Elenwë has escaped from Sauron's torment after years of captivity. It had been decades since he had seen the sun... or socialized with others. Will he be able to recover, mentally and physically, from torment? Or will his years of primitive treatment prevent him from earning the love of another? Second Age. In the universe of my story, Hand in Hand, but not necessary to read it.

A poem in tribute of Fingon, High King of the Noldor, he who deserved everything and got nothing.

The problem with sneaking into dark corners is that you can never know what, or who, you might find there… Relationships: Turgon/Elenwë, Maedhros/Fingon.

One day in the life of young Thranduil - from a quiet moment with his mother, to time spent with his friend Galion, to an uncomfortable talk with his father, and an eavesdropped conversation hinting at the resurgence of darker days.

Après que les Valar eurent éventré Utumno et que Melkor fut capturé, Sauron, dissimulé dans les ombres, prépara résolument le retour de son maître. Peu à peu, la flamme en son cœur diminua, car les siècles se succédaient sans jamais que le Seigneur des Ténèbres ne réapparût, et Sauron, l'Abominable, perdit l'esprit ; car le doute pèse lourd sur le cœur, fut-il de chair ou de fer.

He walks alone. (Or, five one-hundred word drabbles concerning Maglor in the aftermath of the War of Wrath.)

Just what exactly are the lieutenant of Angband's voracious appetites? Meldiriel, taken along with others from her village might soon find out. Slight AU (trying to keep to canon as much as possible). Rated T for now.

\ˌpōs(t)lə ˈminēəm\ n. : rule of international law under which persons or things taken by an enemy are, after re-capture, restored to their original purpose. "It's the star of the House of Fëanáro. It's my heritage." Sauron, Celebrimbor, and redemption, featuring the Doors of Durin.

The war robs soul from everything.

Ilmarë hovered outside that small cool patch of twilight, and called gently to her old friend, beckoning her. I want to show you something, she said. Come away with me, to the stars.

„Jakże pomylił się Finwë, gdy synom nadawał imiona!". Finarfin w obrazkach, Finarfin w relacjach, Finarfin w symbolu. Finarfin w lekkim rozwinięciu.

As we all know, Feanor forged Silmarills and after the assassination of his father decided to chase Morgoth. We know about The Oath and its terrible consequences. But what about Noldor who remained in Tirion, the other side? How Valar appraised actions of whole family and what happened next? We know Finarfin was forgiven but was that unconditional? Slight AU possible. On hiatus.

Somehow Fëanor and Nerdanel are trusting enough to let Celegorm take care of purchasing Caranthir's begetting day gift on behalf of the whole family, and Celegorm certainly doesn't abuse their trust by buying his brother the worst-tempered horse in all of Valinor.

You could have been His king. (Warnings inside.)

AU story where Arafinwë, the youngest child of Finwë, is born with something that makes him stand out in his family...

A tale of the last months of the ruling house of Cardolan in T.A. 1409. This takes place in the same story setting as my previous effort Son Of Rhudaur and includes some of the same characters.

Mairon, still Aulë's Maia, gets a reward for a job well done. Sort of Angbang, I suppose.

Written for Maeglin Week on tumblr, a set of seven drabbles about - you guessed it - the Prince of Gondolin.

When Fëanor Discover that his son is having a relationship to his own cousin he forces Maedhros into an arranged marriage to avoid a scandal and to break up the romance. What he really accomplish is to bring an innocent Third part into the Family much against her will. Can she survive when hearts seem to harden and the very light itself is stolen from them?

COMPLETE The earth shall tremble beneath the might of the Balrogs, with Glorfindel and Ecthelion struggling to escape from Gondolin with survivors. Fires shall burn and tears will be shed, as a desperate fight for their lives hangs on the blades of two courageous Elves... A re-write of Ecthelion and Glorfindel's Last Stand

Amonel made a life for herself in Tol Eresseä, but if she is honest with herself, she has to admit something is missing in it. Or someone. A reembodiment ficlet for holidays.

And now she was back under the Sun, with a hröa that had no memory of his touch even as the bond tugged at her fëa, stretched painfully across the Sundering Sea, across the border between worlds; and her voice was dead within her, flat and foreign in speech, false and fell in song. / Maglor's wife. / For Tolkien Secret Santa on tumblr.

"Yet Aredhel wearied of the guarded city of Gondolin, desiring ever the longer the more to ride again in the wide lands and to walk in the forests, as had been her wont in Valinor." gift piece for hadas-the-unseelie on Tumblr for the 2016 Tolkien Secret Santa exchange.

Melkor fell into the abyss of evil and Mairon fell with him, locked in his embrace. Beware, Angbang ahead!

Therefore, do not bend. Once bend a little and they will bend you further until you are bowed down. Sink your roots into the rock, and face the wind, though it blow away all your leaves. (Or, in which Artanis looses many things, but also finds something else along the way.)