#from an unpublished chapter of Lunar Shadows

[wordlesslyjenneh]

Drabble prompt 78: Change in the weather

Rubicante watched Golbez collect Archfiends like game pieces, plucking them from death for new purposes.

Barbariccia was a courier, left beaten in the road for the information she carried; she wheezed, “Yes….” through her crushed trachea.

Golbez found Cagnazzo the sailor washed ashore, water burbling from his mouth as he agreed.

Golbez tracked a trail of risen dead and discovered Scarmiglione, a necromancer slowly rotting from some disease. Golbez didn’t ask; Scarmiglione followed anyway.

“There’s a change in the weather,” Barbariccia finally told them. “Like the world awaits its transformation.”

“It’s time,” Golbez announced. “First, we take the Water Crystal.”

[fangirl-erdariel]

The King of the Tower of the Moon masterpost

It is the year 3399 of the Second Age. Isildur with his family has survived the Fall of Númenor, and together with his father Elendil and his brother Anárion has founded the realms of Arnor and Gondor in Middle-Earth. The horrors experienced in Númenor have been left behind, and Isildur’s life has settled into its tracks in Ithilien, where preparations for the celebration of his son Elendur’s 100th birthday are currently underway. Everyone believes Sauron to have perished in the Fall of Númenor, but one day this belief will prove wrong. Isildur, Anárion, and Elendil must go to war in defence of their new homeland. The elves come to the aid of the dúnedain, and so begins the War of the Last Alliance, at the end of which Sauron will lose his Ring, never to regain it.

I'm honestly mostly doing this to procrastinate on editing the next chapter (I really don't like editing lol, it's tedious and annoying and requires so much thinking), but here's a list of all the chapter titles of the King of the Tower of the Moon, a longfic about Isildur and his family that I am translating to English!

The fic was originally in Finnish, and posted by Mithrellas with the title Kuun Tornin kuningas, first on a Finnish LOTR fanfic site in 2014-2016, and then on Ao3 in 2017-2018. My translation is of the version posted on Ao3

I may add other information to this post if and when I think of something about the fic that's relevant to mention, but for now, this will be only a list of the chapters, with links to each one that has been posted so far; currently I add new chapters about once every two weeks. Most recent update was on 2.3.2025

Please note that the translations of the titles for some of the as-yet unpublished chapters may change in the future, if I come up with more satisfying translations for them

Chapters:

1 - Servant of the Moon 2 - Unexpected Guests 3 - The White Tree 4 - Cockerels 5 - The Ball 6 - The White Queen 7 - Call of the Sea 8 - Not All Those Who Wander Are Lost 9 - In the Hall of the Mountain-King 10 - Miruvor 11 - Turning Points 12 - Theatre of Life 13 - Northmen 14 - Fresh Blood 15 - Sunshine in a Galenas-meadow 16 - The King’s Squire 17 - Lunar Eclipse 18 - Flames of Doom 19 - Under the Shadow 20 - The Oathbreakers 21 - A Woman from the Past 22 - Prodigal Sons 23 - Conflict 24 - Elostirion 25 - Gil-galad 26 - Surprises 27 - Friend from a Distant Land 28 - The Alliance 29 - The Heir 30 - The Council 31 - Lôminzil 32 - The Farewell 33 - The Brown Lands 34 - First of Many 35 - Vengeance 36 - His Father’s Son 37 - Separate Roads 38 - Eiliant 39 - The Wounded 40 - A Surprise Guest 41 - Solar Eclipse 42 - Weregild 43 - Riddles 44 - The Tower of the Sun 45 - A New Journey 46 - Holy Mountain 47 - The Promise 48 - The Last March 49 - The Departure of the King 50 - The Lonely Ones 51 - Cousin 52 - The Widow Queen 53 - A Light from the Shadows Shall Spring

* = the translation for this chapter is finished and more or less in a state where it can be posted

[wordlesslyjenneh]

Drabble prompt 76: Summer Haze

As Golbez approached the village, he assumed the dense air was just the usual summer haze. As he drew closer, however, he saw destruction: burnt buildings and the ground littered with bloody bodies and household treasures, all left behind by careless raiders.

“Help,” came a strained plea.

Golbez spotted a man, his skin mostly burned away, reaching up.

“Why should I help you?” Golbez asked.

“I… must have vengeance,” he struggled to speak, but something familiar blazed in his eyes.

Golbez’s Cure spell (oddly, he still knew White Magic) engulfed the man. “You shall have it,” Golbez promised, now smiling.