#celrondweek

I recently took part in three different prompt weeks. It started with Celrond week and snowballed. I had so much fun with the first I went looking for others. As a result, I also took part in Arafinwëan Week 2026 and Tolkien Women's Week. I even made my personal goal of posting something every day, for each prompt week.

I posted a chapter a day, from AO3. Each chapter was that day's prompts. This means that I posted 21 links in little over a month. That's a lot. So I've decided to put all of them here. There is really only 3 links, one for each week.

Below I've listed each day's prompts. The link is to entire file on AO3. Each week has 1 file, with 7 chapters. Some of these have Warnings, so pay attention to the tags. I say in the notes if it applies to that day's fic or not.

Thank you again to the organisers. They were such a wonderful experience, I'll be on the lookout for others.

Details and links Below the cut

@celrondweek | celebrían and elrond

…and passing again through Moria with Celebrían she came to Imladris, seeking Celeborn. There (it seems) she found him, and there they dwelt together for a long time; and it was then that Elrond first saw Celebrían, and loved her, though he said nothing of it.

To rest with you

All good things must come to an end, and so I present to you the last instalment of this series of drabbles for @celrondweek on Day 7's theme Reunion. As promised, find the whole collection on A03 as Broken Monuments.

Elrond

Westerly winds bring rumour of Valinor long before I dock, stirring old fears in my beleaguered heart. To find my wife now recast, rude in health, is more than I had dared to hope.

My Celu is not silver-bright, but golden in this land’s warm light. She, radiant, and I a pale thing beside. The years have been both cruel and kind it seems, for it is she who stands tall and I the broken monument to fortitude, crumbling in her arms.

Here we stand, two scarred, imperfect things on an unmarred shore; testament both to souls’ fragility and strength.

Celebrian

Every Middle-Earthen ship gracing these shores this past age has borne me a letter. My assiduous husband, defeating distance with ink and quill! And I treasured each word, as glimmers of his soul. When silver sails finally bear him to me there are no words. With each passing year he gave of himself until only a wraith remained, and I am afraid. There should not be so little of him in my arms.

“Oh, Celu,” he says, and breathes of me like I were a fresh wind at spring’s first stirring.

This is written for @celrondweek I'm getting is early today, again. It's the 14th here, so technically day 7. Again, I'm not sure if I've have time to get on my computer again.

This is written in 2 parts. She had to leave for them to be reunited.

Part 1: Third Age 2510 Celebrían sails to Valinor Part 2: Fourth Age 1 Elrond and Galadriel sail into the west.

Depression tag and PTSD (implied) belongs in this one as well.

Celebrían and Elrond are finally reunited in Valinor.

Once again, references to Rings of power in this one, particularly with Galadriel. I've also mixed book Galadriel in. Note: The Moon Room I am describing is from The Hobbit movies. If you haven’t seen it, go look it up. It is stunning. I guess I've cherry picked all the Tolkien I've absorbed to make part 1. It's fun mixing them.

Written for Day 6 of @celrondweek on the themes of Myth and Storytelling.

Elrond

War ends, Arwen weds and Ennor brims with story. Much is grim, gilded with heroism in firelit halls, or whispered with horror in the dark. Such is war’s legacy: we must sweeten it and swallow, or vomit bitterness, lest we choke.

Arwen’s tale, a bright and joyful gem amid sorrow, is told often. Oh, but they flatten her into the words Elven princess, buff my rough edges away, and say nothing of you at all, Celu. Not one captures us aright.

Arwen laughs. “They dress truths in fancy. Trouble not.”

I am uneasy. Who knows better the power of words?

Celebrian

A princess, of golden forests born, once wed a river valley Lord, and his tale flowed smoothly ‘round her, like oil over marble. Princesses, you see, must be timeless statuario. And when foul torment corrupted that porcelain charm, and gaping wound proved her mutable flesh, she became a mere footnote, bloodied and forlorn. Story could flow smoothly no longer, catching on roughened, scarred skin.

Your trials, Elrond, could be made palatable, inspiring. Mine were too uncomfortable, an unaffordable bitter reminder. We were both reduced, and it served no one.

This is written for @celrondweek I'm getting is early today. It's the 13th here, so technically day 6. But I have a lot to do and may not get back to my computer today.

Third age 136: Elladan and Elrohir were born in 130

This is pure happy, fluff. Elrond deserves some happy moments, don't you think?

A family moment where Elflings try and get out of bedtime, by asking for stories.

These are being posted in Prompt order, not Chronological order.

This is written for @celrondweek 2025.

Day 5 prompt is INHERITANCE/LEGACY

Second Age 3319: Númenor falls

For this one I've gone back in time again. They are friends here and have been for over 1,600 years. Grief warning (Poor Elrond)

These are being posted in Prompt order, not Chronological order.

Celebrían comforts Elrond, as he loses his twin’s entire legacy.