Possibilities uncounted belong to the creative mind. If there is an Illuvatar, then surely in some other place; some other world there is an Illuvammë and the realms of High Queens, where the actions of their daughters and granddaughters shape history, and their men fade quietly into the footnotes of great tomes.

Finwë, grieving for his wife, stumbles through a gap between words in his dreams and meets another who suffers similarily.

Finrod knew his cousin’s tastes were… unusual to some and deviant to others, but he also knew his cousin was discrete about such things. He did not expect to make walking in on Celegorm flagrante delicto an annual occurrence.