Gilraen's LullabySleep, my sonGilraen's Lullaby4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
The night is a river
carrying you there
where silver stars shiver
On streams of dreams
to a land without sorrow
where boys have fathers
and the mounds are hollow
Sleep, my child
the sun hides till morrow
Her last rays a way
that elven ships follow
There, names are not secret
that can bring a danger
And father to child
doesn't have to be stranger
Sleep, my Hope
and hope of your people
Than mighty oak
your roots are deeper
Once you will know
the pride of the humbled,
the value of honour
and hopes of your kindred,
Sleep, my son
while darkness is soothing,
while you can rest
from the call of duty...
Once you will ride
to hardship and danger
and like your father
you will be a ranger
Sleep, my child
like in a nest eagle
when the stars shine,
distant and regal
Sleep, gain more strength,
and courage and strong will
that you will need
to grow and fulfil
Sand and MusicSand and MusicSand and Music3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He feels he cannot walk another step, until he does. The next step is the same, and the next, and he has stopped counting the sunsets and sunrises because measuring eternity has no purpose. He has wandered an eternity already, carrying his small harp for some indeterminable, compulsive reason, because it will be years before he can play again, if ever, and the sand blows into his eyes and into his throat as he sings. His hands are burnt and scarred and his voice is hoarse, and he wants to rip the strings from the taunting harp and scream, but he is unable to do either because it hurts too much.
Every muscle that has been on fire begins to numb from sheer fatigue, and he feels that he will die without food but is too weak from walking to fish or hunt- but then, Maitimo survived thirty-some years without food, didn't he- and now he is thinking of Maitimo again and he swore to himself that he would not think of them right now.&
Collection Poet's KingdomCollection1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The poet overthrew the monarch
Now words will rule, and ink-stained hands
And whispered rhymes over loud commands.
Faith in Humanity
I deny the existence of the holy spirit;
Lightning strike me down.
You pray as if someone will hear it,
Some man with a beard and a crown.
No time to think
As I run towards the end
This is our last drink
So here's to life my new friend.
Nothing is in the past tense;
The past won't set me free.
Not 'I loved', but 'I love' the thing that's lost
The thing that won't let me be.
You Are Nothing
You are lost in a vacuum, lost in a void
Whatever you had was long ago destroyed.
And now you speak as if you know,
But you know nothing but the show.
Star-crossed lovers never loved as we,
And far-flying birds never were as free.
You whisper in my ear.
You never say a word.
You pretend that I'm not here.
I pretend I never heard.
ImladrisIn Imladris, in RivendellImladris2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Are secrets more than I can tell
There ancient lore of long-lost lands
Still lingers on in elven hands
In Rivendell, in Imladris
Are love and laughter, joy and bliss
East of Sea few places remain
That grant such sure surcease from pain
In Imladris, in Rivendell
They shall not yet say their farewell
For even when all else may fade
Some light shall live, untouched by shade.
Spark - chapter 3GuiltSpark - chapter 32 years ago in Drama More Like This
Turgon's voice was cold. It was always cold when Maedhros heard him speak, which was seldom. Fingolfin's and most of the others' were usually rather flat around him, even the healers'.
"His brother is at the gate."
Fingon turned from his chair at Maedhros' bed to look at his brother standing in the door. "Which of them?" he asked in surprise.
Turgon laughed without humour. "Does it matter?"
"It does. Can you imagine Caranthir walking through our camp? There'd be blood."
"It's Maglor. So there probably won't be blood. Not that he'd deserve it any less." Turgon's voice was dark with resentment. "Atar allowed him to pass. Mainly because he had the decency to request, not to demand."
"Leave him in peace," Fingon said wearily. "He is here to see his brother, no more."
"Why did you have to bring him here?" Turgon said bitterly. "He's got more than enough brothers on the other side of the lake whom it wouldn't hurt to have their share in nursing him back to health."
DunedainDunedain5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Faring far and wide ,
His sword by side ;
Never resting elsewhere than the wild ,
Light footed and keen eyed.
His only friend was beast and bird ,
Tree and stone his only home ;
The blood of Numenor in him was all but gone.
Proud and grim ,
All in one ;
He answered to noone...
Did He Not Come HereFëanor asks it of all of them. Each new soul to walk within the Halls of Mandos is sought out and given his questions. He is brilliant and he is driven, and not knowing is a thing he cannot bear.Did He Not Come Here2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Even those who've had no cause to wish him well answer when they see the look in his eyes, the need to know the answer to his questions.
"Where is Macalaurë, also called Maglor? How fares my son?"
Always, they do not know. And always, always, they look to Maedhros as they ask, "Did he not come here with you?"
Spark - chapter 5StrengthSpark - chapter 52 years ago in Drama More Like This
"So Fingon has told you."
"I found out on my own."
"We thought it would be best not to tell you until you were stronger."
"That would have been quite a feat."
