At the end of all things, Nerdanel is still alone.

Je vous présente, ici, quelques poésies issues de mon imagination et de ma vision du vaste monde de Sieur Tolkien. "Envolée lyrique" est consacré au grand thème initial souhaité par Illùvatar : "L'Ainulindalë".

Part 301 posted, in which Helluin and a company of scouts spy on the Deeping-coomb. Helm King forces entry to Súthburg and begins fighting the Dunlendings in the West Emnet. Helluin returns to Edoras in summer to find Haleth in retreat and a host of enemies advancing. OCs galore as usual.

Just musing on the courtship of Galadriel and Celeborn... Short & sweet ;)

Waking up in a new world is terrifying. For Kiera, she is dumped into this world, but in the wrong age to make a difference. For residents of Gondolin, their once isolated city will be shaken with the arrival of humans. For a few elves, the pull of humans is intriguing. While some develop friendships, only two turn into love, pushing the boundaries of mortal and immortal unions.

Forgiven and given a second chance Mairon may be, but now he faces the challenge of recreating a life for himself in the Blessed Realm. But there are some who think that Morgoth's former lieutenant should be in the Void along with his master, and are willing to make that reality by whatever means they have to use. Sequel to Redemption.

Who would voluntarily enter the Dor Daedeloth and seek out a way to sneak into Angband? Except for the lonliest, most desperate outcast with no one to say goodbye to. With nothing to lose and everything to gain. - This is the story of how Fingon rescued Maedhros from his bondage at Thangorodrim and what led him to dare such a hopeless undertaking.

Newly arrived in Lindon but fast to the High King's confidence, Elrond is officially announced to Gil-Galad's court. He learns what these formal affairs are really all about. Content warning for consensual hair-braiding and maybe one drunken kiss or two.

Findis has been asked to help her nieces and nephews put together a nice dance performance for Finwë's winter ball. So far, the only result is chaos.

A tale of the middle child of Thingol and Melian. One that brought sorrow and joy. In the woods of Doriath the trees whisper of heavy hearts. By the river Aelin-Uial the water murmurs of deliverance.

Just felt like writing about Tuor...

Fëanor gets a peculiar omen about the future the Silmarils hold. (One-shot, warning: blood)

A Haiku for The Sons of Fëanor

Decided to try scribbling out my own ideas for a telling of the Second Age

This story is the beginning of the "Warriors of Doriath" trilogy, and follows Beleg Cúthalion throughout his life, through parts of his childhood, and up until his death at the hands of Túrin. {1 "Warriors of Doriath" Trilogy}

The daughter of Celegorm and Aredhel and the son of a certain Gondolin Lord grow up in Oromë's woods oblivious to their true heritage. A tournament in Tirion reveals hidden truths, secrets and long lost relatives. The two are thrown head-first into the fight against Morgoth and the family drama continues. Can they save their loved ones from oaths, betrayal and dark tragic fates?

And indeed, Finrod is there, nestled comfortably within the mess of ornate pillows he'd dragged into Thranduil's bed the night before. Thranduil can make out the dull glitter of jewels strewn around him even in the low light of the settled evening. Thranduil/Finrod, set in the Third Age. Finrod Never Died AU lmao

Maedhros wakes to the warmth of Fingon wrapped around him. Russingon Hurt/Comfort, set post-re-embodiment in Valinor.

Melian & Mairon meet under unexpected circumstances in Beleriand and develop an unlikely sort-of friendship over the years. Very light background Silvergifting & Melian/Thingol.

The last years of Numenor from the view of an unnamed observer

Un recueil de textes courts sur l'univers du Silmarillion nous plongeant dans un instant ou une pensée des protagonistes de l'histoire

Finderáto was fairly certain that his heart had stopped beating. He had been walking with Turukáno and his small family. They were talking about nothing in particular, simply trying to pass the time, when the ice had given out under Elenwë. The gaping chasm had mercilessly swallowed her and little Itarillë.

Elrond found himself looking at a face that he did not remember, but recognized anyway. "Ada?" his raspy voice trembled. Eärendil smiled.

Finrod felt utterly exhausted. His duel of Song with Sauron had drained him far more than he would have liked. The subsequent torture had not made his energy levels any better. Finrod would do it again if it fulfilled his oath and saved Beren.

Fingon is visiting the newly built Himring for the first time. The cold brings unpleasant memories.