Ungoliant's LairIt was a cool, calm day in the revived kingdom of Gondor. On the second level of the city of Minas Tirith, a young girl and boy played together, enjoying the peaceful times that the world had earned. After the defeat of Sauron, the world of men was allowed to flourish, rebuilding after a devastating war which had left a lot of land scorched and barren. As far as the world of men was concerned, all of the dark forces had been destroyed in the War of The Ring.Ungoliant's Lair1 year ago in Horror More Like This
''I know that the map looks old, but...give it a look-over, it describes hidden treasures!'' Spoke a young hazel-haired girl as she lay upside down, her eyes scanning an old map that was creased and stained.
''I'll decide what it says.''
''Fine, fine, but I know I'm right.''
''It speaks of 'vast wealths never before seen', which is curious because most of the world's wealth now resides here in Minas Tirith.'' Reminded Hammal, a blonde boy who hung around with Beccy on many occasions, enjoying her com
An Old LegendAn Old Legend3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ages long gone and ages long passed
Shades of grey, man's memory fades fast
The glory days told of old
Shines as brightly as silver and gold
Before the dark, before the strife
Before many of the spans of life
There lied the glory that men bore
The gilded light of Westernesse's shore
That era of brilliance, that age of wealth
That time of wisdom and of great health
Those days are passed or so it is said
As now the great kings of lore lie dead
Is there a hope against such reckless hate?
Where does it lie? The enemy's gate
Draws nearer every day
And now there is little that holds him at bay
But still we hold on to legends and tales
What more will we have when the strength of men fails?
There is still one yet who holds the power
To aid this land in its darkest hour.
From father to son, the title has been given
In the shadows these brave people have striven
To drive away the darkness that besets all
While there is still life in them, men shall not fall
I know the king shall come again, f
J. R. R. TolkienJust see who entersJ. R. R. Tolkien4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the realm of dreams
that none have seen
legends of old
Molding them into
Reaping the fruits
that in his mind grow
to rivers of words
that from his pen flow
Travel through the lands,
follow the dream
He gives you his hand...
Enter with him!
The Fall of Erebor Chapter 3There really was no sense of time in the depths of the fallen city. Thorin ate when he was hungry, slept when he was tired, and spent the rest of his time either pacing around the column he was tethered to or testing the strength of the chain to see if there were any weak points he could try to exploit. Smaug never stopped him from doing so, seeming rather to take a sort of sick joy from watching Thorin drive himself insane trying to escape. There was very little the dragon would not tolerate, though Thorin learned very early that it was better to stay quiet when Smaug was present, at least in terms of actually trying to talk. The one time Thorin actually had the thought to try and use the tactic of speaking in riddles around the dragon in hopes of keeping out of trouble he found himself used almost as a scratching post instead, the long wounds down his arms and across his chest a reminder that Smaug was smart enough to not let his captive try and distract him.The Fall of Erebor Chapter 32 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
More than once during th
Royal Houses of GondolinName House of the KingRoyal Houses of Gondolin7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Function Bodyguard of the King's family
Traits Wear red, white and gold
Leader Turgon the Wise
Trait King of Gondolin
Bravest warrior in Gondolin
Name House of th
How to Write Like Tolkien First I must make one thing clear: This is quick guide for anyone interested in writing fanfiction in Tolkien's style. I am not claiming that is the best way to write fanfiction for his works, or even that it will make your writing good (that is up to the individual). Good fanfiction can and has been written in styles very different. Please do not make anything more out of this.How to Write Like Tolkien4 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
So, let us begin with the most obvious part: the language. Tolkien uses a high style of writing, which is perhaps best exemplified in his own words: "We are being at once wisely aware of our own frivolity if we avoid hitting and whacking and prefer 'striking' and 'smiting'; talk and chat and prefer 'speech' and 'discourse'; well-bred, brilliant or polite noblemen (visions of snobbery columns in the Press, and fat men on the Rivera) and prefer the 'worthy, brave and courteous men' of long ago." Here are some tid
Dwarven Realms THE SEVEN DWARVEN CLANSDwarven Realms7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Clan Mountains where lived
Durin's Folk/Longbeards Hithaeglir/ Misty Mountains
Broadbeams Ered Luin/ Blue Mountains
LeavingLeaving11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You stand before me now
And look at me
My heart is breaking
You are taken from me
As swift as a sweet memory.
