Just thought I'd explore Emeldir & company

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

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...

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.

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.

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.

Sauron a mis en place un plan pour dominer Arda, mais la conquête et la soif de pouvoir n'est pas le seul but de sa quête, son esprit est encore rampli par des ténèbres qu'il cherche à effacer pour se prouver qu'il peut être plus qu'un simple serviteur dévoué à un Valar déchu.

"Tu devrais dormir, Elrond, soupira Maglor." "Je sais, mais je n'y arrivais pas, avoua le garçon à voix basse. Mon esprit tournait en rond. J'avais besoin de me concentrer sur quelque chose, alors…" Sa main brunie par le soleil désigna le recueil de poésie ouvert sur ses genoux, mais son regard de pluie demeura ancré sur l'orage qui lacérait les cieux.

Dear Husband suggested I try writing Sauron from a more sympathetic (or nuanced, at least?) perspective… took a while to chew on that one but this is what I came up with…

Fingon alone puts his rage aside for the Noldor, for what once they had in the Bliss of Valinor, as he sets off in search of Maedhros among the Thangorodrim. But that doesn't mean it's easy. Deeds worthy of song rarely are. TWO-SHOT Rescue of Maedhros, cover art by Jenny Dolfen

Fëanor is dead. Amrod is dead. But Celegorm still has work to do in service of the Oath during the Dagor-nuin-Giliath. At Eithel Sirion he corners a band of orcs under the cover of the everlasting night. Character study ficlet.

Maedhros has lost a limb, lost a kingship, lost a brother. But he's not lost his pride in the Noldor. He must learn to fight again. "His body recovered from his torment and became hale, but the shadow of his pain was in his heart; and he lived to wield his sword with left hand more deadly than his right had been."

The world has changed in the wake of Doriath's fall and Celeborn and Galadriel must contend with the looming threat of war even as factionalism amongst the Sindar threatens to shatter the delicate ties binding Beleriand's survivors together. Meanwhile, they privately struggle with the fear that their new marriage will splinter beneath the growing animosity between their peoples.