Everything ends, eventually. Eight years after the war, Sakura's unhinged and Sasuke's obsessed. The fields are filled with corpses. AUish, Sakura-centric.

Sometimes, when she thinks about her sons-turned-monsters and all that she's lost, Nerdanel hates her husband.

Hermione Granger hates her name. It's a slick sort of hate that snuck up unexpectedly, but no matter how much she loathes herself, she doesn't hate her name quite like seventeen year-old Sirius hates being a Black. Their skin is peeling, and everyone's wearing masks for faces. Marauders-era, time-turner, definitely AUish.

It was crucial, Tommy had said, that they arrived in the Third Age. The Third Age was the best age, that sweet spot in the timeline where they could do the most good without destroying the future. Tommy was dead though, and Lucy was lost: deposited unto the care of one hapless Glorfindel. Noldor were not to be trifled with, she learned belatedly. Doom was never far behind them. AU

They were friends, once, and brothers still. In the darkness of the void, Melkor and Manwë meet again. Their music is discordant, and time is a circle.