Your smile is only enough
To give me strength
Yet it pains me even moreso
You tell me to go on
But I can hardly hold on.
Some say I was your strength
But surely you were mine
You gave me the courage
To reach for something dear
A curtain unfolding to the wind.
I hope one day to see that smile
To be reminded of my spirit
Taken away by your soul
Move me again with your laughter
Show me yonder where my spirit flies.
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.&
That Summer in RivendellWarm sunlight streamed downThat Summer in Rivendell4 years ago in Romance More Like This
From the leafy canopy
A thousand shades of green
As water glittered along its course
And fell shimmering into its crystal basin
A soft breeze whispered
Through the boughs of ancient oaks
And beneath these trees
Two lovers walked
And sang in clear elven voices
And vows they made:
Never to part
That summer in Rivendell
BTC - The Hobbit: The Desolation of SmaugBTC - The Hobbit: The Desolation of Smaug2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Then Smaug really did laugh-a devastating sound which shook Bilbo to the floor, while far up in the tunnel the dwarves huddled together and imagined that the hobbit had come to a sudden and a nasty end. "Revenge!" he snorted, and the light of his eyes lit the hall from floor to ceiling like scarlet lightning. "Revenge! The King under the Mountain is dead and where are his kin that dare seek revenge? Girion Lord of Dale is dead, and I have eaten his people like a wolf among sheep, and where are his sons' sons that dare approach me? I kill where I wish and none dare resist. I laid low the warriors of old and their like is not in the world today. Then I was but young and tender. Now I am old and strong, strong, strong. Thief in the Shadows!" he gloated. "My armour is like tenfold shields, my teeth are swords, my claws spears, the shock of my tail a thunderbolt, my wings a hurricane, and my breath death!"
-J.R.R. Tolkien "There and Back Again: A Hobbit's Holiday, Chapter 12"
Grima's LamentGrima's Lament4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why do I dwell in exile here,
In Isengard's tower, far from home?
All I wanted was her love...
I was the king's trusted servant,
His counsellor, his eyes and ears--
He should have let me have her,
His sister's daughter, golden Eowyn!
I turned to the wise and powerful one,
Trusting the White Hand to give more freely;
He promised me riches, power, and more--
The woman I desired, if I but served him...
All I did, I did for love, not greed;
And how was I rewarded?
Lies and empty promises
Have soiled my proud name...
It was Saruman's doing, not mine;
And now I rot with him in Orthanc,
Laughing bitterly at his defeat---
At least he now shares my misery...
Nirnaeth ArnoediadNirnaeth Arnoediad8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Of all the battles which are sung, none are as noble, brave, and true
As the tale of this single ruinous one, that I shall try to sing for you
An enormous fight so horrific, that it is spoken of with dread
And the old ones still weep, for the many that are dead
Through lies and treachery, armies assembled on that plain
Not knowing, not even guessing, that there was nothing to gain
This battle was the fifth and last of the war being fought
A devastating conflict that by the end, was all for naught
A mighty alliance forged from three strong and steadfast races
Dwarves, Elves, and Men, still could not resist Morgoth's deadly maces
Try as they might, they failed, and that hallowed ground is named
Nirnaeth Arnoediad, Tears Unnumbered, for the warriors that lay maimed
The sunrise mist had not yet left the field when the battle cry was called
But it did not take long, for the Alliance to break and fall
Why, you may ask, was this so, when the union of these races was tight
I shall t
AA - The Hardest ThingsThe havens are ransacked. The Silmarilli are lost. And we are left, here, with nothing but pain and regret.AA - The Hardest Things4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Dead corpses litter the ground. Everywhere I look, there is blood. Blood and bodies. Weapons and shields. Everyone is dead, Sindar and Noldor alike. The stench is unbearable.
I turn away from Maitimo, from my broken army, and begin walking back up the long, sloping hill. I do not stop when they call me. I do not want to see more. No more suffering. No more death.
All of this, for three jewels... those accursed, priceless jewels. I hate them; I despise them; and yet I will go to the ends of the earth for them.
I finally stop when I feel someone's hand on my shoulder.
