Hello! I'm Silmaril.

I'm not really chasing madly after long-lost jewels from Middle-earth (at least, not literally), but the pen name sounded catchy.

I write (rarely) on FictionPress, under the pen name of Fëanorian Lamps.

Books I like include The Silmarillion, Les Misérables, The Lord of the Rings, The Sound and the Fury, Beowulf, Macbeth, The Odyssey, The History of Middle-earth, The Unfinished Tales, The Tale of the Children of Húrin, The Stormlight Archive, Brave New World, the Ender's Game series, and 1984.

I love reading epic fantasy and classics. I write epic fantasy.

The majority of my multi-chapter stories will remain discontinued, seeing as I have become busier with original writing, school, and life in general. However, there's still a chance I will update Wandering and The Dawn of Nightfall.

"To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,

Creeps in this petty pace from day to day

To the last syllable of recorded time,

And all our yesterdays have lighted fools

The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!

Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player

That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,

And then is heard no more: it is a tale

Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,

Signifying nothing."

William Shakespeare, from Macbeth

"'Do candles pity moths?'

'Or moths candles, when the wind blows them out?'"

- J.R.R. Tolkien, from The History of Middle-earth Volume X: Morgoth's Ring Athrabeth Finrod Ah Andreth]