A collection for drabbles and ficlets.

A collection of drabbles and ficlets.

Though Elwing did not speak, Nienna seemed to know her thoughts. "Few of the Eldar come to stay long in my halls," she said, "but they are open to all. Will you come there?"

Gil-galad comes face to face with Sauron.

Arwen dreams of shadows, and stitches light.

Elros befriends some gulls.

Findis watches, entranced, as he takes up his tools and begins a new carving, taking a shapeless lump of wood and turning it into a leaping hound before her eyes.

Five times Daeron meets Maglor by accident, plus one time it happens on purpose.

Three of Nerdanel's sons come home: a trio of double-drabbles.

The body wanted to look forward, however accustomed the spirit was to looking back.

Finarfin just thought the dragon egg looked neat, so he brought it home. Then it hatched.

The road of the High Pass is blocked by boulders, but an attempted negotiation with the stone giant responsible goes unexpectedly sideways.

Eärendil has gone sailing again-the time through the skies-and Elwing is left to find a place for herself in Valinor, while the Valar prepare for war.

The Minyar are set to depart from the Withywindle valley. The River-daughter and Indis steal a few last hours together.

Treebeard sees the wizards arrive, and he watches them depart.

In her wanderings through Aman, Minyelmë comes to the farthest shore.

"Are you going to tell me what's bothering you, or are we just never going to talk again?" he asked finally, as they crested the Calacirya, and sprawling Alqualondë came into view, rainbow beaches glittering in the noonday sun. Even from there they could hear singing rising from the docks. Elwing took a breath. "I don't know," she said finally. "Am I ever going to see you again?"

Neville told him to think of it like the DA. "Only now you can take away house points when the students get cheeky."

"Oh, I also brought a friend." She reached into her robes and pulled out the smallest bowtruckle Neville had ever seen.

With all the geological upheavel caused by the War of Wrath, the Blue Mountains are not, perhaps, the safest place to be.