Medium Dawn Felagund of the Fountain

Yesterday was official Planting Day in the House of Felagund, so I spent about six hours outside in the garden, doing various chores to prepare and plant the non-hardy plants. My mind wanders where the stars are strange during such times, and I wrote a poem ... or rather, fragments of a poem. Then I was settling down later to read and thwap! said poem smacked me in the side of the head and demanded to be written. So I did.

The summary on the SWG and AO3: Fëanor's death and its aftermath, as told by the Fëanorian bards and as it truly happened. A free-verse poem.

Speaking of, it is also posted on the SWG and AO3.

Notes on its inspiration are at the end. I'd love to hear what people think of it.

( The Death of Fëanáro )

This series of vignettes was written to satisfy the Five Things challenge proposed by heartofoshun for the SWG's fifth birthday celebration. I wanted to do this challenge since Oshun first suggested it months ago but had trouble dredging up an idea. Just as I was beginning to angst about coming up with nothing, then this idea floored me, and I wrote parts of this piece mentally in the morning and committed it to paper pixels that afternoon.

"Five Bells" considers the death of Míriel Þerindë from five different perspectives. Given the subject matter, I've rated it for Teens over at the SWG, since it deals with death and dark themes. (The latter should be a default warning for my writing by now; I should warn when a story doesn't contain dark themes.)

As always, comments are welcome here, over on the SWG, or on Many Paths to Tread.

( Five Bells )

Since I've forgotten to post "The Tapestries" for two weeks now, then I am posting the last three chapters all at once. They're not long, but for a story of only twenty-six pages, posting this thing seems to be dragging on forever. And clearly, posting two multi-chapter stories at the same time is a bit beyond me.

I do thank all of you who have read--and especially commented--on this odd little story. I apologize for being so spotty in sharing it.

( Chapter Nine )

( Chapter Ten )

( Chapter Eleven )

Last week, I completely forgot to post Chapter Seven in all the holiday hustle. Well, it's not exactly a happy holiday story, so perhaps, it is just as well.

In Chapter Six, Feanaro had begun pondering treachery against the people left behind in Valinor. In this chapter, his intentions come to fruition.

Thanks to those of you who are reading! If I don't make it online again, then happy New Year wishes to all!

( Chapter Seven )

Last week, we experienced the kinslaying through the memories of Feanor.

This week, the Noldor will arrive in Middle-earth and the first whispers of the treachery to come will begin. In addition, we will learn more about the nature of the Halls of Mandos.

Thanks to everyone reading along. I'm still behind on replying to comments on ff.net and LJ, but it's getting there. Know that I read them all and appreciate everyone's support.

(Also, I have yesterday's drabble series finished; I just have not had time to post it. Today's isn't even written yet--hellish day at work, need I say more?--but I will post them all tomorrow.)

( Chapter Five )

Well, it's Posting Friday on...Tuesday? I'm quite early, I know, but Sharon and Kirsty arrive tomorrow (*squee!*), the next day is Thanksgiving, and the day after, we're going to Ocean City for the weekend. So I doubt that I will have time--or desire--to spend the necessary hours to post my stories at the usual time this week. So here I am.

Last week, we had a thoroughly weird and (hopefully) slightly unsettling chapter about Feanaro's weird perceptions of the Halls of Mandos. Frankly, he finds the place terrifying. This week, we learn just a bit more about the Halls' great secret, and Feanaro begins on the road to spiritual healing.

Thanks to all who are reading this oddity! I'm behind on comments--caught up on Chapter One but still severely lacking on Chapter Two--but I will reply to everyone. Between NaNo and RL, time is in short supply these days. I appreciate everyone's understanding and patience. :)

As usual, all sorts of comments and suggestions are welcome. To those of you celebrating Thanksgiving this weekend, my best wishes to you for a safe and happy holiday! To the rest of you, have a nice weekend!

( Chapter Three )

Back when I wrote "Constellation" for tarion_anarore, my dear friend Jenni made her birthday gift request based on the final scene in that story that takes place in Middle-earth. As anyone who reads even a bit of my fanfic knows, I don't write a whole lot in Middle-earth at the moment; I am slowly working my way through Valinor and to that point. But Jenni issued me a challenge: write a story about the Noldor arriving in Beleriand. And since Jenni is one of my dearest online friends, I could hardly turn down her request.

But this was a challenge for one major reason: Much of what happens later in my epic is a secret from everyone but me; even Bobby does not know. But to go into Middle-earth now would reveal these things and spoil later stories. So I was left with the option to 1) spoil later stories and to heck with the consequences, 2) invent a new verse for this story, or 3) find some creative way around my conundrum.

I opted for the third, choosing to write this story from a PoV that is probably a bit unexpected. But it allows me to look at the Noldorin arrival in Middle-earth without becoming hung up on the spoilers.

"The Tapestries" is a multi-chapter novella (though shorter than "By the Light of Roses") that does just what Jenni asked: recaps the Noldorin arrival in Middle-earth. However, it does so from the perspective of Feanaro, looking back at his life from the Halls of Mandos. The story is relatively tame for a Dawn Felagund story--I can even SSP it on lists that do not accept promotions for adult-rated stories--though it does have death (obviously) and some dark themes. There is some violence, but I will issue specific warnings for those chapters when they arrive. Beyond that, the story deals with the mind-brain problem, the malleability of memory, the issue of historical bias in the Sil, and whether Feanor was truly insane. That's a lot for a novella of a modest 18,000 words!

Though this story was finished in the beginning of September, I have waited until now to post it. It is probably my weirdest story to date, and I wasn't too sure that I wanted to share it. Combine death and Feanor, and you're pretty much guaranteed to get something odd out of it. Also, as this month is NaNoWriMo, it gives me something to post, and chapters are short enough to be convenient for those interested to read even if they are participating in NaNo. Per usual, I am eager to hear what people think, so please feel free to offer your thoughts and concrit. My thanks in advance.

( The Tapestries--Chapter One )