Part 310 posted, in which Lord Fréaláf is greeted in Dunharrow. There he is dismayed to learn of Prince Haleth's fall and is forced to offer his message to Princess Heorte instead. Shock and woe greet the tidings on both sides, whelping further decisions that seem ill-fated. Even the mule has somewhat to tell, inciting Helluin's curiosity. OCs galore as usual.

Finarfin, wisest son of Finwë, had an inkling what the Oath would drive his nephews to do. Like any uncle, he would do what he could to spare them that. Or how the youngest child of Finwë gave everyone some bad days.

Il parle peu, il parle bas. Il ne fait pas de bruit. Son petit visage reste impassible, il ne sourit pas souvent. Il ne lâche pas sa poupée. Et lorsqu'il le fait, c'est parce qu'il est en proie au doute. Ses grands yeux gris trahissent sa confusion, mais ses petites mains restent fermes. Maedhros dit que c'est un enfant qui avance. Maglor veut l'y aider.

This is the tale of Eriel of the Sindar and Fingon, son of Fingolfin, as remembered in the later days of the world.

My interpretation of Miriel in the final years...

The Halls of Mandos are unhealthy for young fëa, so they need to leave early. But sometimes there's no family outside yet. Or how Rog got yet another kid thrown at him, and everyone had to deal with it.

A lost and lonely sailor listens at night as a new voice rises, intertwining with the melody of the sea. (Or A retelling of Beren and Lúthien's meeting in a Mermaid!AU).

Fёanor burns his promises with the ships. Maedhros does not.

Just felt like writing about Tuor...

Elwë, in the Halls of Mandos, is finally reunited with his friend Finwë where he learns patience. (Finrod is mentioned, to no one's surprise.)

A'numireth, daughter of Ecthelion, and the followers of Turgon, arrive at Tumladen. Children will be children, no matter if they are elflings, humans or dwarves. They simply cannot resist the urge to try new things. A'numireth was no exception to this rule. Her curiosity led her (and her friends) to a few discoveries and a fair share of adventures.

Maedhros watches on as Maglor & Fingon try to settle a debate over whose harp is better. Maedhros/Fingon/Maglor, Set during Years of the Trees, Quenya Names Used

Fingon accidentally ends up taking Maedhros's hoodie home with him & finds his iPod Nano in his pocket. Russingon, Modern AU

Melkor seeks to grasp beauty one more time.

Just pondering Emeldir & Company ;)

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}

Sequel to 'Tinker, Tailer, Bromance, Spar' (itself sequel to 'Duty, Wine, Gossip, and Buoys'): Two months, three weeks, and four days after returning home from an eventful/misfired/unrequited sojourn at the Guard Academy, Gil-galad and Elrond finally consummate their fast friendship turned mutual attraction.

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.

The Fall of Gondolin destroyed everyone for different reasons. Eldir, Andir, and Ellie lost their mother and father, while Celebrimbor lost the love of his life. Together as a family, they pick up the broken pieces and move toward a better future. While the knowledge of the future is limited, Celebrimbor has hope that the worst is over, and he can live a happy life with his kids.

Not all dreams come from Irmo. Some are the result of decades of horrific war that devastated not only the lands of Beleriand. As the final part of the War of Wrath starts, a certain Vanya is plagued by sorrow, doubt and guilt. Chap 1 is the old fic. Chap 2 is the 2023 rewrite

Upon a chance meeting, Finduilas and Túrin traverse the caverns of Narog, beholding a wondrous sight neither of them would ever forget. But Túrin's curse manifests in the most unexpected ways...

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.

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.

My interpretation of Aredhel

They can let go and be themselves in the starlight. What can bloom in the starlight?