the dragons come, so does Vingilot--and Earendil is not alone on board.

After Doriath's fall, Nellas heads east, with Dior's sons in tow.

Then, all of a sudden, it began to rain—a gentle but steady rain, cool but not cold, that washed away the mists and dripped like gentle tears down their faces. Another voice wound through the hills and barrows around them, wordless, but young and ancient as spring, and warm, and welcoming.

When Finrod had previously considered his death, he had thought it would come in battle, at the end of a sword or a mace or an arrow.

Annatar comes to Eregion

Nellas takes a break in the Old Forest.

Elwing receives some unexpected news.