"Kano," he says, quietly. It is Maitimo.
I ignore him.
He tries again. "Kano, there are children."
I shake my head. I do not want to know how many people lie died, or how many of them were women and children. I shake his hand off, and keep walking.
"They are alive." Maitimo raises his voice now, calling to me. "Elwing
The Secret Garden"I know what you're thinking about," Nolofinwe's known, beloved voice whispered in Anaire's ear.The Secret Garden4 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
The Grace Given to MeThe Lord of the Rings fanfiction: How do you know that today is the day to die? How do you spend your last day? The thoughts of Aragorn.The Grace Given to Me5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It is time. I know it just as the birds know when to obey the calling of the wind and fly away from the cold lands to feel the sunrays on their wings again. I know it just as the tree knows when to say farewell to its leaves, watching them flutter to the ground one by one and giving something of itself with every leaf. I know that my time has come.
Sometimes I wondered how I would recognize it. How does a man know that he has reached the point where he can leave with dignity and greatness like the kings of old? How does he know that today is the day to die? It could be tomorrow and tomorrow again. One more day not for myself, but for the ones that I love. How can I leave them to grieving? How many times was I near death and only their love returned me to life, showed me the way through the shadows? How can I abandon the
The Prince and the Apprentice Ch 4: Fili x ReaderYou had encountered trolls before and you loathed them immensely. As Fili, Kili, and Bilbo scoured the area looking for clues as to what had happened to the ponies you broke off from the group and searched for tracks that could lead you to them.The Prince and the Apprentice Ch 4: Fili x Reader1 year ago in Drama More Like This
“Hey, there’s a light,” Fili called quietly, catching your attention.
You followed the three of them as they dashed through the underbrush and hid behind two trees. You slid in next to Bilbo just as one of the trolls walked by carrying Myrtle and Minty under his arms.
“He’s got Myrtle and Minty,” Bilbo groaned, “I think they’re going to eat them. We need to do something!”
“Yes, you should,” Kili answered, much to the displeasure and confusion of the Hobbit. “Mountain trolls are slow and stupid and you’re so small, they’ll never see you. It’s perfectly safe, we’ll be right behind you”.
“If you run into trouble hoot twice like a barn owl, o
The Prince and the Apprentice Ch 10: Fili x ReaderIn your restless sleep you were comforted by someone climbing into your bed and holding you close. Though you were barely conscious you could tell who it was and snuggled deeper into his arms and found yourself falling asleep in no time with a sense of ease that had all but abandoned you early in the night. It only seemed like a few mere minutes, but you were roused from your deep sleep when the warm body that had been cradling you disappeared. You tried to fully wake yourself, but your body wouldn’t allow it. You gave up and just before darkness washed over you again you felt something soft and warm press against your temple and heard faint whispers in your ear before you felt the same warm something on the crown of your head before it vanished again, and didn’t return.The Prince and the Apprentice Ch 10: Fili x Reader1 year ago in Romance More Like This
When the sun had fully risen you began to stir once more after you had almost been roused early in the morning. You turned over and expected to be greeted with the familiar smell of leather and pipe-weed, b
Othe one ringO9 months ago in Horror More Like This
many have sought to possess it
some have killed for it
most have never managed to get their hands on it
and the ones who have
some among them have done truly terrible things with it
yet it is a mere tool
an instrument of power through which many things can be accomplished
whether for good
or for ill
or so i thought
those seven years ago
when i first slipped that ring upon my finger
yes it was a ring of power
but it was not the kind of power i had imagined
with this ring i would make this world a good place
a better place
or so i used to think
it was not so easy
yes the ring could control people
most everyone all the time
but there were some who operated partly outside the ring s influence
some in the shadows
some in the light
and some lost in the wilderness
they were not completely immune to the ring s powers
but if they moved fast enough
if they stayed hidden long enough
i soon found they could reach me before i could defend myself
and the ones in t
The Prince and the Apprentice Ch 8: Fili x ReaderWhen Thorin returned with Balin and Bilbo from his council with Lord Elrond he immediately noticed the absence of his nephews.The Prince and the Apprentice Ch 8: Fili x Reader1 year ago in Romance More Like This
“Where are Fili and Kili?” he asked.
