My beloved 1st piece of trsb22, also known as “Dusk”. This one will have no fic as its pair as the author who chose it is no longer with us. 

I did not feel it right to ask anyone to take on the enormous task of completing one for me by the event’s deadline. It had been a dream come true to be chosen by my dearly missed author as they were an idol for me, but unfortunately some things aren’t meant to be. 

I have decided to post this art, regardless of the fact there will be no other half by the end of the event, as a memory in hopes that it can still be enjoyed by others, even if the person who claimed no longer can.

Along with “Dusk” there is also a variant I made, that I call “Dawn”. With “Dawn”, I have included the original prompt, so you may imagine what the fic could have been or, if are so inclined, write a memento piece to go along with it. 

Perhaps a giant cut down will sprout new saplings and the world will still be a merry place.

the prompt as it originally was: Glorfindel/Erestor (M/M) For this piece E & G have known each other for a while; first as co-workers but now have become friends of sort. The current deal with them is their (borderline alcoholic tendency) to get lost in the sauce once a tenday while complaining about the things they have to put up with. (You can get as mean as you'd like.) Somehow this always ends up with them sharing a bed (see picture). Imladris 2nd age.

MH: Deepening relationship between E & G, sharing a bed (at least one awkward morning would be appreciated) Do-not-want: Character deaths. If you want to put in something that would need a tag on ao3 just let me know and it'll probably be cool

Thank you for everything.

Good night.

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There are things about fandoms that are just always going to be there. Then there are the people in the fandom that feel like they are always going to be there. And then, when suddenly they aren't, it seems like everything just

stops.

I can't remember when I met Keiliss; it was so long ago it just seems like she was always there. It felt like she would always be there. To get the news today that she is no longer in this realm of existence makes me feel a great deal of sadness. And yet, as sad as a world without Kei is, a world of never knowing Kei would have been worse.

I know that it is somewhat tradition to write an homage to those who have departed (and I am certain I will, with time), but I would like to propose a new tradition - to share with others the works, the inspiration, the snippets of the past, to pass along to those who perhaps did not have the chance to meet or know as well those who have sailed on to a new adventure.

Kei and I collaborated, and we also wrote for each other in a variety of exchanges, and there were events that we participated in (or, sometimes, participated in the planning of something that didn't happen, but was still interesting or fun to do). One of the stories Kei wrote for me was called Life After - it's one of those Glorfindel/Erestor stories with a side of Gildor that's got a cozy feel, like wrapping yourself in a blanket that just came out of the dryer on a cold night. If you haven't had a chance and that intrigues you, I highly suggest a read (it's under 3K, and every word is great). Also, I like to believe that we still get to check our kudos counts in the hereafter, so please show some love if you do read and enjoy it.

I'm going to close out with what I said once to someone who was just getting into the fandom and somehow connected with me before most others; I never shared this with Kei, but I probably should have. So, let's start another tradition -- if there are people in the fandom who make you happy, whether you've known them forever and a day or just met them in the last hour, share that with them.

My Deep Valley

Chapter 6: Down by the River (link goes to A03)

Elrond has found the perfect place to build his new home. He also has one of Gondolin's greatest architects at hand to build it. Now he only needs the cooperation of the local population.

Unfortunately, said population is objecting. Represented by the son of the tavern owners, they resist the architect's grand plans, and it is up to Glorfindel to convince Erestor to yield.

"I would think that gratitude is due to the Valar and my people to equal parts, my lord," Erestor said, and with the vinegar in his voice one could have pickled a medium-sized rabbit.

For @sortumavaara

Notes:

See chapter 1 for extensive notes.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: TOLKIEN J. R. R. - Works & Related Fandoms Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Additional Tags: Imladris, Haiku Summary:

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: TOLKIEN J. R. R. - Works & Related Fandoms, The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Glorfindel, Gildor Additional Tags: Road Trip, Old Friends, Huddling For Warmth Summary:

Gildor and Glorfindel have been friends for a very long time.

Tolkien Reverse Summer Bang fics are here!! Brought to you by @tolkienrsb​ rating: PG relationship: Glorestor characters: Erestor, Glorfindel, Elrond, OCs word count: about 12,000 words (or whatever AO3 decides it is)

Elrond was instantly alert. “First aid? Is Glorfindel hurt. What happened?” “Oh no,” Erestor said with a smile, “he’s perfectly all right, or was when I left him. No, it’s the orc.” “Orc?” Elrond waited, assuming a logical explanation, and received one. [Third age, stereotypes, hopeful ending, just another day really]