After coming face to face with the descendants of a hidden bloodline, the Lady of Light reminisces on the bloodline of Melian and their connections, her own involvement from when she was still young and ambitious, and coming to terms with all that has happened, the mistakes she had learned from, and the secrets that have yet to be unraveled. Companion piece to The Lost Dunedain

The fate of Eluréd and Elurín, lost in the forbidding winter woods of Doriath after the Second Kinslaying. This was written for the 30 Fanfic Second Birthday Event with the prompts 7 and 12: Grave Injury and No Happy Ending. CW for child death.

This tale tells of the failed attempt of Ulfast son of Ulfang to warn the Elf-lord Caranthir of the evil treachery afoot.

A nightingale sings desperately for her life, trying to escape the jaws of the ravenous wolf.

Waking up in a new world is terrifying, what's worse is one you know but only vaguely. For Kiera, she is dumped into this world but in the wrong age to make a difference. Follow the journey as she travels to Gondolin to find her destiny before the city burns. Will what she remembers be enough to make a difference?

"Someday you'll go far. And I really hope you stay there." Finarfin's words to Fëanor haunted him throughout his life, from the idyllic land of Valinor to the shores of Middle-Earth.

The host of Fingolfin regard the first sunrise and moonrise.

[Based on Getaway Car by Taylor Swift] Lúthien's scheme to steal a Silmaril turns a hundred more complicated when she runs into another thief angling for the same prize.

Elros befriends some gulls.

Findis watches, entranced, as he takes up his tools and begins a new carving, taking a shapeless lump of wood and turning it into a leaping hound before her eyes.

The last years of Numenor from the view of an unnamed observer

This story follows Anarion Gwilliam as he was born to a time when Numenor was at the hight of its power but also at its lowest as the Numenorean people began to grow hateful of their mortality and wanting to have immortality. As the Kingsmen rise to power. So does the ever growing shadow that befalls Numenor.

In Gondolin, Turgon is depressed... A comedy and a parody of the Silmarillion with a lot of characters and chapters. New chapter: Fashion.

"On the House of Feanor the wrath of the Valar lieth from the West unto the uttermost East." A child eavesdrops on an argument he was never meant to hear.

"I'm sorry Elrond, I forgot how curious elflings are." He said quietly. " I should've realized that sooner or later, one of you would ask about this." ... Unable to sleep, Elrond asks Maedhros the question the son of Fëanor never wanted to answer due to the memories it brought. LOTS OF FLUFF AND ANGST

"Forgive me," Finrod muses, the ends of his lips twitching up in a teasing smile as he ties a delicately embroidered burgundy sash around Maglor's waist, "I had forgotten that you only hang out with me for the fashion advice. No other reason." Finrod & Maglor friendship shenanigans

Celebrimbor confronts Annatar about his treason.

Five times Daeron meets Maglor by accident, plus one time it happens on purpose.

Just a funny little snippet of life at Himring when it rains. :) (rated T for language/mentions of past injury)

Series of one-shots and drabbles about the time Maedhros and Fingon spent together before the destruction of the trees. / Russingon

Caranthir had tried to weave tapestries after they'd settled at Mithrim under Maglor's direction. Tapestries memorializing Alqualondë. Not glorifying it, never glorifying it, for what glory could there be in blood-soaked sand and desperate, senseless slaughter?

That all-important, life-altering moment when a Prince realizes he is now a King – whether he is prepared to accept the title or not. Enjoy!

Arafinwë cannot say when he fell in love with Fëanáro. Perhaps it had always been that way, perhaps it was the attraction to something different but familiar. Nerdanel comes later. He loves her too.

Celebrimbor, Arafinwe, and discussing what it's like to be loved- and to love- the lie of someone who never really existed and who did their best to ruin you. Sequel to 'Passing Your Face on Ever Street Corner'.

Arafinwe makes lying into an art form, as is only family tradition.