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

Finrod and his Werewolf.

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.

"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.

Summery: Valinor isn’t everything the elves remembered it to be after the Noldor exiles return.  What if Fëanor was right and the elves really are nothing more than fair slaves to the gods?

Pairing: Maglor/Finrod

Written for Burning Nightingale for the 2012 Ardor in August fic exchange

Oropher assists Finrod Felagund in a hunt for a saboteur who has prevented spring from coming to Doriath. A Sherlock Holmes style mystery, with a twist - or two.

They were all children once, and played as children do. Cousins played games with cousins without the undercurrents of discontent between their fathers ruining the golden days spent in their grandfather's garden. There were secrets, though, even then but they did not care about them.

Of course those days are as dead as that much beloved grandfather and Finrod barely thinks of the time he was little Finda in a child's frock, clinging to Tyelkormo's skirt with Carnistir's hand stuck to his, as they braved the "wilderness" of Míriel's garden.

It seems though that there are some final lessons to be learnt, some final games to be played and a secret or two to discover that should have been left alone. 

In Nargothrond Finrod Felagund is both the unwitting architect and witness to the final, dying gasp of Fëanorian innocence.

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.

Finrod Felagund gets stranded in a storm, a mysterious elf comes to his rescue.  His life will be forever changed.

Glorfindel and Legolas talk to Finrod, Glorfindel's elder brother, in Valinor before the Noldor sail to their new haven in the east of Middle-earth.

This was a birthday gift-fic for Esteliel. It can be read after The Second Return: Chapter Two of Magnificat of the Damned ~ Book One..