let there be bonding

Arc One: The Choice (Chapters 1-8, Complete) Harry prayed to God for a family that would love him exactly once in his childhood; he thought his prayer went unanswered. He does not remember that the dreams of the other world came to him only after his desperate plea. It is on the night after Harry killed the Dark Lord, the night he crossed the Veil of Death twice, that the dreams change from mere oddities to portents of things to come, and once more he is caught right in the middle. To his surprise, it is not doom that these dreams bring, but rather a choice nearly fourteen years in the making. The question now is one Harry must decide for himself: does he still need a loving family and a real childhood? Or can he to heal on his own? Arc Two: The Adventure (Chapters 9-15)Arc Three: Finding Family (Chapters 16-?) Ok kiddos, I'm doing NaNoWriMo this year, and my goal is to double the length of this, if not finish it entirely. I should be posting new chapters every other day if my word count goal is accurate, but we'll see. Please, comment to support me if you can. I need the support so I don't burn out half way through this.

So I have a prompt list. Several actually. And every day I write a short story based off my prompt word/phrase of the day. All of them are Silmarillion-related (dips into The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings here and there). Expect everything ranging from utterly cliche romance to mildly explicit gore and horror. No one ever said Arda was a nice place. But do note that I won't be posting any smut here. Prompts are meaningful snapshots, and unless the sex is really important, I'll be skipping it to get to the point.

Ulmo be thanked, the Noldorin refugees have finally found a leader. He has the most ridiculous name, though: Ereinion. "The Scion of Kings". And where did he come from, anyway? Cirdan attempts to find out.

When Shadow returned to Arda marred, it fell upon a land long accustomed to living beneath a veil of darkness. The light of its people was never one so easily dimmed, you see . . . A collection of ficlets and drabbles. Next up: The survivors of Doriath, and the spring.