A poem in Quenya, with an English translation and author's notes.

Maglor and Maedhros at the very end.

Whatever our souls are made of, yours and mine are the same. But it was not the will of Ilúvatar that like should always cleave to like. / A story of Nienna and Nessa before the Trees.

Olorin bides farewell to a friend in Valinor. This is a sequel to Blood and Ashes and the other Mornel Feanoriel fics.

Tuor s musings on the impending end of Gondolin and the love and fear that bind him to Idril. (settled in Gondolin before its fall)

Wszyscy wiemy, że Feanor wykonał Silmarile, a po ich stracie wypowiedział Przysięgę i ruszył w pogoń za Morgothem. Wszyscy znamy zakończenie tej historii, ale jak mogło wyglądać życie w Valinorze przed i jakie nastroje panowały wśród Noldorów? Co czuli ci, co zostali, ta druga strona bo zawsze są dwie? I co Valarowie sądzili na temat Feanora i jego rodu? AU w którymś momencie.

A twin, an uncle and a distantly future father: Elrond on sorrow, hope, family and love, at a time of mourning for him and Númenor.

Sauron, hiding from the Valar, is offered a chance to enter Lindon where Gil-galad struggles to rule a newborn realm whose citizens are torn apart by the tragedies of the First Age. To unify the Elves, Gil-galad forces Oropher to leave Thranduil behind to be trained as a warrior alongside Elrond hoping the two kinsmen could become a bridge between the Noldor and the Sindar.

Five-and-a-half millennia after leaving their home galaxy, the crew of the city-sized seeding ship Iluvátar reach their goal - a sunless primordial planet, waiting to be turned into a new homeworld. But Chief Engineer Melkor has his own designs for "Arda Project", and his megalomania threatens to doom them all...

That's it that's the story. Five times Feanor tells his sons dad jokes. I had to okay, this guy totally invented the dad joke. I mean he has seven sons.

Niewiele wiemy o matce Fëanora, poza tym, że poród wielce ją osłabił. Wiemy także, że po śmierci Finwëgo oraz odejściu Noldorów wróciła do świata żywych a w służbie Vairë miała odtąd przedstawiać dzieje rodu Finwëgo. Kiedy dłużej o tym pomyśleć, jest to w gruncie rzeczy kara, patrzeć na wszelkie nieszczęścia jakie spadły na jej wnuków i jej lud za sprawą knowań Morgotha i Przysięgi

It's not easy to come back to life, especially when you are tiny. And left your half-brother's care... Fluffy piece.

By zapomnieć o klęsce w Doriath i o śmierci braci, Amras zabiera swoją młodą wychowankę na naukę polowania, jednak nie wszystko idzie po jego myśli.

life with a cat is never boring, at least not for Dior and Nimloth

Snippets of Fingon's growing up, centered around one word, and Fingon's associated memory. Mostly fluff, some angst. Will include the specific warnings and tags that apply in the notes of each chapter. This Fingon is the same Fingon of another Modern AU story I wrote titled "(Without) Question"

Glorfindel finds out Ecthelion never learned to dance and promptly drags him to a tavern for some lessons. Also I'm bad at romance please forgive me.

Haleth has led her people well, dedicating her entire life to duty. Now an old woman, she reminisces of the past... and of many things strange to both elves and men. An AU where Caranthir the Dark and Haleth of the Haladin shared more than just words.

An abbreviated version of the earlier portions of the tale of Beren and Luthien, to the tune of "The Spanish Lady". By Ariel of Narnia.

There's a lot that needs to get done before 11:59PM. Nerdanel has been gone since Sunday, so it's up to Maedhros to write his paper the evening it's due, wrestle with his desire to talk to Fingon, make dinner for the little ones, make sure the Ambarussa get their homework done, hope Celegorm doesn't get into trouble, try not to piss off Caranthir too much, and hope that Maglor gets

The tale of Thranduil's wife, Himlóm, and her life as both a descendant of Fëanor, and as a powerful prophetess.

Galadriel goes home.

A series of mostly one-shots starring the Valar. Intended to be received as light humor, but some serious moments are thrown in.

Year 3408 of the Second Age, Middle Earth. Harley, a young French girl, is "chosen" to make the journey between Eä and Earth. However, if there was anyone in the world who did not dream of it, it was Miss Dore. Endowed with deep skepticism, a green dye and a certain addiction to nicotine, she will do everything to leave Arda... Or so they thought. FIRST TRANSLATION OF MY LIFE.

A poem of Maglor's exile

Sometimes your heart chooses for you before you even know there is a choice to make, and then all that can be done is find out whether love can build bridges across differences and fears. This is my take on how Caranthir comes to be married.