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.

Aegnor and Caranthir reflect on their mortal loves while in the Halls. They say time heals all wounds, but does it really?

"W-what are you?" Maglor couldn't help but stutter. I am Glaurung the Terrible. Fear me and despair. It answered.

Maedhros wasn't certain if he should be endeared or worried that the twins often came to him with their injuries. Maedhros suspect that while the elflings trusted Maglor implicitly, he had a bad habit of being a mother hen. Maedhros on the other hand was far more likely to patch up whatever injury and then send them back outside instead of to bed.

SA 1600-01. Following their return to Middle Earth, Gloredhel and Glorfindel find their footing at Forlond and the court of yet another High King with all the political and cultural complexities that have occurred since their deaths. In time, Gloredhel rides west to search for Gwaihir and take counsel with Celebrimbor, now that Annatar has been revealed as Gorthaur returned.

Elrond Half-elven is the newest addition to Gil-galad's court in Mithlond. One night separated from the fawning crowd, Celebrimbor confronts him about their pasts' unique relationship after learning something Elrond has tried to keep hidden.

"Since these identical twins were born mentally and spiritually linked, they had to be inseparable in body and spirit (meaning if one twin died, chances were that the other would soon follow, out of heartbreak or a very fragile fëa, if not constantly nurtured)." A series of bullet-point summaries of our favorite red-haired Fëanorian twins.

Short scenes written for the Arda100 LiveJournal Community about Luthien Tinuviel.

Long, long ago, Melian sought the help of the stars, hoping to cure a poison that wouldn't leave her body.

The children of Huor were both given tasks by the Valar to help Middle-earth. What will the other's be? And what will it take to accomplish it? Yes more silly little daydreams with another non-canon avatar ;P

Elrond has arrived in Valinor, but Gil-Galad is mysteriously nowhere to be found. (Sequal to the fics "Between the Mountains and the Sea" and "His Lance Was Keen". A Finwë is Gil-Galad AU.)

Fingon still seems to be able to pray. Maedhros can't understand this.

Tar-Miríel has a vision about the future of Númenor.

One of the Lords of Gondolin fell in the Third Kinslaying... Leaving one behind.

Someone offers a Silmaril in exchange for Elrond and Elros. Maedhros and Maglor are not happy.

The past reaches out to the future and a living mystery is being delivered to the king of Mirkwood as a gift. What follows is a tale of longing and love, of lust and Death and depravity and through it all runs the tunes of the song of tomorrow...

Maglor laments. People talk. A special character from mythology shows up. For Halloween.

Fëanor’s only daughter is forced into a polictal marrige with Sauron.

A tale of the events of the first age, as told by Curufin's wife (who is unfortunately from the future) Culwen. A collections of chapters that show her struggles with not only a stupid oath by her husband (she blames Celegorm) but also with her own knowledge of the future.

When breaches open between Arda and another world, the Valar begin to investigate them, On the other side, they discover a country known as the United States of America, and seek an alliance. After Morgoth discovers the breaches too and attacks, the United States declares war on Morgoth. Watch as the United States joins the War of Wrath, and changes Arda forever.

She was never meant to be there, never meant to exist and yet she did. Pure chance brought her to a world in which her kind was something unheard of, something wonderful or maybe terrible at the same time. But can someone like that find a home where technology is primitive and magic still reigns?

In a camp in Middle Earth, far from the safety of Valinor, there can be no peace and no forgiveness.

The phantom singer of the shore finally falls silent and Maglor is ready to embrace the eternal peace of death. Namo has another idea. Back in Arda, Elrond does his father proud and acquires a new child.