What history remembered, and what history forgot.

He wears anger and leather like it's a suit of armor.

All your life you held it back.

Aiwendil and Olórin's first meeting. Based on how I met my best friend.

I do not send him to Rivendell.

In the distance, thunder rolled.

When Maglor couldn't sleep, he was long used to being brushed off and told to "just go back to bed, Káno, you're really too old for this." Fëanor didn't brush him off.

When Elrond gets home, the house is empty except for Lindir. At least, it's supposed to be. (Trigger warning: referenced child abuse, hinted domestic abuse.)

He's almost done. (Robot AU)

If there was one thing Olórin was good at, it was reaching out.

[T]here's no way of knowing that your last good day is your Last Good Day. At the time, it is just another good day. –John Green, The Fault in our Stars

Names have significance, especially for Elrond.

I have very rarely seen this aspect to Salazar, and I wish I could see it more. (Godric/Salazar)

"And you shall love ... With every heartbeat, with every breath, with every conscious act."

"We need to talk," you say.

They met in a graveyard, of all places. (Modern!Human!AU, not related.)

In which not all Noldor are stately and wise, not all Galadhrim are haughty and arrogant, not all Sindar are icy and hard to please, and not all Silvans are flighty and impractical. (Celeborn/Thranduil, Galion/Thranduil, Legolas/Gimli)

In which Muggle-repellent wards, the Statute of Secrecy, and the finest Obliviators around are no match for the digital age. (With all those cameras, the masqerade was always going to fall apart.)

"Haldir is my soulmate." The way he says it is… unusual, to say the least.

Fire can burn. Fire can destroy. Fire can kill. But fire can warm a winter too. (For Quantumphysica, with love.)