Maedhros finding Fingon’s body after the Nirnaeth. Warnings for angst and mild description of blood. Disclaimer: I wouldnt have had the heart to kill Finno. NO SLASH!

But as Eluréd and Elurín made their way south along the sunny coast of Lindon the heat had settled in, like a heavy blanket over the land that even the sea breezes could not abate. It brought with it scattered rain showers, the occasional rumble of thunder, and an oppressive feeling.

After Fingolfin’s death, Maedhros comforts him. No slash. I own: nothing.

If you've ever wanted to see the origin and fates of the Jewels set to a classic country song, this is your lucky day. (And, if not… well, I pity you, that's all.)

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old: Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning We will remember them.

S.A. 500. Rebirth, in a way, is a process, not an act. Gloredhel has been reborn into a new body and returned to her old home in Tirion, but learning to live in her new life, adjusting and renewing old ties and friendships, that is a process not so quickly completed. In the midst of this, there are unpleasant revelations to be made about the fate of Finwe's House in Beleriand.

In his youth, Thranduil went on a diplomatic mission to Nargothrond on behalf of Elu Thingol. His report on the trip was surprisingly brief.

Russandol forever had fire in his soul. Maglor saw it scorch and warm those his brother came in contact with, and saw it become his end.

A few months after the events in Sirion the eldest son of Fëanor returns to Himring from a trip to the border. An encounter in a hallway calls forth memories, but perhaps something else too. Maedhros' story, consistent with 'The Brink' and 'The Stronghold'.

He heard the voice again, and turned towards it, westward, but as he did he saw the girl again, with her green dress and her yellow hair. She ran up to him on light feet, leaving no trace behind on the snow. "Are you leaving?" she cried. "Please don't leave!"

Spellbound by Glaurung, Father of Dragons, Túrin abandons Princess Finduilas and runs on a fool's errand. But what if she doesn't wait in vain for a rescuer that will never come, and fights back? Perhaps then Túrin can evade his doom after all. - A short fix-it version of the Silmarillion tragedy, can be read fandom blind. [COMPLETE]

Herein is told the tale of Finrod Felagund, that fair king of the Noldor, who bravely into darkness went with Barahir's son, Beren, that one way fulfill his quest, and the other repay his debt. In the shadows of Tol-in-Gaurhoth he strove with the dark wizard Sauron in songs of power, and but for his courage, and his sacrifice, all hope may have been lost.

When Finwë dies, it is in desperation and despair and agony. When he washes up on shore, coughing and sputtering and altogether unsure of how he got here, his first concern is that he really hadn't imagined the Halls of Mandos looked like this. (AKA the obligatory Gil-Galad origin fic.)

Truly, Finrod was like another little brother to him.

The sundering of the Noldor was bound to leave scars.

The Elves want revenge on Fëanor. Námo has a headache from dealing with him. Manwë is amused. (The Fëanorians think that maybe Mandos wasn't so bad, after all.)

A brief account of innocence lost and the end of the sons of Fëanor. Was it the world that changed, or was it them?

"How could she express her sentiment in words? It was like flying for the first time, gliding through the air on the wings of a graceful swan. She shrieked, let go of her emotion. She did not mind the amused expressions on the dancers' faces, she did not mind what her mother would say if she saw her, she simply lived." (Cover Art by Sa-Mo on Devianart)

"She presented a pitiful figure, he thought contemptuously, with her small band of Men trudging past enemies far greater than they. What chance did they hold to defeat such mighty adversaries? And yet...and yet...there lay dormant a far greater fiery spirit in this insignificant girl when awakened." (Cover Art by Sa-Mo on Devianart)

A fanfiction author gets lost in vintage "Middle Earth Characters in Modern Day" fics and gets inspired. (She always had a soft spot for the two oldest Fëanorions.)

Less than two days after the Third Kinslaying at Sirion, Elrond bites Maglor, and Maglor and Maedhros have a conversation with no real resolution. But, in the end, there is maybe a road forward.

Prestes a reafirmar seus votos de casamento com Melkor, Mairon, num rompante de ciúmes, sai de casa. E agora, como fica a família Bauglir? Mairon X Melkor, Mairon em sua forma feminina pois está "grávida" do Meren. Fiqui zuadah.

The Laiquendi tell us of themselves and the untrue assumptions made about them.

Elu Thingol spends time alone after hearing his great niece's account of what occurred in Aman and remembers his friend, Finwë.

Indis walks through what used to be her home with Finwë and reminisces about her recently slain husband and the good and the bad their marriage brought.