Maglor shot his older brother an almost anxious glance, not asking the next question: So how did you take it?
Maedhros was sitting up in bed again, propped up against pillows, as he had almost all the time since the previous day. His back, shoulder and arm weren't taking it well, but he was determined not to give up any hard-earned ground. Sitting up had meant having his right arm in plain sight for twenty-four hours. He had risen to the challenge, having spent most of that time staring at the stump, trying to accept that it was a part of him now.
He could not deny that the discovery that he was maimed had left him badly shaken. It had cast a doubt on every single thing that he had been clinging to since first realising that his ordeal was over. Revenge. Strength. Normality. Fingon's reac
Spark - chapter 2WordsSpark - chapter 22 years ago in Drama More Like This
Words and music. Two things that were so far removed that it took Maedhros a while to even realize they were there. His mind still did not understand them, but his heart did, at least in part. It recognized them as something to break through the endless cycle of painful heartbeats, and left him no say in the matter. He suddenly found that it had the music, and the words, as if it remembered them from a time long ago, though that seemed impossible. They came automatically, forcing themselves out of him with such strength that he couldn't hold them back. He sang the words, sang the music, without having any recollection of how to sing, or how to speak.
He fell silent with exhaustion, and found that not only his song, but also the other had stopped. There was no despair. He accepted it, as he had accepted everything for so long, until a voice cried out to him.
He stood there, a spectre from a different life, a tiny figure cut out from paper and stuck into the wrong picture,
RochallorLike blue ice a flameRochallor2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
in darkness shone desperate
Horse returned alone
On green grass faithful steed died
heart-broken mourning his lord
Shadows of Nan ElmothO golden cage of Gondolin, is covetousness a crime?Shadows of Nan Elmoth2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Behind the bars a bird felt freedom for first time
Aredhel Ar-Feiniel and Eöl, elven smith
Found wonder in the woods, between branches didn’t breathe
As she in the shade stood he saw her beauty bloom
Love piercing as a lance in the gathering gloom
Her freedom loving heart in shadows shimmers light
Shades of GreySummary: Manwë visits Melkor in the Void, and finds pity for the former enemy in his heart. Sometimes, there are shades of grey between white and black...Shades of Grey4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Disclaimer: Just Retelling Reuel's Tales
Beta reader: Cairistiona
It was cold here, upon Taniquetil. The air was thin, and the snow on the peak never melted. The wind didn't blow. It was peaceful, serene a white silence stretching through the halls of Ilmarin. There, high above all, Manwë sat on his throne, and his sight was directed to the east. The threat to Middle-earth has been destroyed. The One Ring has been melted in the fires of Orodruin, and a new age began. Change could be felt all over the world. And yet the expression of the Elder King was not one of joy. His all-seeing eyes were half-closed, focused not on the happening in the world, but something else. A memory, maybe. Then h
The WeaverWritten by her silver loomThe Weaver4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
are all the ages of the world
in ever hall and every room
her tapestries, like flags unfurled.
She, the Weaver of the West,
Queen of Fate and spouse of Death,
plots the pathways with her weft;
each footstep, heartbeat, thought and breath.
Vairë of the Valar bright,
she charts the course of each new life.
As each new heart begins the fight,
still no one can avoid her knife.
As first she spins, so then she ties:
the ages of the world, she knows.
And all of time 'cross her gaze flies,
to gild the fair walls of Mandos.
Lady of the Lasting Loom,
until the end will she weave on.
In her webs are writ the dooms
of Arda, and the Firstborn ones.
The self-cursed have regained the world;
the tapestries are changing shape.
No longer will the Elves have word
in great events of war and state.
No longer will they walk the paths
of Lórien, of Mirkwood grim:
their shadows fade from Arda's tracks
and Twilight's flame forever dims.
They sail across the Western Sea
Glory in the fallNo song was heardGlory in the fall1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
No star was shining
Even the moon was hiding
"What has happened?"
Even if the answer
Was almost known to me.
"Our king has fallen!"
And no harp or flute
Can ever sing
The deep sorrow and the anger
We felt then.
What could be done
Even this fight
Seems to be pointless
As we have already lost
Nobody dared to cry
What could tears do after all
But bring us maybe some relief
Or deeper sadness?
I did not dare to speak
Even if my heart
Has already fallen on its knees
Screaming and weeping.
There was no voice heard
Yet there couldn't be any silence
For each of us
Was grieving inside.
"Our king has fallen"...
Our hope was gone
Yet to be found
Even though we had no strength
To continue the fight.
Who will lead us now
Through these times so dark?
Who will light a spark
On our lightless sky?
Who will dare to sing
About this tragedy
Or glory in the fall
Of the one who dared
To duel Morgoth
80 things learned from TolkienPretty, shiny things are hazardous to your health.80 things learned from Tolkien5 years ago in Humor More Like This
This is because the Law of Attraction is multiplied 100x once you look at them
Hobbits state the overly obvious
Chocolate is nonexistent in Middle-Earth.
