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

A place for all my small pieces that don't justify a story to their own but don't deserve to rot in a file in the back of my document folder because I'm not going to make them any longer. Also the future home to any B2Me I ever do. (Maybe next year?)

An utterly unredeemable PWP. Celegorm discovers one of the many uses of the reading nooks in the gardens of Nargothrond.

They had been damned for their pride.
Damned for their passions.
Damned by the Valar and by Morgoth Bauglir.
Hated and envied by both.

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Reborn into an older world and freedom, they had discovered that the jealousy of Gods does not fade, and that damnation has an agelong reach.

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In dark Angmar, the Mouth of Sauron feeds his ambitions with unspeakable acts. Coldagnir the Balrog begins to learn what freedom is, whilst in New Cuiviénen the Noldor battle with their own pride and passions.

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Every inner eye in the encampment was bent on the drama unfolding to the south, but Fëanor's mind seemed to focus all of them like a lens. There was no sound. This was the center. Fëanor's eyes were blank and blazing with impossible, unearthly light.

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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.

Celebrimbor was not an only child.

"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.

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.

An elusive presence haunts Celegorm on his solitary hunting trip and lures him from his path into a mystery-ridden chase. It remains unclear yet, if the son of Fëanor is hunter or prey… (Silmarillion-verse, set many years before the Dagor Bragollach. Rating not necessarily for all chapters, but for some explicit parts.)

Story is currently put on hold! It will be continued, maybe even in the near future, but I can’t promise. There might also be some edits, I’m not sure yet. If, they will mostly concern Chapter 4.