"I was young, and the world had not yet lost its luster. I saw my father and all my brothers take the oath, and so did I, one after another. It felt so simple. And for that I have been hundreds of years far from home, and I will never see my mother again. Do not swear such oaths rashly as I did." Book 1: The Kinslaying at Sirion. Book 2: A Brief Respite. Book 3: The War of Wrath.

Ever wanted to read the Silmarillion but found it a little dense? Then this is the slightly funnier and far less poetic version you've been wanting.

After the sinking of Beleriand, Thranduil follows his parents' expedition to relocate the survivors of Doriath to Greenwood the Great. Oropher once knew their king, Lenwë, but it has been more than two thousand years since they've spoken. Searching for Lenwë, hoping for his help, the Sindar instead meet Rauwen, a young Silvan leader who is skeptical about welcoming the Sindar into

The Valar have a really important interoffice meeting and things get derailed when Aulë turns up sporting a non-regulation Hröa.

Weaver and Weaver... and Weaver... Weft and warp of light and unlight

Au plus profond des mystérieux et impénétrables bois d'Oromë, Tyelkormo s'est fixé un but. Il est prêt. Il sera le premier elfe à servir le Chasseur Sauvage, lui, le troisième fils dont on n'attend rien, et tous reconnaîtront sa valeur. Mais la Forêt lui réserve quelques épreuves; et Tyelkormo, du haut de ses douze printemps, n'est peut-être pas aussi prêt qu'il ne le pense...

The long and weary road from the birth of the Union of Maedhros to the Nirnaeth Arnoediad, the downfall of the Sons of Feanor and the construction of the last Great Gate in Gondolin. Features also: Turgon, Idril, Fingon, Gwindor, Celebrimbor, Erestor, Ecthelion, Noldor, Sindar, Men, Dwarves, OC-s, Eagles, Easterlings & many others. CANONICAL GAP-FILLER.

Under the might of Morgoth, a group of elves attempts a horrific act to plunge the world into darkness forever. A small force of disparate people stand against them over three ages. It takes us from Valinor to the Wars of Beleriand to The War of Elves and Sauron and into the Third Age. A non canon tale inspired by some gaming books that I inherited from a relative.

There was a reason why the Valar spoke unto Finwë that no Eldar may have two living spouses.

Few remain who remember the name of the woman recorded only as "Fingon's Wife." None will confirm the rumor that she came from another world. But she had a part to play in the First Age, and from her, the only High Queen to serve the Noldor, came the Last King. This is the final part of her story: one of family, of faith, and of tragedy. Airequalmë book 3.

Young Thranduil has trained for centuries, honing his skills as a fighter, but always secure in the knowledge that he is safe behind the Girdle of Melian. Now, strangers attack his home and he must face them, untested beyond the practice arena.

Caranthir is nervous about meeting Haleth's father and brother for the first time. Haleth is sure everything will go well.

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 children of Huor were both given tasks by the Valar. What will the other's be, and what will it take to accomplish it? Silly little daydreams with my OC-avatar ;)

One mishap. One defeat. One accident, yet the effect it has on his life is immense. Forced to flee from Tol-in-Gaurhoth, avoid his master, face an old friend in unspeakable shame, deceive an entire city twice... those are no easy feats, and Sauron knows this from personal experience. But they're not impossible. Semi canon-compliant, I don't want to include too many spoilers.

When visitors come to Menegroth for the first time in his young memory, young Thranduil is eager to catch a glimpse of them - so he sneaks out of bed to watch the welcome feast. He only meant to watch from afar, but soon he is face-to-face with one of the strange elves from 'outside.'

Tout début du Deuxième Age, juste après la submersion du Beleriand. Les derniers fils de Fëanor ont disparu. Le tout jeune royaume du Lindon est encore en train de se stabiliser sous la gouverne de Gil-galad, Elros vient de fonder celui de Númenor, et Elrond aimerait juste qu'on l'oublie et qu'on le laisse étudier en paix.

Sauron, the fallen Maia, finds himself resurrected by a mysterious force, facing a restored form and a chance to rewrite his destiny. As he navigates the familiar realms of Valinor, he uncovers a web of secrets and forgotten memories. The allure of redemption beckons, but will he embrace it or succumb to the shadows once more?

Just felt like writing about Tuor...

A Gondolin, Turgon déprime... Une parodie crack du Silmarillion façon Kaamelott et Sacré Graal. Suite du livre I. Nouveau chapitre : Les autochtones, II.

A Gondolin, Turgon déprime... Une parodie crack du Silmarillion façon Kaamelott. Livre terminé !

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

This is my new poetical attempt to add my own interpretation to Tolkien's Cosmology as to Eru's Creation and the Valar's minds and behind-the-scene providence reasons and mechanisms.. I often review Eä as part of our own world, just in another dimension, this is why I have always seriously thought on the matter who the Ainur are, who Eru is, how he matches our own pantheon.

Part 333 posted, in which Helluin makes her way back to Lad Ivren as the Long Winter breaks. Chieftain Argonui, Lord Arador, and Lord Arathorn welcome her warmly. She presents an account of her Troll hunt but receives some disturbing reactions. Before returning to Celenhár, Helluin shares final words with Chieftain Argonui. OCs galore as usual.

Ce n'est vraiment pas grand-chose. Ça ne va pas changer la face du monde. Ce sont juste des mots, n'est-ce pas ? Rien que des mots.