Oh it was so good. Just that perfect puffy pastry with crunchy almonds on top. Just enough sweetness to satisfy Tyelkormo’s sweet tooth, without being so overwhelming that it’d disgust him in two bites. No really, this croissant was just utter perfection!

The twins were bored. That, in Tyelkormo's experience, was a very, very bad thing, more so when Maitimo wasn’t actually home to deal with the terror and he was himself supposed to be the Responsible Adult. 

Fëanáro was sitting on the floor, his back against the grave marker his father had had made for his mother when her spirit fully settled into Mandos’ Halls.

He was alone on Estë’s island, deep within Lórien’s gardens. Of course he was. When was he not?

Even his father didn’t bother coming anymore.

"And a hunter also was Celegorm, who in Valinor was a friend of Oromë, and often followed the Vala's horn." The Silmarillion, chapter 5

Celegorm started his life, trusting Oromë, having faith in a Vala.

What does it mean for the rebellion? What happened?

And his life in Beleriand?

This is a treat for art N°4 : There's a monster inside of me, by Lidoshka.

Celegorm could see things he was the only one to see, from the corner of his eyes. He could see his reflection mocking him in the mirrors.

His brothers couldn’t know. No one could know!

Treat for art 45 of TRSB : Telperion Quenta Silmarillion by Wisteria53

Tilion takes Celegorm with him to visit Telperion

This is a treat for the TRSB art 47 : Bird friend, by starlightwalking

Tyelkormo and Huan are walking in the Woods, enjoying a fine spring day when Huan finds a lost chick on the floor, under a nest.

story for art 68 TRSB 2024 - In every wood in every spring there's a different green by FakeCirilla9

The 'wilds' of Valinor seen through the eyes of Tyelkormo and his family: from Tyelkormo's birth during a long journey, to the introduction of little Telperinquar to the natural wildlife of Valinor.

Written for art 86 - Dream of the Forest, by Sallysavestheday, for Scribbles & Drabbles 2024

Celegorm was dreaming.
He was aware that he was dreaming: he knew faintly, distantly, that he was in Beleriand, and yet…

Story for art 88 - Nessie in lake Mithrim by Octopus_fool for Scribbles and Drabbles 2024

Tyelkormo was busy going over hunt rotation and reports from his people when a child came to him, running:
“Prin.Prince, there’s a… A thing in the water. King Makalaurë said to come.” The child said, panting.

Written for art 147 - Blorbo’s first lemon by octopus_fool for Scribbles & Drabbles 2024.

Tyelkormo was at home when his brother came to ask him to pick up lemons for their mother, and to babysit his son.

This is a story for art 87 - Aromantic and asexual pride by daughterofshadows for Scribbles and Drabbles 2024

Upon his return from his most recent hunt with Oromë’s people, Tyelkormo saw a servant of the house come to him in a hurry.
“Prince Tyelkormo, your father wishes to speak to you at the earliest possibility.”
Tyelkormo snorted at that, faintly amused. His father certainly didn’t word it this way.

Written for art 154 Archery Practice by ethanray for Scribbles & Drabbles 2024.

Tyelkormo comes to Aredhel's house to teach her archery.

Celegorm suddenly felt like he was suffocating.

In a moment in Himring, Celegorm felt that Huan was dead.

Celebrimbor broke the tools his father gave him.
It was the last thing he had of his family.

For B2MEM, day 1 : The prompt was: Coming home / Reunion / Missing somebody.

Tyelkormo was currently outside the house, hiding from his mother.

It was nearly winter and every winter was peak matchmaking activity time in Tirion’s palace. So Nerdanel focused more on her sons at this period since she wanted them to make a good impression so they could find a good wife as was proper for young adult elves. 

Alas, Tyelkormo didn’t want that. 

Works for the Sitcom Bingo : We need a distraction, Failure is the Only Option, and getting volunteered (poor Makalaurë's dramatic so he enjoys being volunteered, worry not, no minstrel was harmed in the writing of this fic).

Netyalindë was walking home slowly, after the Valar announced the horror that had taken place in Alqualondë, promising it would be the last time such a deed is seen in their lands.

Her eyes had gotten used to the darkness around her she thought. Or perhaps it was that she knew those streets like the back of her hand-stitched pocket that currently held in secret the brooch that Fëanáro had made for her for her wedding to his second-born son. 

Maitimo held his baby brother in his arms, and was surprised when the baby started to emit a melodious sound. 

Telperion’s light was bathing Oromë’s Wood in a quiet and eerie atmosphere that Tyelkormo loved. He alone among the elves was awake at this time of the night... 

The text below is born of a conversation I had with a friend irl, in which she said she'd love to have an epic love story the like of Beren and Luthien (We're both fans of Tolkien so...)

Only the way I read it, the story of Beren and Luthien is not about love, but about pride: It's an epic lesson on the subject of pride and greed.