ImladrisIn Imladris, in RivendellImladris3 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.
Sand and MusicSand and MusicSand and Music4 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.&
Imagine 1: DanceImagine 1: Dance3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You've been accepted into a British Dance school and are studying your choice of dance in one of the local studios in the area and not your school one since it's you're only day off.
The studio is all glass mirrors except for the door and the glass wall which shows the room across from you.
You don't notice someone staring at you from the door and then moving into the dance studio beside yours to practice, but keep looking at you.
You're music is blaring loud and you're moving all over the place, so concentrated it doesn't occur to you you're being watched.
While you're dancing, you see this person watching you from the corner of your eye and mess up the step you're practicing, falling on the floor by accident.
You're getting up when you hear a knock and you turn around to see Zayn Malik standing at the glass wall, looking to see if you're okay.
You wave a hand in his direction to assure him you're alright and he smiles, usually a distraction would be bad, but you can l
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?"
You've Got That One Thing: 19HARRY'S POVYou've Got That One Thing: 193 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The after party was great. They had good music, good beer and pretty girls. I danced with a couple of them, well grinded with a couple of them, before I took a break to get more beer. I found Stephanie sitting along the wall, holding a bottle of water in her hands, saint.
"Hey, Ms. Goodie-Two-Shoes," I teased her as I sat down next to her,
"Sorry I don't get wasted every chance I get," She shrugged,
"You can't have just one?" I asked,
"No, I don't drink," She said sharply.
"Fine. Why aren't you out there dancing?" I asked her,
"Took a break," she said, taking a swig of the water,
"Where's Niall?" I asked,
"Round here somewhere," She said, the DJ started playing Scream by Usher,
"Come and dance with me! I told her, standing,
"To this song? No way in hell," She told me, I dragged her off the ground,
"Come on!" I began to drag her to the dance floor. She protested but finally gave in. I pulled her to the center of the dance floor where Zayn and Louis were. She stood there, not
Lucky Chance Chapter 6Lucky Chance Chapter 63 years ago in Romance More Like This
~Authors NOte. All people in this story are real people, my friend Peyton.~
We picked up the girls, Makayla, Marti, and Kaitlyn. Makayla is quite unless you get to know her, just like Liam. Marti is flirty and likes to mess around, just like Harry. Kaitlyn is mysterious and quite till you get to know her, just like Zayn. We had all fallen in love with One Direction when Peyton showed me them. I will admit, I didnt like them at all when i first heard of them. Now i love them so much. You can call us all Directioners.
"So Makalya, what do you like to do?" Liam asked Makayla, a mid height girl with long brown hair and glasses, while she was getting comfortable in the car.
"Keeping these girls in tack, other wise they would get into so much trouble. I guess you could call me the mommy of the group." she laughed, we all did with her. She really did act like a mommy to all of us. She was the logical one but could also have fun to.
"Cool, I'm like that daddy to of the
The Path Shrouded in Mist and ShadowThe Path Shrouded in Mist and Shadow2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A note on the names: We know that the names given in the legendarium are elven variations of the original names. I decided to let these people address each other in their own language:
Ylpang = Ulfang
Bör = Bór
Yldar = Uldor
Warning: I've allowed my inner philologist/culturologist/anthropologist to run a bit wild.
The wind from the West was sweeping through the plain. Chilly though it was, it was almost pleasant compared to the vicious bite of the howling winds that usually came from the North. It was winter still, but spring was already fast approaching, and the grasslands were like matted brass, wave upon wave of yellowish mass, rustling, sighing, stretching into the horizon.
A small gathering of men could be seen amid the ceaseless undulations, sombre and firm like a rocky island in the middle of a perturbed sea. Their horses grazed not far from them, and above their heads two large eagles circled in the sky.
They were tw
RochallorLike blue ice a flameRochallor3 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 Elmoth3 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
KementariGold and silver are the lightsKementari2 years 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!
Glory in the fallNo song was heardGlory in the fall2 years 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
I need help...I need help...3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I need help
I'm sitting in this classroom looking at Niall Horan pictures on weheartit.com
I JUST LOVE HIM SO MUCH ;-;
If you think about it, we are almost exactly like alike
Which makes me perfect for him ;D
Hit by love. Part five.New life, Not as I was expecting it.Hit by love. Part five.3 years ago in Romance More Like This
I wake up early, it was around 6, Louis was still sleeping, he was looking so inocent right now I decide to make some coffee and some sandwiches for me and Louis to eat when he wake up.
