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.

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.

"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.

A Tale of Two Elessars: Fëanor's and Enerdhil's, and the story of how they became intertwined.

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...

Melian and Thingol reunite. One-shot.

Scribbles on my idea for a telling of the Second Age

Maedhros, najstarszy syn Feanora, zostaje schwytany przez Morgotha i przykuty łańcuchami do klifów Thargorodrimu na jego rozkaz. Nie ma nadziei na ratunek, dopóki nie pojawi się jego najdroższy przyjaciel. (one-shot)

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...

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

A one-shot detailing Fingolfin's duel against the Dark Lord Morgoth before the gates of Angband.

A ghost story.

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.

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

What if Sauron had not fled? In which Sauron takes Eonwe's advice and returns to Valinor to face judgment for his deeds.

Ulmo has held the way the Valinor open for several ages to allow the elves stubbornly refusing to make the journey the opportunity to sail. Now there is only one left and Manwë won't shut up about how much of a security threat leaving the way open is. Ulmo asks Ossë to do him a favour. Maglor can't escape them both.

A night to remember—or perhaps one better forgotten?

Le vent hurlait autour du pic de Thangorodrim, portant les cris d'agonie de Maedhros jusqu'aux oreilles de Fingon

"At least we have learned that the Sons of Fëanor can die too." Nine POVs, one matter - a story on the kinslaying at Doriath.

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

This is a screenplay that deals with the events at the end of the First Age and beginning of the Second in J.R.R. Tolkien's Middle Earth. It chronicles the events following the overthrow of Morgoth and the destruction of Berleriand, sticking closely to the (very) brief outline of them given by Tolkien in the Silmarillion.

Every morning, I leave you; every evening, you bring me back. An endless game—until the day it is not.

Alone were they among the fathers that did not possess the hair that grew so mightily from the other's chins. Being without the hair blessed by Mahal made them feel sad and so to them their father sent a vision. A plan in which to forge their own.

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.

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.