Lighthouse - Váya Calacar, by Lferion
Those left behind do not sit idle. Five drabbles.
Tattered and Split, by StarSpray
The sea is huge, and grey, and loud, and Elwing hates it. She hates it and she fears it, and so once she is old enough to slip away from her nurses and her guardians, she goes down to the beach.
Rain Washes Off All the Other Colors, by Tethys Resort
“He has led us in here against our fears, but he will lead us out again, at whatever cost to himself. He is surer to find his home in a blind night than the cats of Berúthiel.” Aragorn, Moria.
The story of a woman and her cats.
To Drain a Lake, by Himring
Who would dream to drain a lake?
An attempt to answer this question, posed by my prompt, for Middle-earth.
A few short reflections.
Spring by Grundy
Celeborn visits the Greenwood in spring, and recalls a prior visit.
We were never meant to survive, by lightofthetrees
An eagle arrives in Gondolin, bearing news of a great battle to come. Maeglin and Rog discuss their decision to march to war alongside the King.
Golden Flower, by Raiyana
What is left behind to linger in time.
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