Fëanor قصص

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Maglor has lived through the centuries, going from place to place trying to keep the fact he's an elf and immortal a secret. He does not want to repeat what happened to him before. However, his quiet life is about to be uprooted when he's called on a special case to check something or rather someone out. This story has been inspired by an artist on DeviantArt named greenapplefreak's amazing comics about elves in modern times. Currently: Slow updating ~I do not own the silmarillion ~~This story can also be found on my Ao3 (archive of our own) account. ENJOY!!

"Though in all lands, love is now mingled with grief, it still grows, perhaps, the greater." There are stories waiting to be told from all eras of Middle Earth's history, and there are tales from beyond even Middle Earth itself. Within these pages you will find single chapter fanfics pertaining to The Lord of the Rings, The Hobbit, and The Silmarillion. But heed my warning, weary traveler. These are not all for the faint of heart. Death lies beyond this door, death and suffering. There may be some which warm your soul, but as with most stories in war time... guard your heart. "Deeds will not be less valiant because they are unpraised." stories written 2017 onwards

The events leading to Fëanor's exile from Tirion, as seen from Finwë's perspective as the High King of the Noldor. For the Tales of Area Marred Contest

Karynn, daughter of Laughlin, has always led a normal life. She's never been orc-hunting, Valar-angering, or ship-burning. That's all about to change, however, with a single accidental spell.

Kanafinwe Makalaure Feanorion awoke thinking that he was finally pardoned by the Valar and that he would finally be able to sail back home. When it becomes evident that he isn't in the right dimension however, he ends up having to stay in a curious school filled with growing maiar, including one Harry Potter. Set during the Prisoner of Azkaban, Goblet of Fire, and possibly Order of the Phoenix. May change drastically in the future. I do NOT own anything from Harry Potter or The Silmarillion, those credits belong to their rightful authors. The only thing that's mine is the plot of this fanfiction. Unbeta-ed, so please don't kill me!

His eyes peer out at her from every corner of the drawing room. Nerdanel's house is silent, but it is never empty. Why, she wonders. Why did she bring the chisel? (A short vignette focusing on Nerdanel. If any of you see this same thing floating around on ao3, that's also me.)

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My name is Danafinwe Feaelenion Feanorian. Some call me Dana. Others call me Danafinwe. Very few call me Feanaro. Feanaro is my Father. Grandfather Finwe and only Grandfather Finwe may call me Feaelenion. After all, it was him who chose it. Feaelenion means spirit of the stars. Grandpapa Mahtan calls me Nityë. Meaning small female. To him I'm small. I'm not that tiny. I spend most of my days reading, writing and running after my 7 younger brothers. They are exhausting. So many to keep track of. Not to mention all the cousins I have on Father's half-sibling's side. So many. I have few opportunities to visit with my friends. Thank the Valar they are patient. Unlike Turca. Oh, and I am an active member of Grandfather's court. I handle what Father bowed out of when I became old enough to learn and take part. Not to mention all the duties as Father's Heir. It's a wonder I have time to eat, sleep and bathe. Did I mention I am older than all my Aunts and Uncles on my fathers side? _____ This is the long story of my life and its many, many missteps and graces. From the ripe age of 150 to the daring age of 10, 302. Read along as I make friends, enemies and lose my younger brothers...all 7. This series covers events taking place in the Silmarillion, Hobbit and Lord of the Rings. All characters and places are works from JRR Tolkien. I do not own them. I only own Danafinwé and any characters you don't recognize from Tolkien's works. Danafinwe Feaelenion Feanorian Books Book 1: Years of the Trees Book 2: First Age Book 3: Second Age Book 4: Third Age Book 5: Fourth Age Check out Athealas Aerin Argusion: Modern on Megan5897

As an image we pass by, only our sons remain in the last, everything seems like an illusion but this helmet, this sword, shield, armour... This soul, this is... Spirit stays the same. From old forgotten days to now we carry our banner, as kings... I carry the light of Aman in my eyes... An elven king

Silmarillion request book! Please read the first chapter for info. Requests currently closed due to my other projects.

A tragic/narrative poem for Galadriel about the sea crossing from Valinor and the slaying at the Alaquendi (not sure if that's how you spell it. I have the Silmarillion book right next to me but I'm too lazy. No I'm not.) Alqualondë that's the correct spelling! Okay so yeah!

Just little things I think about. I am happy to take requests for short stories as well. If you've got an imagine you'd like published here, comment or message me and I'll write it down with your name on it. This is only for the elves of middle earth. Primarily those of the hobbit of the lotr trilogy. I can alway try some from the Silmarillion if someone asks for that.

"-Celebrimbor! Come stai, nipotino mio?- domandò Nerdanel guardando nel palantìr. -Nonna, ho quasi due ere, non puoi chiamarmi ancora così!- -Tu sarai sempre il mio nipotino!-" Una normale conversazione tra nonna e nipote consiste, naturalmente, di raccomandazioni di mangiare regolarmente, non prendere freddo, trovarsi una ragazza ed evitare di creare nuovi artefatti magici che diano la possibilità ad un oscuro signore del male di tentare la conquista della Terra di Mezzo.

All are born with the ability for good or evil. The child itself is innocent. It is the person it grows to be that determines whether it is good or evil. Fëanáro's first thought was not of chaos or crafting. Just as with any innocent child, it was his mother that first graced his mind. This is just my take on the birth and adolescence of Fëanor's life. It's been an idea that has been running amuck in my brain for quite some time. Hope you enjoy it!

Small storys about the Silmarillion. Have you ever wonder how Melkor contaminate Feanor's mind? Or what about how Maedhros become one of the greatest warriors in middle earth? Fanfic translation by Erick Serrano All the characters, original situations and rights belong to J.R.R. Tolkien

Fëanor et Nerdanel sont jeunes. Fëanor et Nerdanel sont beaux. Fëanor et Nerdanel sont talentueux. Fëanor et Nerdanel ont une fâcheuse tendance à faire exploser des choses. Mais bon, c'est pour la science...

When the Noldorin heir crossed paths with a shy Vanyarin maiden amid a lush forest, their lives were altered forever. Shortly after the Nirnaeth Arnoediad, Maedhros has a disturbing dream that depicts himself and his beloved. After hoping that the dream is not a sign of fate, this leads to a reminiscence of their past and, unfortunately, reminds him of how much he yearns to see her again.

Just some helpful, easily condensed Tolkien lore for myself and others hoping to accurately explore Arda in fanfiction. I, Silz (as ElwingAndEarendil), was part of the SSG (Silmarillion Survival Guide) team on CouncilofElrond.com which put together a helpful Silmarillion guide for new and old readers alike. This book here is to further that concept and help with all sorts of Tolkien things, including notes in the History of Middle Earth volumes and other published writings.