“They left a while ago I can only assume to see if (Y/n) is awake yet,” Ori replied.
Thorin nodded and headed to the room you had been moved to. He pushed the door open and let out a quiet sigh at the sight in front of him. You were still sleeping, and like Ori had guessed Fili and Kili were at your side. Fili was sleeping next to you with his arm wrapped around your middle with his hand resting on your hip, mindful of your injuries. Kili was snoring softly on the other side of the bed and had his head lying on his arms. He crossed the room and sat down next to Kili and rubbed his hand over the back of his youngest nephew’s head. He heard the door open behind him and turned to see Gandalf standing in the doorway.
“They have certainly become fast friends,” Gandalf commented, gesturing
The Prince and the Apprentice Ch 11: Fili x ReaderYou smiled wearily, the adrenaline finally wearing off. You wanted to run the rest of the way but you couldn’t find the strength to do so, but your smile ceased to fade, if anything it only grew wider when you saw two of them break away and run towards you to meet you halfway. Fili was the first one to reach you and he swooped in, forgetting about your injuries for a moment, and wrapped his arms around your waist, and spun you in a full circle. His eyes were gleaming when he set you down and his hands moved from your waist to cup your face.The Prince and the Apprentice Ch 11: Fili x Reader1 year ago in Romance More Like This
“You found us,” he said breathlessly, grinning ear to ear.
“Of course I did. Did you really think I would give up?” you asked, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling his down into a hug.
“Never,” he smiled before ducking to kiss your forehead, letting his lips linger for a moment.
You felt your cheeks grow warm at the kiss and butterflies started to flutter in your stomach.
You heard Kil
Hobbit - Little Acts of HeroismDwarves couldn’t swim, Bilbo had been surprised to discover.Hobbit - Little Acts of Heroism2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
There were a great many things which, although they seemed quite natural to the dwarves, initially mystified the little Hobbit. Their method of greeting each other by smashing their skulls together was only the first incident in which he became aware of their unfamiliar customs. He quickly discovered more over the next few days of travelling and, in the privacy of his head; he wryly conceded that Gandalf had been right. The world was most certainly not in his books. To be entirely truthful, he learned more about the peoples of Middle Earth from one talk with the well-educated and surprisingly chatty Dori, than he had done in his entire life up until that point.
Needless to say, Dwalin’s nipple-ring had been a major eye-opener and even now the company liked to do impressions of Bilbo’s squeak of surprise upon noticing it. Bifur’s injury too had alarmed him, although in truth the axe firmly lodged in his
Pat Rothfuss's Weekend jobAn important note: This story is based on a dream! I actually had a dream in which this occurred. So, keep in mind that none of this is real or really happened. With that said; enjoy!Pat Rothfuss's Weekend job8 years ago in Humor More Like This
I have learned from past experience that you should never skip a party hosted by the Feminist Club. Their parties are, by far, the best in the entire college. So when I was invited to their latest party, I accepted right away, especially when I heard it would be held at Pat Rothfusss house.
Pats house is perfect for parties. Originally, it was just a normal bungalow made of brown brick situated near the railroad tracks. Some time during the 1950s, the owners decided to make it into a gas station, so they added a 2-story addition with glass walls, an interior balcony, and upstairs offices to the house. In the 70s, the new owners decided they did not want to run a gas station any more, so they tore out the registers, converted the main room into the greenhouse and the offices into be
Crossroads of Light and ShadowSummary: In a rainy night, Aragorn walks through the Midgewater marshes. But not all paths lead to good ends, and dark things lurk at the crossroads… A story with sound and visual effectsCrossroads of Light and Shadow2 years ago in Horror More Like This
Disclaimer: If you recognize it, it is not mine. If you don't recognize it, it's probably not mine, either. Not even the Neekerbreekers…
My thanks to openmeadow for an inspiring chat about senses
Dedicated to all my friends that walked with me through mud and rain, and that were lost with me until we found ourselves again.
Crossroads of Light and Shadow
Squelch. With effort he pulled his boot from the mud. It left a deep footprint.
Squirsh. Murky water began to soak through the mud and fill it.
Blub.The surface closed. Besides a few bubbles on the dark surface, there was no trace of his passing.
Squish. Another step. A waft of something foul and rotten