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?)

The story of Erestor's life in the service of the sons of Fëanor. The story explores the struggles Erestor went through growing up in the shadow of the cursed Oath, a bloodstained court, and the Age long consequences this, and his involvement in the kinslayings had upon his life.

Tears unnumbered they would shed, yet still they would live, and love and defy Darkness.
And they would die. Yet as Fëanor prophesied, their deeds would “be the matter of song until the last days of Arda.”

The Arc of Fire, the blazing thread of forbidden love and desire which began with Fëanor and Fingolfin spanned three generations and thousands of years.
I Will Lead And Thou Shalt Follow. told of the birth of that passion. This story continues the Arc, telling of the ultimately doomed love between Fingon and Maedhros, Fingon's son Gil-galad and Tindómion, son of Maglor, in an Arda where the love of one's own gender was seen as an offense in the eyes of the the Valar – and punished by banishment into the Everlasting Dark.

“I, Tindómion Maglorion do so swear, sire.” His voice shook a little. “My fealty and all my service is thine, Gil-galad of House Fingolfin. From now until the day of my death.”

“Or mine,” said Gil-galad, quite softly.

Book One of the Arc of Fire, and set within the Dark Prince AU, this story also includes Vanimórë, son of Sauron, parts of his earlier life, and the forging of the bond between himself and the Elves which would last for eternity.

~ At the end of the Third Age, Glorfindel and Vanimórë, son of Sauron, are the supreme Powers on Arda, having passed through Fos Almir, the Bath of Flame.
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The mighty dead have returned, and Glorfindel leads the Noldor to a haven in the east of Middle-earth, which they call their New Cuiviénen. Fëanor, released from the Void, will rule there as High King.
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But the ancient loves, hates and feuds of the Noldor have not dimmed or been forgotten with the ages, and their new life becomes a tinder-box of passion, pride and power. Ancient dooms and betrayals arise, and both new and ancient notes of the Great Music are played across the Fourth Age of Arda.
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Fëanor felt his sons' arms restraining him, heard their voices, but his eyes remained locked on those of Námo.

“Didst thou truly believe – any of you – that thou couldst judge me?” He burned fire back at their stainless chill and then, scornfully, he laughed.