2019 My Slashy Valentine
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And The Lake Lay Between Them by senalishia for Sleepless_Malice
Fandoms: The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien
30 Jan 2019
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Maedhros will do anything to heal the rift between the houses of the Noldor--and spending years in captivity to Morgoth has greatly expanded his idea of what "anything" might include. Illustrated by the author.
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call the night by name by erlkoenig for Marchwriter
Fandoms: The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien, TOLKIEN J. R. R. - Works & Related Fandoms
08 Feb 2019
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They were surrounded, the orcs pressing their advantage into the fen. The ground slick and soft beneath them, beneath even elven feet, giving way and allowing the enemy to gain ground. And himself, his men still so far away, bodies falling around him, friend and foe alike as he thought, let me closer, if I can just get to them.
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Time Enough by keiliss for phyncke
Fandoms: The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien, TOLKIEN J. R. R. - Works & Related Fandoms
13 Feb 2019
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On the Helcaraxë at the first moonrise, past memories and future hope
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Where We Left Off by tabru for keiliss
Fandoms: The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien, TOLKIEN J. R. R. - Works & Related Fandoms
13 Feb 2019
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The love Glorfindel and Gildor have for one another cannot die, even when one of them does.
The calm before the Fall of Gondolin and a happy reunion centuries later.
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beneath the gates of gondolin by RaisingCaiin for Cephaliarch
Fandoms: The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien
06 Feb 2019
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It feels almost like a dream, standing once more at the foot of the cliffs and looking up, up, up at the soaring white walls of Gondolin. Voronwë can feel his heart thundering in his chest, the blood roiling in his veins, the soles of his feet itching with the desire to turn and walk, stride, run as far away from this place as he can possibly go. For he has not seen the walls of Gondolin in nearly eight years – seven spent at sea, seeking a way into the West, and then one more spent wrecked, slowly crumbling into the sand outside Vinyamar.
And for eight years, he has not seen the one whom he left here either.