The shortest day of the year is still full of light in Himring as Maedhros celebrates the midwinter festival with his people and a few visitors.

Where were his brothers? He is alone, on a field stained with the blood of his kin and foes. Or is he? Who's heavy steps draw near? A gift for a friend! R&R please!

To Melkor's considerable joy, Mairon was revealing himself to be quite a feisty little creature underneath his stern exterior. May contain Angbang, implied sex, and implied severe nastiness, so don't go in if you've got allergies.

COMPLETE It is the first snowfall of the year and King Thingol and his wife take young Lúthien outside to enjoy what could only be described as a magical moment in time. First in line of the FFCC

Fëanor monologues about his children shortly after they are born, with his long-suffering wife for an audience. He is highly complimentary about his sons – and himself – and very rude about everyone else.

Many elves were famous singers. Even Arda itself was created by singing. So I came up with an idea of what it would be like if they had a singing competition.

A family scene featuring Curufin, his wife and their baby son: Celebrimbor gets his mother-name soon after birth, for his mother has had a premonition.

Curufin is endlessly irritated by a young artist his mother is collaborating with, yet he finds himself drawn to her. Featured are heated discussions, many light-hearted Fëanorian family scenes and vaguely described art.

Hmm. I wonder what that means? (plays a certain song) :) Fingon becomes a snow-elf, unwillingly. Happy seasons :)

/Au/Parodia... cuando Moriel busca un lugar para poder dormir tranquilamente, se topa en una extraña y algo alocada tierra y ruega porque su "pesadilla" termine. Desde Nerdanel como la reina roja, hasta Irmo como el gato rison... Melkor y Mairon seran los duques, ¿Maedhros el sombrerero loco?, ¿Feanor es victima de violencia? .-.

"Ich to w różnym czasie wybrał Ilúvatar, by w jego imieniu przemawiali na Ardzie, u początku zaś wiele im podarował".

Era simples: sentia-se como um animal sendo caçado. Seu fëa era atormentado pela sensação de perigo eminente, pelo desespero de estar sendo perseguido por algo poderoso. Ora, não era coincidência que tais sentimentos tivessem sido despertados na ocasião em que encontrara Fëanor pela primeira vez.

"Lecz wtedy właśnie odezwał się głos z oddali i Fëanor posłyszał własne imię. Poznał Fëanor, że to Mandos i zrazu złość poczuł ogromną".

Maeglin is not the only one in Gondolin who suffers from hopeless unrequited love, for from one heartbreak stem many.

Zimą w Śródziemiu też można się cieszyć. Krótko, fluffiato i z przymrużeniem oka.

Sometimes it takes someone on the outside to show you what you are grateful for. Fingon is shown a brief lesson in thankfulness by Maedhros. A short Thanksgiving one-shot.

Indis tries.

It is the final day of Melkor called Morgoth...the final day before he is sent by the Valar into the Abyss, the Void, that place where no Light shines. The task he started is yet incomplete, but there is one who can finish the job, take it upon himself to complete the ultimate task... But first, he must be converted...

How Fëanor and Nerdanel end up having seven sons.

Gorthaur/Sauron learns a lesson in the toppling of empires. A short one-shot about Morgoth teaching his servant a valuable lesson. No-slash. Written for a Sauron Sunday challenge.

During the Age of the Trees, Mairon-Sauron, a loyal and responsible Maiar, begins to crave independence. (slash Sauron/Melkor)

Maglor's given a chance by one of the Valar to right some wrongs. He accepts after visiting Elrond, but Maglor has no idea what's in store for him and is unprepared for the many shocks he's forced to face when he's thrown into a world of the past. His top priority: destroy the Silmarils. Thankfully, Maglor discovers he's not alone in his quest. Will they succeed? Or will they fail?

"Be a long journey," one fellow fisherman said. "You are blessed indeed to return home safely." "I have no companion," Eriol said. "And yet, my journey lies beyond. Farewell, dear fisherman." "And to you," the fisherman said, clamping his friend's shoulder for a second time that day.

Cuando no puedes enfrentar la realidad. Este fic participa en el reto #18 "Los psicópatas de la Tierra Media y ramas anexas" del foro el Sociópata Poney Pisador.

Turgon keeps ending up in his Father's bed...full summary in the story