Any game at a Fëanorian party means everyone is out to win. Rules get a little flexible. For my square, "Welcome to the Party" in the Fëanorian Fun Bingo.

I have issues with how the Valar acted in the First Age. (Sorry about the broken codes everyone! Actual story should be up now.)

This is based on my story "Untold Tales" but can be read as a stand alone story. Elrond and Thranduil spend New Year's Eve with Elros/Tar-Minyatur. Here they are introduced to human customs. Elros/Elrond/Thranduil RATED M for a reason

short story about Elwing and Eärendil

All Manwë wanted was to go sled racing. Was that too much to ask?

Emeldir in the Battle of Sudden Flame. (Background Barahir/Emeldir. Implied/referenced character death.)

This is my take on the chaos caused by elves in our time. Part of the plush toy collaboration.

Maitimo and Findekano in Valinor at the time of the Two Trees first realizing their feelings for each other. Mutual pining, both painfully oblivious to each other's true feelings. Maitimo is helping Findekano study for his upcoming examinations and naturally spending a significant amount of time alone together which brings their repressed feelings for each other to the fore.

The love of Celebrimbor and Erestor during the rise and fall of Eregion.

Are you Orpheus, Makalaurë Feänárion? / Written for Tolkien Secret Santa 2018.

Narvi and Celebrimbor get married. They are in love, and they are happy, and that is all that matters. [Tolkien Secret Santa 2018] [Oneshot, fluff, weddings]

Feanaro's boys bake some gingerbread cookies for the winter festival. Nothing can go wrong there, right? Oh, wait. It's Feanaro's sons we're talking about. Fluff. And Merry Christmas to everyone.

Betrothals are serious matters for the Elves, even if they so happens to be arranged from birth and and both are the same gender. Dior Eluchil is ready to take the role as a consort to Celegorm to make up for the rejection Luthien once did, but he faces some big trouble from his own family about letting him go...

Erestor hates mid-winter celebrations, but his reasons run deep and grievous. Set in Third Age, shortly after Glorfindel is returned and come to live in Imladris. I originally meant this to be a "finding romance through enmity" kind of thing between Erestor and Glorfindel... but it went a different direction. I think I might also write a prequel, because this won't leave me alone!

La vie sur la Terre du Milieu est souvent difficile, et survivre aux différents Ages de ce monde peut s'avérer très ardu. Heureusement, il existe de nombreuses techniques pour préserver sa bonne santé (et celle des autres). En voici quelques unes.

The Elves had an old folktale of a creature, the Lord of Gifts, that would judge their worth during the Winter Solstice and unleash a dark Shadow on the unworthy. *Not good with summaries* Rated T to be safe. Got this idea of Annatar being like a Middle Earth Santa from Tumblr and wrote this for my Yule RPG session of the One Ring.

The Noldor settle in Mithrim, Alasselië the seamstress among them. After many years they welcome back their king, though he is much changed, and more changes follow once he recovers. This fic revolves around the experiences of both Alasselië and Maedhros as they come to grips with the changes in their lives, but there is no romance between them.

Telufinwë Ambarussa zemřel v Losgaru. To ale nemusí znamenat konec.

Telufinwë Ambarussa dies at Losgar. But that may not be the end.

When Finarfin turned around and forsook the march he didn't know what he would return to, he didn't know what awaited him in the darkness, and if his wife would ever forgive him. In darkness he turned back, he retraced his steps to Alqualondë and then to Tirion, but he still has many miles to go before the darkness will come to an end.

This is the story of Artanis Nerwen, later known as Galadriel. The story of how she left, and how she came back, and all that happened in between. (Nolde - a female Noldo) / Do you realize, Lord Laurefindil, that of all the people present in Middle-Earth now, I have known you the longest?

On the Hellcaraxe, Turgon holds his baby daughter close, after the recent death of his wife. (Rating may change)

A series of letters sent out by the inhabitants of Formenos during the Exile. Parody. This is a crack fic not meant to be taken seriously. Disregard LaCE and all other 'official' histories.

Les petits elfes qui ont été sages toute l'année envoient leurs lettres de vœux à l'Ada Noël. Les Orcs, festifs, décident de célébrer les fêtes de fin d'année avec quelques chansons. Fëanor bougonne, Morgoth s'amuse, et l'Ada Noël en a marre qu'on le prenne pour un certain "Gandalf"...

Better, Nellas said to herself and the trees who listened, to remain apart from Men. Better so than to become entangled in their fate. But when had she ever been able to evade Fate's snares — even when she would?