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 Lair10 months 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. Tolkien3 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
LeavingLeaving10 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.
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
BTC - The Hobbit: The Desolation of SmaugBTC - The Hobbit: The Desolation of Smaug1 year 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"
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
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.&
Common Sindarin PhrasesCommon Sindarin Phrases3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Common Phrases in Sindarin
Sindarin is technically not a functional language, there are so many words missing. Simple words are just simply non-existant. But there is some help for the language, it's a beautiful, poetic, and its in Lord of the Rings for goodness sake.
If there are any phrases that you would like to see me translate, feel free to contact me and I will add them to the list.
So you may want to review this page many times after seeing it for the first time.
"thou" : formal
"you" : informal
-----a dash before the characters make it a suffix that is used for verbs and possessive
Formal: lín ; informal: -ch
Formal: -l (obscure) pl: -dh ; informal: -g ; pl: -ch
(the reason the l is obscure is because it can often be confused with a verb tense that is why it is best to avoid it)
__1: Aiya "Hail" [this one stems from Que
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
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 Things3 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
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
Aragorn's Lament for ArwenAragorn's Lament for Arwen11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The night is drawing close around us
How much longer will we last, I wonder
The stars that once shone bright and fair in the sky
Are all covered by this shadow
The hope that once kindled in my heart
Now fades to a tiny faded light
Still I feel you within my heart
A hope that lies deep within
Your hope never fades
Nor your trust in me
My path once was hidden from me
But you light the way
Will our love endure this hard test?
Or will it flicker and die like so much already?
The only thing that I dream about now
Is your lovely face, surrounded by your raven coloured hair
How could I not stand against this shadow
When it threatens the life of one with such beauty
Alas my dreams must remain just dreams for the present
While you are safe with your father in Imladris
I am bound to wander in the East
The arm of the Enemy grows long
Soon he will have Imladris in his hand
To save you, I would send you to the Undying Lands
Sail away, my love
With the rest of your people
Leave Middle Earth and all
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...
Loyalty Unyielding, a Melkor/Sauron ficLoyalty Unyielding, a Melkor/Sauron fic2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Author's Note: Do you think the dark lords also deserve some love? Have you been searching for fanfiction with Melkor and Sauron? In this story of the two greatest villains of Arda, we will lead you through the main Melkor-relevant events of Silmarillion, beginning with Morgoth's triumphant return to Angband with the Silmarils, through the consequences of the taxing battle with Fingolfin and the troublesome Quest for the Silmaril, finally taking you all the way to Dagor Dagorath... and beyond.
During the course of this story you will see Melkor risen high and fallen deep and you will learn a thing or two about the loyalty of the Maiar. There will be moments sad and serious and those quite funny as well.
Please review and tell us what you think! Give us motivation to continue :3
Warnings: None in this chapter, but slash in the next ones (see description to learn where you will be able to read the rest of this fic)
Dislaimer: All the amazing characters in this fic an
LOTR: Fellowship parody scriptLord of the Rings: Fellowship of the Ring Parody scriptLOTR: Fellowship parody script2 years ago in Comedy More Like This
Elrond: (holds up a crudely made ring) "This is the One Ring of Sauron. When you put it on, it makes the world look like someone went nuts with the Smudge effect on Photoshop. Plus it can make you invisible and it whispers nasty things into your head to make you a zombie. Just like YouTube commenters." (Disappears from sight, leaving the ring behind.)
Frodo: (walks up and picks up the Ring) "Woah, a ring of unspeakable evil ." (long pause as he stares at the ring before responding) "Awesome!"
Gandalf: (comes out of nowhere) "No Fordo! The Ring is evil! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!! Just take it to the Elf City and leave it there."
Sam: (walks up) "Can I come?"
Frodo: "Eh, why not?"
[The two are walking around (supposedly to mean they are travelling) when a Ringwraith (just an actor with a hoodie) pops up and stabs Frodo]
Frodo: "Ow! That doesn't feel good!"
