The AU I am writing, primarily surrounding Celegorm and Finrod/ Tyelkormo and Findarato, starting with a tentative truce between the pair and carryig on past their deaths into the life of Gildor Inglorion, the bastard son in body of Finrod and in spirit of Celegorm.

This is otherwise known to me and my friends as that AU where I am completely awful to Celegorm.

It was an elf, his horse fallen near him and dead by a snapped neck, struggling despite how thoroughly Nan Elmoth had wrapped him in her most poisonous children.

He was shining, Maeglin thought, like a star that had fallen straight out of the sky. His hair like the mercury his father used, skin like the hazelnuts that his mother devoured when in her better moments.

Femslash Bingo Fills for the Flowers and Their Meanings Card for Femslash Week 2016 

Édebar was a tidal island. It had been a resting place of the Lady Uinen who had gifted it to a group of those who had pledged devotion to her to create a sanctuary for those who were mentally distressed or unhappy to find peace again. It was a far more discrete option than the long trip to Lorien, and Lorien was usually reserved for extreme cases.

Girls crying about their marriage prospects was not considered extreme.

50 Prompts resulting in 50 AU Silmarillion based or related drabbles or ficlets.

There was a wound in his heart. Ingwion felt it tear; tear up his eyes and drench his mind in dark resignation and despair. Belatedly he realised the wound had been there an achingly long time and by forcibly involving himself in this he was reopening it. Or widening it.

The Royal Couple of Tirion Spent the Mingling Hour of the Trees Together

Fëanáro, eldest son of Míriel Þerindë and Finwë Ñoldóran, attempts to be the best brother he can be to his little siblings despite being perplexed, bothered, and bewildered by them almost constantly.

There is not much said of the Elf Maiden Mithrellas, servant of Nimrodel. That does not mean there is nothing to tell of her. A Sultry in September fic written for Rhapsody.

How Liltafinwë Tyelkormion lost his father and became Gildor Inglorion.

Matimo hears of Findekáno's morning.

Finrod and his werewolf

EDITED.  Maedhros' suicide takes the Silmaril he bears deep into the embrace of the earth. For the eldar concerned this was the end of the sorry saga. For the silmaril in question it was not

Galadriel keeps her brother's letters. His words are like pearls. Gildor is married. His love for his wives keeps him breathing. 

Celebrimbor was not an only child.

Celegorm was his favourite uncle for a reason. That was why it hurt the most.

The stubbon pride of Celegorm endures, even after death.

"Sire….please! You came for the boats but… but can you sail them?"

At Alqualondë the Noldor found that there were unexpected helping hands waiting for them. Hands that trimmed the sails, manned the rudder and guided ill-gotten swan-ships to the Twilight Lands.

Summer has come to Sirion, bringing heat and the unhoused. Baradui, a refugee from Doriath, finds her life threatened and that her only source of help might be a pitiously ill patient who can barely care of themself.

The illusion that a silmaril can be stolen. The illusion that a silmaril is anything more than a silmaril.