While Smaug slept he dreamed, and who do we know is in charge of dreams? Lord Irmo of course! This is the story of Smaug sleeping from Irmo's perspective.

Silmarillion and Rings of Power AU. Galadriel reminds Maedhros of Feanor

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}

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".

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

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.

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

A Haiku for The Sons of Fëanor

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.

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.