I was looking around my clothes to find something to wear, I think I'll go for a loose black one sholder and some light washed jeans.
I get in bathroom and make a quick shawer, I get my jeans on, and it was really annoying to dress with just one hand! Then I brush my hair and apply some eyeshadow
"Lisa, are you here?" I hear Louis calling for me
"In here, dressing, I made coffee if you want." I said trying to put my bra on, oh god, where is that nurse when you need her! I put the bra on but I couldn't close it, I trow my blouse on and get out of the bathroom
"Ah Louis, can I ask you to do something for me, it's kinda important " I sayd looking at him
"Anything" he said without hesitating.
"Close my bra please, it's pretty hard with just one hand
ElvesElves2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Oh, you wonderful children of Ilúvatar
Your voices make the forests
Be more alive
Even the leaves are greener
When you are around.
And you shine with the pure light
Upon your beautiful faces
And even your light steps
Are full of grace.
Can there be anything
So fair in the whole Arda
As your lands
Or the work of your hands?
Ah, I wish I could
Sing, dance, shine
And take graceful steps
Just as you do
Oh, I wish I could
Speak with such beautiful words
Just as you do.
And my heart is charmed by you
And perhaps there is nothing else
I can do
Than admire you.
Memories of Battle: Aragorn: First MeetingMemories of Battle: Aragorn: First Meeting2 years ago in Drama More Like This
Some memories are too dark to bring into the light, and I have seen too many dark things. Do not ask me. I will not recall memories to darken the very light of day; do not ask me about the dark. Ask me about Light.
Ask me about the light, and I will speak. Ask me about the light, and I will tell you of one day when the light was strong. I was young, barely twenty years of age, and had returned from a journey when Elrond called me, he who had been like a father to me.
That day all was changed.
That day, for the first time, I heard the name of my father. That day, for the first time, I saw the heirlooms of my house. That day, for the first time, I knew my inheritance.
That day, for the first time, I knew my own name.
And I was young. For a whole day pride filled me and I thought that the world could bring no more beauty. I thought the world was full and could give no more for I was young, and I was of noble birth; higher than any among Men. I did not think about the years ahead, on the r
Of Eru and Melkor"Why have you made us?" they asked, looking at their Creator with a mix of love and fear.Of Eru and Melkor2 years ago in Drama More Like This
"I wanted to create something of my own, something into which I had put my own thought, so that I could see it live and love it," said He. “And therefore I needed something that would guard it in my absence, so I created you, yet even you are the offsprings of my though."
They all had gathered around Him, around Eru. Closest to Him on his right side sat Melkor and on His left side sat Manwë, brothers, both dear to Him, (though one maybe a bit more so).
Brothers, but so very different. Melkor was more talented, more inquisitive, whereas Manwë was more kindhearted and more obedient.
"The Secret Fire powers you and its energy shall create Eä," He said.
"Can we use it to create something?" asked Melkor (sounding interested).
"The Secret Fire is not for you to use, and I have hidden it from all Eyes. It shall only be used indirectly to spring Life wit
The Houses of the Edain THE HOUSE OF BEORThe Houses of the Edain7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The 1st House of the Edain
The first of the Edain to enter Beleriand
First discovered by Finrod
Greatly loved by the Noldor
Dark haired and grey eyed
Famous for their love of learning
Estolad Year 311-355 1st Age of the Sun
Dorthonian Year 355-455 1st Age of the Sun
Dor-lomin Year 455-472 1st Age of the
DaelesDeep and dark I goDaeles1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
My narrowed path, twisting, turning through dae* elm.
Withered, broken branches; dark, black, deadened leaves
Whispering blackened speech to me.
Light, to bright! Bright, to light!
Hisses and mutters of my kinsmen pass through the dae elms.
To light, to bright Elves of old,
To move through the shadowed Mirk,
Oh so bold.
Red, gold and dazzling emerald leaves,
Whispering honeycomb words of grace and glee to me.
Run, climb, play and scamper,
The wood sounds with Elfling laughter.
Greenwood the great of ages past,
Fair and noble children of Valinor set with caring for this cast.
Keeping eryn* ever growing, and duin* ever flowing.
Clean and light forever more,
Though dae always dwells, even in the brightest of belles.
By Gleca 魔
*Duin/River, Fast flowing river
The Sea LongingThe Sea Longing4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The smoke of Pelargir rose up around our company as the Corsairs of Umbar fled from the fallen men of Dunharrow. We stood silent, staring out at the scene before us.
