"This day is a bad jest," Fëanor said. "My sons hate me, a dog the size of a cow ate my Silmarils, and Melkor is probably plundering my workshop as we speak." - Finarfin shrugged. "Well, we are still alive and Melkor hasn't yet destroyed the universe. It could be worse." - "I guess everything counts as a victory if you set the bar low enough," Fingolfin said dryly.

Thrice accursed are the kinslayers, and thrice accursed are those who fought in vain each and every time. Galadriel throughout the Three Kinslayings.

The War of Wrath shattered Beleriand and the Ainu who ruled it. Melkor accepts that the pieces won't come back together. Or, Mairon can fix anything.

There may have been one person that needed to encourage the eldest sons of two half-brothers to reconcile and forgive each other, to restore their enduring brotherly bond, and to make peace between the hosts of Feanor and Fingolfin. That person may have been an elf-maid: the wife of Fingon.

A look at Turin and his father Hurin, and their grief and ways of coping, just before Lalaith's funeral. Cameo from Morwen. For Celridel.

Two cousins on opposite sides of a river, and a shared secret. (Two drabbles. AU. Celebrimbor/Maeglin.)

A series of seven drabbles about Nargothrond and those who became involved with its fate, based on a set of river-related prompts from Tolkien Weekly. Gen and het (Finduilas/Gwindor).

One cold and snowy night in Tirion, a young Glorfindel cannot sleep and goes in search of his friends to join him in a midnight adventure. The snow is bright and beautiful, perfect for a wintery adventure, but Glorfindel, Turgon, and Finrod get more than they bargained for… This story is also on AO3 on my account, ShadowWolfStar.

Curufin practices the craft he learned from his father, and will one day teach to his own son. Written in anticipation of Curufin day of the Fëanorian Week on Tumblr.

Drabbles set during the First and Second Ages of Middle-earth. (Exactly 100 words as counted by MS Word. Gen, het, and femslash. Summaries and characters listed in the first chapter. Warning for aftermath of violence, non-graphic torture, and brief possession/horror.) Most recent: Nellas and Nienor are caught in a spring rainstorm.

As Ar-Pharazôn's fleet nears completion, two childhood friends must decide what to do. (Double drabble. Femslash, OFC/OFC.)

Samwise Gamgee's granddaughter Fíriel dreams of Cuiviénen under the stars. (Femslash, Fíriel Fairbairn/Iminyë.)

Aredhel escapes from Nan Dungortheb and is aided by a daughter of the river. (Femslash, Aredhel/Goldberry. Canon divergence AU. Warning for spiders and animal death.)

Írimë goes into exile and Elemmírë stays behind, but their thoughts are with each other, on the Ice or in the darkness. (A sequence of five drabbles. Femslash. Female Elemmírë/Lalwen.)

Arwen and Lúthien weren't the only ones who choose a fate against their nature for the sake of the one they loved.

Even before their fatal quarrel, Saeros is exasperated by Túrin's lack of grooming. (Triple drabble.)

Elwing and the wind. (There are powers in Arda that are not told of in the histories.) Femslash. Elwing/OFC; background Eärendil/Elwing.

La tragedia de Túrin torció el camino de las personas a quienes amaba y con Finduilas no fue la excepción.

After the Noldor depart, Alqualondë is left reeling.

Il ne parle pas, il chuchote. Il ne fait pas de bruit. Son petit visage est fermé, il ne sourit jamais. Il ne regarde pas les gens en face. Et lorsqu'il le fait, c'est pour les fixer de ses grands yeux gris à l'éclat courroucé. Il serre les poings. Maedhros dit que c'est un enfant en colère. Maglor le croit volontiers.

Maeglin gets a new chance of love in a person he did not expect

Finwë vient de mourir. Fëanor est en colère.

Deeds done in secret can affect the far future...When Maedhros and Maglor accept their true feelings for one another it may cause mayhem, or it may give them both greater strenght, a strength carried into the ages to come. Story written for Mangacrack as a part of the Slashy valentine exhange.

The night after Eöl's execution, a young orphan sits in his mother's room and waits for his fate to catch up to him.

Celegorm se sent parfois coupable. Ses actes n'ont pas été les meilleurs, et il s'en veut.