soldier, keep on marching on (the story of Edrahil)
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we were the kings and queens of promise by RaisingCaiin
Fandoms: The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien
03 Mar 2020
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Edrahil pines, and thinks of home, and remembers why he stays in Nargothrond.
(for the B2MeM prompt 3/2/2020 -- Think of something that happened to you today and write down the first thing that comes to mind. Start your fanwork with your character having a similar experience or performing a similar task.)
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this once, i would go before you by RaisingCaiin
Fandoms: The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien
04 Mar 2020
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In the darkness beneath fallen Tol Sirion, Edrahil internally rages against the Noldor's stupid beliefs about death.
For the B2MeM prompt 3/3/2020: He thought he had come to the end of his adventure, and a terrible end, but the thought hardened him. (The Fellowship of the Ring, Book I, Chapter 8)
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where i must follow by RaisingCaiin
Fandoms: The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien
12 Mar 2020
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After all his losses there, no one expects Findaráto Felagund to return to Beleriand and fight in yet another war there. And Findaráto will not explain his plans, except perhaps to a persistent childhood friend.
(for the B2MeM prompt 3/8/2020: “They had begun to forget: forget their own beginnings and legends, forget what little they had known about the greatness of the world” (Unfinished Tales, Part Three, III, The Quest of Erebor))
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imagine there's no heaven by RaisingCaiin
Fandoms: The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien
12 Mar 2020
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Findaráto is able to slip away in all the confusion following the War of Wrath, and he makes his way east across Beleriand into new lands, not expecting the horror that will follow behind him.
(for the B2MeM prompt 3/9/2020: At last, weary and feeling finally defeated, he sat on a step below the level of the passage-floor and bowed his head into his hands. It was quiet, horribly quiet. The torch, that was already burning low when he arrived, sputtered and went out; and he felt the darkness cover him like a tide. And then softly, to his own surprise, there at the vain end of his long journey and his grief, moved by what thought in his heart he could not tell, Sam began to sing. (Return of the King, Book VI, Chapter 1))
(ALSO, I've finally given in and made this a series of loosely-connected oneshots, since so many of my ficlets for B2MeM are about this story!)
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