Erulisse asked for stories set in the earliest days of Arda; Starlight asked for M-e fairy tales. I hope these 125 words suit!
Ere Elves awoke, the Weaver cast her Weave across the sky, and the Kindler lit stars in its gaps: the Weaver's Net, the Sickle, the Swordsman – portents of Eru's purpose.
Purpose comes strangely, though, into the World's Circles. No Man is wholly within the Weave: Turambar will not pass – he will not, but clings beyond death to the world – to vengeance.
Such is not the destiny of Men; fate's threads ravel.
“So be it,” the Doomsman intones; “His will be done.”
Nine frayed threads for Turambar; the Kindler lights and hangs them high: inhuman fate, to merge with fire, unbearable purity!
The Swordsman becomes the Hanged Man, caught 'twixt heaven and earth – justice suspended 'til the End of Days.