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

Eönwë, Herald of Manwe, changes the course of the Exiles’ fate when he decides it’s not only the Noldor who have a beef with Morgoth. He's done playing the loyal messenger-boy and decides to get something done.  A shamelessly AU What if?

Eönwë

Artist: Gerwell

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.

Early in its wanderings, Erevir seeks out a place that might give it hope.

"Sire….please! You came for the boats but… but can you sail them?"

At Alqualondë the Noldor found that there were unexpected helping hands waiting for them. Hands that trimmed the sails, manned the rudder and guided ill-gotten swan-ships to the Twilight Lands.