January 29th, 2017

maedhros and fingon

"Detour" by Dawn Felagund

Author: dawn_felagund
Title: Detour
Rating: PG-13 for mild sexual content (Maedhros/Fingon), mild violence, and reference to character death
Theme: I am writing for the leftover Yule Exchange prompt, originally requested by silver_trails: "I would like a Fingon and Maedhros story, where they love each other. It can be set in Tirion, in Middle-earth, or after they come out of the Halls."
Author's Notes: I have lately been unable to stop writing stories about the Finwëans as they are released from the halls of Mandos and into a version of Tirion they could never have imagined. Finarfin has unkinged himself and, against the will of the Valar, established Tirion as a democratic republic. I don't believe that familiarity with the earlier stories is required to understand this one, but if you're curious: Bone-White and Museum for the Forgotten. (Incidentally, "Bone-White" was also written for a request by Silver Trails, so she can really be blamed for a lot of this. ;) Please see the endnotes for translations of Quenya names.
Summary: It is the Fifth Age of Arda. Finarfin has unkinged himself and declared Tirion a democracy, and the Noldorin people are alive with the possibilities to be found in their new existence. Yet Maedhros, more than ten years after his release from the halls of Mandos, has retreated to a life of apathy and loneliness, until one day, Anairë comes to deliver him news that he never hoped to receive: His cousin Fingon has been released from Mandos. (Maedhros/Fingon)
Word Count: 7,900

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Boromir Life is Good by fifmeister

Waiting for News by Linaewen

Author: Linaewen
Title: Waiting for News
Rating: G
Theme: January Potluck, Waiting (May 2016)
Elements: From Lord of the Rings:
Then turning again to Frodo, he spoke in a quiet voice once more. 'To those questions I guess that you could make some answer, Frodo son of Drogo. But not here or now. maybe. But lest you still should think my tale a vision, I will tell you this. The horn of Boromir at least returned in truth, and not in seeming. The horn came, but it was cloven in two, as it were by axe or sword. The shards came severally to shore: one was found among the reeds where watchers of Gondor lay, northwards below the infalls of the Entwash; the other was found spinning on the flood by one who had an errand in the water. Strange chances, but murder will out, 'tis said.

'And now the horn of the elder son lies in two pieces upon the lap of Denethor, sitting in his high chair, waiting for news. And you can tell me nothing of the cleaving of the horn? '

'No, I did not know of it,' said Frodo. `But the day when you heard it blowing, if your reckoning is true, was the day when we parted, when I and my servant left the Company. And now your tale fills me with dread. For if Boromir was then in peril and was slain, I must fear that all my companions perished too. And they were my kindred and my friends.

Lord of the Rings, the Two Towers, Chapter 5. The Window on the West

Summary: Fathers wait for news of their sons.
Word Count: 816

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