UA - Bien avant la naissance de Beren, Maglor a été capturé par les habitants de Doriath et contraint de vivre parmi eux sans pouvoir s'enfuir. Seul car ses frères ne savent pas ce qui est arrivé, il apprend à vivre avec les Sindar et peu à peu gagne la confiance de Thingol. Mais l'arrivée d'un certain mortel risque de changer la donne… Pour le bien ou le mal, nul ne le sait.

Kyron Tramell is a black high school student waking up everyday in a caged life of cocaine fumes, gunshots and abuse at the hands of thugs and a drug addicted stepfather. Then one day he opens his eyes to a magical reality. Kyron's a changeling, the son of a Noldorin Prince will his heritage & romance save him from the vengeance his heart craves for past bullies?

Life in First Age Gondolin - the unofficial records by Pengolodh. Another look at the histories. Crack fic. Not LaCE compliant.

If there is one thing worse than landing yourself in another world, it's landing in a fantasy world that by all means and all reason shouldn't exist, with two total strangers! Note: I don't own any of Tolkien's creations or characters, only my three original characters and plot.

After the Downfall of Núménor, Eönwë and Arien remember the perpetrator. It appears the Maia of the Sun has a secret she has hidden from even the eyes of The Valar. Sunsmith, or Sauron x Arien

Il parle peu, il parle bas. Il ne fait pas de bruit. Son petit visage reste impassible, il ne sourit pas souvent. Il ne lâche pas sa poupée. Et lorsqu'il le fait, c'est parce qu'il est en proie au doute. Ses grands yeux gris trahissent sa confusion, mais ses petites mains restent fermes. Maedhros dit que c'est un enfant qui avance. Maglor veut l'y aider.

Dior and Nimloth may have a unusual marriage, but there is no reason to doubt their feelings for each other

Early in recovery, Maedhros has an episode that drives him to retreating deep into his mind, almost surrendering his life completely. Fingon and Maglor will not have it, but only Fingon can step inside, as Maedhros feels betrayed by Maglor for abandoning him. A mind given tangible things is a strange world to step into, but Fingon must drag Maedhros out of it for him to survive.

I never let myself reminisce. It hurts too much, but tonight... Tonight I will allow it in the candlelight flickering low and casting dancing shadows on the wall. I will forget the cries of those who survived the Sudden Flame, the despair that overtook my uncle, his death placing the crown on the head of the one across the table from me.

She was never meant to be there, never meant to exist and yet she did. Pure chance brought her to a world in which her kind was something unheard of, something wonderful or maybe terrible at the same time. But can someone like that find a home where technology is primitive and magic still reigns?

Parce que le Silmarillion c'est l'histoire d'une grande famille qui se déchire et ne se pardonne pas, certaines petites histoires méritent d'être écrites, canon ou totalement UA, juste pour offrir un semblant de famille unis ou de pardon.

Maeglin a été fait prisonnier à Angband, et il ne sera libéré que s'il dévoile l'emplacement de la cité cachée, Gondolin. Saura-t-il garder le secret ou succombera-t-il au ténèbres ? Venez découvrir cet épisode de sa vie ! [Challenge un bonbon ou un sort, 2019 du Collectif NoName].

Elwing est la reine d'un peuple de réfugiés, la fille d'un roi massacré, l'héritière d'un des trois plus beaux joyaux du monde. Les fils de Fëanor sont des voleurs, des tueurs, les ennemis de sa famille. La décision est facile.

Maedhros watches Maglor taking care of Elrond and Elros an recalls his own father. Written for Innumerable Stars 2019 for Aisla elfvictory.

Le Maïar corrompu déambulait dans les couloirs de la sombre forteresse telle une ombre diaphragme. Toute la journée il avait répondu aux exigences de son maître et il n'avait plus qu'une envie, se retirer dans ses appartements au moins quelques heures.[Événement surprise "un bonbon ou un sort" octobre 2019 – Collectif NONAME.]

Preparativos para a Batalha de Dargolad, que marca o fim da Segunda Era. Povoamento da Grande Floresta Verde por Oropher.

Elrond didn't answer right away. He picked up a seashell and turned it over in his fingers. "I was—angry," he said finally. "It would not be befitting for the lord of Imladris to stand in the middle of Mithlond and scream at the sky, I thought."

The past reaches out to the future and a living mystery is being delivered to the king of Mirkwood as a gift. What follows is a tale of longing and love, of lust and Death and depravity and through it all runs the tunes of the song of tomorrow...

Il avait vu la nuit et les larmes de Nirnaeth Arnoediad. Il avait vu le feu des fouets des Balrogs fendre le ciel. Et il gisait, agonisant, fixant son Roi, le seul encore debout, qui défiait les Balrogs en levant haut l'étendard à l'étoile bleue couronnée de flammes d'or. [Un bonbon ou un sort 2019 - Collectif NONAME]

An interpretation of the corruption of Sauron, drawing from The Silmarillion and The Lost Tales. Will also include Ar-Pharazôn and the Nazgûl.

Before he departs for Middle-earth, Gandalf takes pity on Nerdanel and offers to carry a letter for her.

"Could you tell me about her?" Elrond blinked. "Your mother?" "Yes," Morwinyon said. "Would you tell me a story?" (A prequel to Even Stars Can Die, related by biased elves to other biased elves and passed on down)

A Tolkien 30 day writing challenge based on a collection of songs. Mostly inspired by The Silmarillion, with a probable dash of The Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit as well. Day 4: Where Are We Going from Here by Blackmore's Night. On the Ice, Ñolofinwё reflects.

Par une nuit sans lune, quelque part dans les bois de Tirion, brûlait un feu joyeux autour duquel neuf silhouettes étaient assises en cercle. Mais les ténèbres, toujours aux aguets, n'attendaient qu'une occasion pour les prendre, un à un... [Un bonbon ou un sort 2019 - Collectif NONAME]

'The last thing I wish to say to you is this- that you mistakenly accredit me with bringing horror unto this world. I beg to differ- for it was I who gave the world its beauty. And what is to say my works are horrors? To me, they hold a great beauty none can take'. The Dark Lord would have words with you, dear reader. It appears you have been 'misled'.