DivorceBefore that day,Divorce1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sunday mornings had never occurred to me.
I must have slept through their every summons:
I never knew the time sensitive ritual of finding matching socks,
forcing “nice” shoes over misshapen toes,
the silent pact we would share with the warm cushions of the divan
waiting for Mother to ready us, memories that settle in the guts
like a madstone, which I could then pull out of my old cadaver
to save myself in the next life.
There were a few moments. Like that time, in the garage,
basking in Father’s sunrise sorcery as he fired his magic timing light
into the fluttering lungs of an engine, or when he let me aim
the water at his bucket, poorly, while he carved something
otherworldly into stubborn dirt.
I held nothing near of Sundays, nothing sacred, nothing dreaded,
save for the occasional shameful confusion
I would coax from my belly with dogged chimes
of christmas bells haranguing the church congregation
with their infernal sequence, hanging like nervou
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 Me4 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
.:Cicerology:. Ch.10Clarice and Cicero collapsed onto Cicero's couch, sighing heavily. It was a lot of work fetching incredibly special ingredients from incredibly strange places for the beloved Night Mother. For example, she required fresh eggs not store bought, but coming directly from the chicken. For that, they had to search the farmer's market, but found no eggs that had been laid recently. However, the owner knew the man who supplied the eggs; one phone call and 45-minute trip into the middle of nowhere later, they had two brand new, still-warm eggs in their hands..:Cicerology:. Ch.103 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Then, they had to fetch an assortment of flowers. The Night Mother spoke of several strange breeds which Clarice had never heard of before, but after doing some research on flowers with the same sort of metaphysical properties, she managed to compile a list of more common-to-this-planet breeds. It was then to the flower shop, where Cicero had the hardest time understanding any of the flowers he was picking up. He confused tulips wi
GondorGlory of past, memoriesGondor3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Oaths of faithfulness
Now arrived the hour of
Dark is the path the dead guard
Out of danger will
Rise the long lost kingly line
Female Sindarin NamesName MeaningFemale Sindarin Names7 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Aredhel Noble Lady
Ar-Feiniel Noble White Lady of the Noldor
Arwen Noble Maiden
Berúthiel Angry Queen
Celebrian Silver Queen
Elanor Sun star
Neozoic Files: NeolaniaScientific Name: Varanus elegansNeozoic Files: Neolania11 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Common Names: Tiger Monitor, Neolania
Size: Up to 5.5 m (18 ft) long, 317 kg (698 lbs)
Range: Northern and Central Australia
Habitat: Desert, Scrubland, and Savannah
The Neolania is a large monitor lizard, believed to be descended from the Perentie (Varanus giganteus). It shares many characteristics with its modern cousin; including long limbs, neck, and tail, and an overall gracile build. It is the top predator of future Australia, with prey including wallabies, cow-sized wombats, ratites, and even the descendants of dingoes.
Neolania are among one of the largest of all monitor lizards, growing up to a maximum of 5.5 meters in length, and a maximum weight of 317 kg. Unlike its similar sized Pleistocene cousin, the Megalania (Varanus priscus), the Neolania is much more lithe and gracile, an adaptation for being a swift ambush predator that can run at high speeds in short bursts. They are a greyish-b
.:Cicerology:. Ch.9Clarice gathered her things in a bag the hospital had provided for her. She had to be careful to not tear the stitches which held her neck shut, so her head moved very limitedly (the thick bandage which covered her throat also impaired her neck movements). She had only spent the night in the hospital, but was awake most of the night due to having slept the entire day beforehand. Instead, she watched a few movies on the television, gathered her notes from her job in effort to make sense of some of her clients' problems (most of them superfluous), and tried to sleep without much success. That morning, she dedicated the time before she was allowed to leave, to calling her clients and cancelling appointments, due to "a severe injury". Some of them burst into tears, some became outraged, but most understood..:Cicerology:. Ch.93 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She tossed her notebook into her bag. Behind her, there was a light knock on her door. She turned around just in time for a grave-looking doctor to enter the room. She smiled politely,