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.

A companion to my Lord of the Rings rewrite of the same song.

Carantir does visit the Haladin and their leader has some things she wants to get lifted off her heart...

"Come eat your supper, Eluréd," said Nellas. "Afterward we'll build a bonfire on the hillside, and I'll teach you how they used to dance at Cuiviénen."

A Yuletide fic for the past season. Beleg returns from the Northern Marches and shares some quiet moments with Mablung. Fairly fluffy piece. Plenty of angst and feelings thrown in.

Beleg fails to return to Menegroth for Túrin's birthday celebration. Mablung and Túrin set out to find him and bring him home.

As a child, Curufin wants to keep up with his favourite older brother.

Arda's end was prophesized and, with it, the birth of paradise. Rebirth there was, but the much desired heavens are still much awaited for.

Fëanaro Curufinwë was the most radiant part of my soul, and I longed to relieve his happiest memories. Or: A Tale of how reality does not work that way.

Fëanaro abandoned his half-brother only to meet a full-blooded one, more alien to him than Nolofinwë will ever be.

In Barad Eithel, High King Fingolfin lives under the shadow of his half-brother, dead on the very spot where the fortress was built. At the Feast of Reuniting, the ghost who haunts Fingolfin's nights somehow becomes real.

Glorfindel is dead; only he isn't. As he wakes in Angband starring into the eyes of his husband, he finds himself enlisted into the most dubious group of kinslayers, traitors and dark elves to save dragons, steal Silmarils and topple Morgoth from his throne... well, at least, that used to be the plan. Glorfindel/Caranthir, Curufin/Eöl

Narvi and Celebrimbor have a private talk together

Confronted with the prospect of becoming King of the Noldor, Nelyafinwë reflects on his role as a leader. Written originally for Fëanorian Week (March 2019) on Tumblr. Prompt: kingship.

Yep, another girl falls into middle earth. Into a conflict. Ending up in a kinlsaying is never the safest place to fall into.

Modern AU. Maedhros and his siblings are meeting their Nolofinwion cousins for the first time. Maedhros isn't convinced this will end well. But it does. In fact, it's the beginning of something beautiful.

While Feanor and Nerdanel are away, Maedhros gets sick. His brothers do their very best to take care of him.

Curufinwë is not happy about having to share a celebration honouring him with Findaráto, but it ends differently than he thought it would.

Oropher offers his son a compromise, perhaps the first of his entire life, in an effort to keep Thranduil safe and stop him from letting his curiosity be the end of him.

Melian had known this would happen; She'd tried to tell him, but he wouldn't listen... or perhaps, it was never in her power to make him understand.

Oropher returns to visit an old friend. Things take a rather dark turn. AU short story.

A group of refugees seeks safe harbor.

This is a sequel of sorts to my story "My Sister, Aredhel, Is Dead." You can read this story without having read that one, and I hope you enjoy!

Finwe and Mahtan are asked to babysit their seven grandchildren. Nothing can go wrong, right? Right? Featuring the Sons of Feanor in happier days, family fluff, capture the flag, and guest starring Huan the Dog!