This story is the beginning of the "Warriors of Doriath" trilogy, and follows Beleg Cúthalion throughout his life, through parts of his childhood, and up until his death at the hands of Túrin. {1 "Warriors of Doriath" Trilogy}

"I'm sorry Elrond, I forgot how curious elflings are." He said quietly. " I should've realized that sooner or later, one of you would ask about this." ... Unable to sleep, Elrond asks Maedhros the question the son of Fëanor never wanted to answer due to the memories it brought. LOTS OF FLUFF AND ANGST

Just a funny little snippet of life at Himring when it rains. :) (rated T for language/mentions of past injury)

It is midwinter, and one of Ecthelion's swans, Alquarámë, finds herself stuck in the ice-filled fountain. Luckly, Ecthelion knows someone who can help.

Another fashionably late horror fic! My inspirations for this were "The Book Thief" by Markus Zusak, and the song "Unwell" by Matchbox Twenty. There's a lot of blood and gore in this, so I rated it M just to be on the safe side :)

Just a cute, kinda angsty supposed to be Halloween story (which is fashionably late) about a healer and an exile. Not connected to Cúthalion, this is a stand alone story for the holidays.