Maglor experiences artist's block as he throws the Silmaril into the waters. Everything cannot be perfect, even if you are the greatest artist of the Noldor's ; closure cannot be found, and the past comes back to haunt you every morning at the same hour.

Maglor in the 20th century. The Parisian underground. A young high-schooler boy. Peace can be found.

Maedhros and Fingon during the years of the Long Peace. Maedhros does paperwork, and Fingon is not in his right mind. PG13 for a deranged mind.

Your regular Sirius in Azkaban... or maybe not. Hallucinations, and a return to the Shrieking Sack incident. PG for cruelty, because fairy-tales are cruel.

The story of Maglor son of Feanor, and the Making of the Poet.

Finrod and Beren in the dungeons of Sauron.

Focus on the surviving Fëanorian twin; a character study in insanity and loss of identity.

An answer to my own birthday challenge, featuring Maedhros, an Old King, a meeting in a wasteland...

An answer to the Maglor through History challenge. Our elf emigrates to America.

A story of Celebrimbor's childhood, or daily life in Formenos seen through the eyes of a child.

'He came into the City of Tirion, nursing in his heart the hope of the world, and its was empty.' Of Eärendil.

AU. After the Dagor Dagorath, the Remaking of Arda Unmarred: Fëanor comes into play. Of the breaking of the Silmarils, and that which ensues.

Maedhros and Fingon meet for the first time. An attempt at writing a happy and light story.

After months of unfruitful search for Elured and Elurin, Maedhros comes back, and finds Maglor waiting for him. A very short scene.

A poem about Gil-Galad, written for Cirdan, because she likes him very much. It suddenly occured to my stupid self that Ereinion had never seen the light of Aman.

Je pensais à cette vieille histoire où Eärendil retournait à Gondolin après que celle-ci ait été détruite... et voilà. Pour une fois que j'aime bien un de mes poèmes...

Finwë, Indis, and young Fëanor, Fingolfin and Finarfin go out for a picnic in the woods; Fëanor and Fingolfin play a strategy game, and huh... it's a birthday-ficcy for Ithilwen. Yes, that's about it.

A short poem for Amroth and Nimrodel (mostly Nimrodel)

Curufin returns from Mandos, and has a discussion with his brother Maglor. Can there be healing for the Sons of Fëanor?

A birthday poem for Tyellas. On the first night of Valinor, Fëanor reflects on Fate and Free Will, and chooses his own path.

The strange love story of Nimloth and Dior, with a certain twist... to be blamed *all* on Silmfics. Sheesh, these persons have ideas which are really too good. On the occasion of Tolkien 111th birthday!

Deux amis passent côte à côte au travers les mâchoires de glace de l'Helcaraxë ; une complainte pour un peuple déchu. (Silmarillion)

Cirdan's birthday present - AU, OOC, slight tinges of absurdism; one has been warned. Tells of a journey with no aim and four seekers who undertake it... an underlying revolution.

Cirdan's first, shorter birthday present. A weird fairy-tale, really. There is not much to say. A tree of stone stands upon a grave and is come live only to wither and die.

Tales of Gondolin, written –hastily scribbled- while being sick and feverish from exhaustion. Currently featuring Maeglin. Excuse the weirdness of the style, the purposelessness of the plot. Brain currently atrophied.

Of Elven Kings And Loutish Birds. A very short scene, that might just have something that ressembles a meaning if you think hard enough.

A Finwë fic, with some glimpses of life in Cuivienen. Just an attempt at grasping something else, as for exemple to why he loved Fëanor so and did nothing when the breach was so obvious.

Can be considered missing scenes from 'Ivresse'. PG13 wavering towards R. Curufin is displeased that Orodreth won't yield to his sweet words, and tries to bend him by other means. Features also Celebrimbor in the lat chapter.

A try at nailing the relationship between Fëanor and his eldest son, with Maedhros as the POV character. Yes, I'm currently undergoing obsession for the relationships of 'Chez Fëanor&Sons'. This may be considered bizarre. But rest assured, I hope it is

So I wrote a Voronwë story. It had to happen somedays. See the result of trying to write a character with no real plot to begin with. -- Just the story of the little boy who fell in love with the Sea. And escaped her deadly embrace.

