Makalaurë says his goodbyes after swearing the oath. His wife loves him dearly, and understands more than he thinks.

Raising a child of the house of Finwë is no small task, and Elenwë is plagued with doubts as Idril grows to become much like her father's family. She sets out to give her daughter a gift worthy of a Noldorin princess.

Many in Valinor sought the hand of the lady Galadriel; to none did she give her heart, for none were worthy.

Lost on the Helcaraxë, Aredhel begins to doubt herself. An unwelcome conversation with her least-favorite cousin brings fear and feeling into perspective.

Fëanor trató de contener su impaciencia: llevaba más de una hora desnudo frente a su esposa, cumpliendo su capricho de dejarse dibujar. Las manos de Nerdanel trabajaban veloces, su rostro sonrojado delataba su gran confusión: ¿por qué tenía tanto afán en esculpir el diseño de su silueta? ¿Era su amor por el arte o el aflorar de sus profundos deseos hacia él?

Haiku. Jak ktoś lubi to zapraszam :-)

Tras la abrupta decisión de Ilúvatar, los Enanos se sumieron en un segundo sueño, antes de llegar a Arda; pero Durin no cedió a la ligera. El intercambio entre Aulë y la "Luz" despertaron su curiosidad y temor: ¿cómo sobrevivirían en un lugar desconocido y peligroso? ¿Qué destino les aguardaba? Y sobre todo, ¿qué papel les correspondía ejecutar dentro de la Creación Divina?

On both sides of the Sundering Seas Galadriel and Finrod find solace in each other's embrace. NOT incest.

Na Fingolfinovu žádost se Finrod a jeho sestra vydávají poprvé kontaktovat tábor svého strýce na jižním břehu Mithrimu. Věci nejsou takové, jaké je čekali.

At Fingolfins request, Finrod and his sister go to contact their uncles camp on the south bank of Mithrim. Things are not what they have expected.

Avant le jugement de Mandos, il vous faudra séjourner dans ses célèbres Cavernes. Tout y est fait pour faciliter vos premiers pas dans l'au-delà. OS. Défi du Poney.

Être mort n'a pas que des désavantages. A condition de réussir à le rester.

La vie n'est pas toujours facile lorsque l'on guide les âmes des Hommes... Défi du Poney Fringant

Rory is working as a guide at an old castle, famous for its colourful past and its banshee. He isnt superstitious, that is, until he one fateful night does encounter something out of this world...In more ways than one! Written for Halloween and terrifying Tolkien week.

Il était une fois, un Maiar de feu au service d'Aulë. Son nom était Mairon et on l'appelait l'Admirable. Son cœur était bon et droit, mais quand l'Ombre étendit sur lui son emprise, il quitta la route de ses pairs, et il changea de nom. [Un bonbon ou un sort 2018 - Collectif NONAME]

Compilation de brefs poèmes écrits pour la Feanorian Week: Maedhros, Maglor, Celegorm, Caranthir, Curufin, Ambarussa, Fëanor et Nerdanel. C'est le Silmarillion, c'est les Feanorians donc angst, tragédie, mention de thèmes pas folichons, violence, vous connaissez la chanson. (Et parce que c'est de moi: introspection et étude de personnages)

In the Third Age, Elrond seeks some advice from his father.

Not long after the war of the Last Alliance, a dragon troubling the East Bight forces the captain of Imladris and the king of the Greenwood into reluctant cooperation. The men of both realms realise that more is to be gained from cooperation than from upholding the distance the war has caused.

Lacking experience sometimes means making mistakes and can have unexpected consequences. Like making new friends, or finding love. (Or: Erestor has many talents, and a secret - or at least he thinks so.) [The first part has been rewritten and extended, and replaces the first, shorter, version.]

Written for a flash fiction prompt. An alternate ending to The Battle of Unnumbered Tears in which Morgoth loses, but the price of Elven victory remains too great to bear. Oneshot.

Celebrían has not been idle while waiting for Elrond to come west.

They make the ordinary sound prophetic and spectacular.

The door out of which Elves stepped into new life was a small one. It opened into a glade of grass and ferns and fragrant flowers. It swung open on silent hinges one quiet evening, when the sky in the west was purple and the sky in the east night-dark, and the stars burned bright overhead. A cricket hid in the grass and chirped. An owl swooped overhead on silent wings.

Edrahil seeks home. Set early into the leaguer. Inspired by RaisingCaiin's prompt for the Innumerable Stars exchange 2018 at AO3.

Dagor Bragollach. When fires engulf the North, people of various stands must face darkness. Loyalties will be tested, self-images challenged, and bonds established. A story written for the Innumerable Stars 2018 exchange, crossposted from AO3.