A novella of the House of Finwë from the Darkening of Valinor to the fall of the Last Alliance upon the slopes of Mount Doom. Told by the long silenced voices of: Irimë Finwëion the Mistress, Glorfindel Fëanorion the Savior, Maeglin the Traitor, Gildor the Bastard, Celebrimbor the Martyr, and Celebrían the Victim.

“Vengeance calls me hence…Yet I am not the only valiant in the valiant people. And have ye not all lost your King? And what else have ye not lost, cooped here in a narrow land between the mountains and the sea? ...Fair shall the end be, though long and hard shall be the road! Say Farwell to bondage! But say farewell also to ease! Say Farwell to the weak! ... Journey light: but bring with you your swords! For we will go further then Oromë, endure longer then Tulkas: we will never turn back from pursuit. After Morgoth to the ends of the Earth! War shall he have and hatred undying!” –Fëanor

Artist: Gold-Seven

Tyelkormo comes of age. Over the course of the celebrations Fëanáro has a lot to consider including: the true horror that is women, the interplay of light, Carnistir's freckles, and hermaphrodites. Though not in that order.

Maedhros and Fingon under a tree.

Maedhros ponders the question of free will.

A lesson for Elrond: legacy of a happier time in the midst of danger.

This will be a collection of smaller ficlets written in response to The Silmarillion Writers Guild Back To Middle-earth Month 2011 and 2012.
I hope to use the prompts to write snippets, gapfillers or to flesh out events within my Dark Prince/Arc of Fire 'verse.
All will be Silmarillion-based, up to the time of the Last Alliance, and will mesh I Will Lead And Thou Shalt Follow, the pre-Third Age chapters of Dark Prince and Lords Of The Light.

They will not necessarily be in chronological order, and will be added to as and when I have time.