Hors-sujet de Fëaanoriann. Des siècles avant la recherche des Silmarils et la guerre contre Morgoth, les fils de Fëanor se rassemblaient déjà – pour les repas familiaux. Et ce n'était déjà pas bien glorieux.

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.

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 ;)

"I think I have to face tragedies of my own with a smile on my face. I don't need a script," Celebrimbor sighed with annoyance, eyes still glued to the poker. "A tragic hero, then." "Well... no. They usually die in horrendous ways, which I rather hope to avoid." "Most of them hope for a happy ending like you, only to have it torn away. According to the elvish authors, at least."

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.

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.

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…