Arwen stole Glorfindel's horse.
Beer and Tobacco seem to have a beneficial effect on hobbits
Never make fires in questionable caves
Kick a troll, and your foot will break
Elvish accents are low and whispery
Never sleep in a boat if your Dad is a Pyromaniac
Don't give twins the exact same name
Imitating voices can come in handy
Running at your brother with a sword and shouting at him in old-fashioned language will get you a big time-out
Really, really big dogs are very useful
Being good at riddles can save your life
Giant spiders freak out elves big-time
Elrond should have pushed Isildur into the crack of doom
Sauron once got pwned by a girl
If you insult any of Tùrin's female relatives, you will find yourself impaled on a rock at the bottom of a raging river.
Speaking of w
Beren and Luthien duet[Beren]Beren and Luthien duet1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Here, in this foreign forest
So unknown to me
My eyes fell on a graceful lady,
The most beautiful of them all.
And here, in this strange land
I saw her hypnotyzing dance
And heard her wonderful voice,
The voice of this lady
The most beautiful of them all
I had no courage to call
Or heart to speak
So strong is her spell,
Yet I do not wish to break free.
But there she disappears
Behind tress and leaves
How hollow my heart is!
How my soul cannot take this!
One day there she comes again
Swinging and singing
Everything comes to life
As she is splendidly spinning
I was caught once more in the charms
Of her steps and voice
"Tinúviel!" I cried
And even the time was stunned
As she turned around.
Never have I felt
This fire in my heart
And I shiver
As he puts his arms around me.
For only one single moment
My heart was fullfilled
As I held her
Close to me
Lost In Tolkien Chapter 6Lost In Tolkien Chapter 63 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Winter of 2995 TA
I sat half-hidden behind a post while waiting for Raunsúl to return from a scouting mission to the Trollshaws, and wishing now more than ever that I was able to read more Sindarin than just half the alphabet. Also, Westron was indeed Westron and not English as many fan fictions had led me to at least faintly hope, and so my book reading abilities where very limited at the moment. Even more sadly, this has led to me staring longingly at every book that passed me by since I had long given up trying to read any without any lessons after trying for about a week straight.
It had ended in headaches and tears.
Many headaches and tears.
On the brighter side, Imladris had lovely scenery, and there was no such thing of boredom here, at least, not for very long. At the moment I had a nice view of the road leading to the famous bridge which Frodo would in twenty-two years cross over (the post I was sitting against was part of the said bridge)
The majority of excit
Sticks And StonesSticks and stones,Sticks And Stones2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
May break our bones,
But words will never hurt us.
Ever shouted on the school bus.
Children are better seen,
Tell that to the adult,
Harassed by their students,
Day in and day out.
People with thick skin,
Just hide more scars,
And know how you hide,
Victims learn to hide everything,
Just suck it up,
And try to push forward.
The silent tears,
Fall in the dead of night,
The hushed prayers,
Hope for this nightmare to end.
Shoved into lockers,
Pushed onto the ground,
Looking for hope,
But is never found.
Everytime we fall,
We fight to get back up,
For help we call,
But we get ignored.
When we realize,
There will be no help coming,
Depression become our only friend,
Despair becomes our reality
And our emotional wounds,
Become visible with every cut we make in our skin.
In our minds,
The battle is over,
But in every piece of our broken,
We know the battle has yet to sta
GROT REBELLION BACKGROUNDGROT REBELLION BACKGROUND7 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
It all began when Grotsnik was beaten unconscious and captured by Imperial agents during a battle against an ork Waaagh. He was then taken to a hidden research base on a desert planet where a mad radical Ordos Xenos Inquisitor who believed that the Orks were the greatest threat to humanity and in time would overwhelm them. He believed that the solution would be removing the backbone of the ork forces which was the grots who serve as engineers for the Orks war machines and servants for other important tasks that the Orks refuse to do.
Knowing that like the Orks the Grots couldn't be wiped out he went with a radical tactic of sparking a rebellion within the Ork forces believing that a battle between the two classes would disrupt most Ork military movement and save Imperium from certain doom.
For this he took Grotsnik and several other Grots and taught them special skills such as military tactics, propaganda and tank engineering. Teaching them how to turn the Grot population i
KementariGold and silver are the lightsKementari1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
In your eyes,
Graceful are your steps
And your raiment ever green.
Wonder and beauty unseen
You put in everything that grows,
From the fairest leaf
To the merriest flower.
Blessed we all are
O, Queen of the Earth,
For through you we have
Fair trees and fields,
Loveliness before our eyes.
How many hurts your heart knew,
None can tell but only you
When the Great Light was gone
And there you sang alone.
Slow do the waters flow
Through lands and hills,
All enriched with the fairness you give
A, Yavanna Kementari!