Sequel to ‘If We Fall Anew’, in which Maglor has to choose between Elrond and his Oath. Slash warning, Elrond/Maglor.

Based on artistic licence that Voronwë and Ecthelion were close friends, this is a ballad ::points to very helpful title:: by Voronwë mourning Ecthelion's Death.

Third and last part in the 'Bond of Blood' trilogy: A story of Celebrimbor Curufinsson, who looks into mirrors...

Second part in the 'Bond of Blood' trilogy: The story of Curufin son of Fëanor, and his emotions -lack thereof, more like- and passion for the 'acting game'. It is long, but considered worthwhile by people who have been reading it...

First part in the 'Bond of Blood' trilogy: A story of Fëanor the Fey; mostly concerning the relationship he maintains with the outside world, and his Jewels.

A slightly AU, Elrond/Maglor piece of slash. After all, we really don't know how old Elrond was when the Havens were attacked, and this is Deborah's 'slash, happy ending' birthday present, though the happy ending is questionable...

A story of Eärendil and Elwing's childhoods.

Six main characters: Fëanor, Nerdanel, Curufin, Celebrimbor, Galadriel, and Finrod. No real main plot, just little scenes I decided to write down. From the Years of the Trees on to the beginning of the Fourth Age.

Hail to all! Welcome, welcome to the tale of a descent from darkness into light and from light into darkness, the tale of a child turned traitor, the tale of Maeglin Lomion, son of Eöl and Aredhel, cursed seed of the Kinslaying. Silmarillion story, as us

Terrible was the Chaos of Ice, and few of those who engaged into the Crossing ever saw the horizon broken again. It is said that never the Noldorin accomplished so great a feat again ... The Frozen Hell seen through the eyes of Finrod. Re-unploaded.

A poem about Maglor. I tried a different kind of verse; kind of like it. Well... I'm not really productive right now... not much inspiration.

Can or not be considered a sequel to “That which shines West”. After the War of Wrath, Fëanor’s last sons retrieve the Silmarils, and walk their last path together before being parted at last. And fear my title no one's going to understand.

Hey, I wrote a poem in Varda's point of view. Basically, how the Valar felt after the Noldor's flight.

Can or not be considered a sequel to

The House of Fëanor has a somewhat vehement meeting, Fingon rescues Maedhros from the Thangorodrim, and the latter passes the High Crown on to Fingolfin. 2nd in the House of Fëanor series.

Daeron, the greatest minstrel Middle-Earth was ever to know. Lùthien Tinuviel, the most beautiful of the Children of Ilùvatar. A one-sided love. A kingdom at stake. A genius went mad. A pitiless fate. A side character lost in the great turmoil of the ti

A poem of Cuivènen, and the waking of the Elves. Those who don't know what Cuivènen is, don't even bother.

The Age is over. The Darkness has gone. The last ship of the Wises has left the Grey Havens. But who henceforth will roam the banks of Nimrodel ? The Woods of Gold will be golden no more, and Lorien the Fair has fallen to Winter … Hadir's POV, really sh

The legend of the few Men who found the Straight Way, after the World became round, and perished in sight of Valinor.

The story of the little girl who had but one love in her life : the Sea.

What may have had crossed Maglor's mind as he stood, last of seven, on the Shore, with the Silmaril in his hand.

Valinor, the most beautiful land ever, of the Valar, of Telperion and Laurelin, land where came the Calaquendi ... Miracle, it rhymes !

La cinquième année du gang à Hogwarts -comme c'est intéressant ...- Un nouvel enfant magique commence son éducation dans le monde de la sorcellerie ... Un enfant sans nom, sans passé et sans voix. Un enfant chargé d'un message ... r/r

La vie de Remus J. Lupin, en forme de poésie. Bien sûr ce n'est pas parfait, mais j'en suis quand même assez contente. Depuis sa morsure au jour où il quitte Poudlard après avoir enseigné.