Court texte sur la naissance de Voronwë.

Maedhros spends the night hours alone between starlight and a glow on the horizon, the promise of morning.

Fourteen years beyond the Peaks of Iron. He left a princess and a kingdom behind. Sometimes the past becomes the future. Sometimes the dawn is darker than the night.

A series of extracts from the Mandos Messaging Service.

Il n'en peut plus de tous ses crimes. Cela fait des siècles qu'il erre, seul, mais lui aussi a droit à la rédemption.

After speak with Finduilas about Turin's curse, Gwindor thinks about his feelings for her.

They can keep their heaven. When I die, I'd sooner go to Middle Earth. (part of the History Will Be Kind To Me universe)

"All his life, he would remember that moment: the silver bells of Hithlum greeting the rising sun, and then, as if in answer to the bells, voices raised in song, the voices of the Eldar, impossibly clear, impossibly beautiful. " In which Hador Lórindol comes to Hithlum, swears fealty to Fingolfin, and follows his lord to the end. And doesn't regret a thing.

Elrond, arrived in Valinor, goes to meet his mother, Elwing. Taking Maglor with him. "Hmph. I suppose we can't have him being beaten bloody on my doorstep." Elwing said, unenthusiastically "Or killing someone." Apparently Maglor was considered a random killer, like a biting dog. "Come in then, if you must." [Return to Aman 2: Follows 'And the wind as sweet as honey in the mouth']

I Will Wait For the SWG April/May A Woman's Sceptre Challenge. Prompt: "Some say cavalry and other claim infantry or a fleet of long oars is the supreme sight on the black earth. I say it is the one you love." Sappho.

"For into darkness fell his star, in Mordor where the shadows are." (Finduilas is Gil-galad AU)

Her people said she was not fair. Fëanor defied them all and called her the fairest, and not only in body, but in mind, for she had a spirit to match his own, and a longing for wisdom.

Niënor no podía ser la risa de Morwen, no era su Lalaith. Tampoco podía ser su amado Túrin. ¿Qué podía ser entonces? / Breve relato madre e hija.

When the ice broke underneath Elenwë's feet, something in Turgon broke with it. During a festival night in Gondolin, he is reminded just how much of him is broken.

Vàna was irked. Now, that did not happen much. She liked to consider herself a calm and sweet-tempered Valië.

In a game of chess, players move their pieces, taking advantage of each piece to protect their king. Wars, as Glorfindel and Erestor reflect, is not really that different. Sets after the War of the Last Alliance. One shot, friendship only.

Sólo momentos antes de morir, Maeglin comprende a su madre. El presente fic participa en el reto veraniego #19 Mujeres de Arda. Del refrescante foro El Poney Pisador.

Netyarë has been fascinated by bright colours all her life, but one day she finds herself chasing something subtler. One-shot about the artistic passion of a Noldorin painter (Curufin's wife) with a dash of other passions.

'And seeing her joy, Yavanna's brothers and sisters lifted their voices in song, and together the Valar made music.'

La historia volvía a repetirse. Huía de la batalla, llorando lo que había perdido: su pueblo, sus hijos y los motivos para vivir. Había fracasado... por el momento. Aferrada al Silmaril, Elwing tomó una decisión. Rescataría lo último que le quedaba: su honor y legado familiar. Historia para el Reto #19 "Mujeres de Arda", del foro "El Poney Pisador".

Not all of the Noldor who rebelled were great lords or warriors. Here we meet one woman who with her family follows Fëanor to Beleriand.

Hola, se bienvenido, mi nombre es Lúthien. Soy hija de Elu Thingol y la maia Melian, princesa de Doriath. Mi historia con Beren y el Silmaril es bastante conocida, , pero no el resto de mi historia. ¿Estás listo? Bien, toma asiento y escucha.

Maglor is consumed by the idea that his own choices shaped his life as it is, while he watches the breaking of the land after the war of wrath. - one shot - revised version

Two brothers who are more similar to each other than everyone thought they are. One - to rule them all, second - to remain behind the Door of Night.

If Míriel never married Finwë or had a child, if she put all her energy into her craft instead of giving birth to Fëanor . . . what might have happened? (Canon divergence AU. Gen, background Finwë/Indis.)