Suddenly a memory came to me in the form of Galadriel's voice
"...If thou hearest the cry of the gull on the shore,
Thy heart shall rest in the forest no more."
My brow furrowed in confusion; why would such a thought come to me at this time? Moments later I heard a sound unlike any other I had ever even imagined. I froze, even forgetting to breathe for a moment, before turning slowly towards it.
There, on one of the remaining pillars of a past noble's home, sat a bird.
With the sound it had made, my ears were shown an entire new song, one of the sea. I now heard the tides more clearly than before and they pulled me gently closer with each new wave.
I could still taste the same salt in the air, but it now meant something completely new.
I now knew that with the sea I was free.
I was free
Beren and LuthienIn Doriath an elven-kingBeren and Luthien3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Took to himself a Maia queen:
Strange was that love, not spoken of
Ere then; its like was never seen.
Queen Melian a magic ring
Wove 'round their land, to shield it well
From orcish spies and prying eyes
And all who would its secrets tell.
As love had bound, so passion shaped,
And life there grew in Melian:
The elven-child grew strong and wild,
Her parents named her Lúthien.
Lúthien walked where snow yet draped
The woods, and when she'd dance and sing,
Ice warmed and broke, the river spoke,
And winter's chill gave way to spring.
When many years had come and gone
She danced as ever 'neath the trees.
Her sapphire gown blew out around,
And raven hair streamed in the breeze.
Her song brought spring with that pale dawn;
When from the air the chill had passed,
As deft and light as blossoms white
Her feet skimmed fleetly o'er the grass.
Not far from where she danced alone
Beren roamed lost within the wood.
He heard her song and followed long,
And finding her
The Secret Garden"I know what you're thinking about," Nolofinwe's known, beloved voice whispered in Anaire's ear.The Secret Garden3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Really?" she answered playfully, her eyes laughing.
"Yes," he kissed her neck and hugged her from behind. "For I'm reminded of our first meeting as well "
They were standing in a hidden spot between the many trees that surrounded 'their secret garden', as they came to view it. It seemed every child found this spot and claimed it to be his or her own, and currently their son, Findekano, was playing there with his cousin and friend, Nelyafinwe son of Feanaro.
"It was not so long ago, you know," Anaire said, turning in his arms to demand a kiss on the lips.
"Mmm true " came the reply.
Anaire laughed again. "Come. Let us leave them alone."
"Do you want to play with me?"
The girl lifted her head, surprised. She was sprawled on the grass, an opened book before her and an apple, half eaten, in her right hand. Above her stand a boy about her age, his long, black hair tied with
Into WaterInto WaterInto Water4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The end we have always dreaded has come, and I am entwined together with Morgoth's beast- we are become as one writhing, thrashing creature of steel and flame and flesh. A horrible din fills my ears, which must be his roar of pain at the spike of my helm embedded deep in his breast, or perhaps it is my own scream as I cling closer to him and the fire that emanates from his body licks at my face and skin, burning me, threatening to engulf me entirely. In a final, desperate burst of strength, I wrap my legs as tightly as I can around his and wrench them out from under him.
Suddenly the world is sideways, and we are falling. Some instinct takes hold of me, and I draw and hold a single breath just before we crash into water.
For a split second, the shock of its coldness on my burns is more excruciating than the fire that made them. The force of our impact with the water dislodges my half-melted helm from my head, a
Boromir's Farewell - purgatoriBoromir's Farewell - purgatori11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
there he lay upon the ground
last emblem of Gondor
arrows speared through his flesh
that glows a pale grey
the horn shall never again
his sword stained with victory
lays over his defeat
the woods mourn the loss
as his spirit is carried away
proud man of Gondor
the everlasting warrior
Tolkien's ElvesTolkien's ElvesTolkien's Elves8 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
When dealing with such complex works as The Lord of the Rings and its affiliated books, written by J.R.R. Tolkien and in some cases edited by his son Christopher, one becomes saturated by the vast variety of characters and races represented. However, one must keep in mind that all the races can be broken down further than a general classification. An excellent example of this is Elves, the Eldar, Firstborn Children of Iluvatar.
Although all Elves are indeed the Firstborn Children, they can first be divided into two classes: the Calaquendi, the Elves of Light, the High-elves, those Elves who heeded the westward summons and dwelt in Valinor, land of the Gods, during the time of the Two Trees; and the Moriquendi, Elves of the Darkness, who remained in Middle Earth and never saw the Light that was before the Moon and Sun, for they were the lovers of stars and the twilight.
The Calaquendi contained three groups of Elves: the Vanyar, the Noldor, and the