Noldorin Agony[CELEGORM]Noldorin Agony4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
None could subdue her,
This siren in white-
Her face always haunting me.
Though I pursue her
It seems, out of spite,
She revels in taunting me!
What's an elf prince to do?
When the one thing you want
Is a thing that's related to you.
I've met a maiden,
By leadership laden,
Her circumstance dire.
That form, full of power-
(More tree trunk than flower)
Sets my heart afire!
Oh, great Valar above!
Why must this lovely woman be
Far too stubborn to love?
Oh, the torture they teach!
What's as intriguing-
Or half so fatiguing-
As what's out of reach?
Am I not sensitive,
As kind as I'm handsome
And heir to a throne?
No, you're not and you know it, so stop that!
(sarcastic) How clever.
You're making me mad!
(darkly) You know nothing of madness
Til she's und
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
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
Twins"TWINS?!"Twins4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The shout disturbed birds within a mile radius, sending them fleeing for the sky in fear of their lives. Elves stopped in their work, looking up and whispering together, questioning the source of the noise.
Some, however, didn't need to question the source of the shout, because the source found them instead.
"Maitimo," a large, familiar hand landed on his shoulder.
Maitimo looked back questioningly at his Atto. "What, Atto? Are you alright? You look slightly...shaken."
Fëanáro gazed at him with an unusual fire in his eyes, and gripped his shoulders painfully tight. "Twins, Maitimo," he said with deadly seriousness.
Maitimo frowned at him, puzzled. "What about them?"
"Twins. Twins. Twins."
"Atto, I can't help you if you won't explain what's wrong."
"Twins are what is wrong!" Fëanáro shouted, throwing his hands up. "Twins!"
Maitimo worried his lip. Obviously something was troubling his Atto, causing him to act strangely. Luckily, at that moment Macalaur
NOT a petThey returned to Doriath: Beren, Lúthien, and him. After some explaining to Thingol (not his business, luckily), they were treated like heroes. A lot of food that he didn't have to chase himself, a soft place to sleep... Huan would be content with his life here, if not for...NOT a pet5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Doggie! Doggie! Play with doggie!"
He sighed. Really, how many of them could Doriath have? To Huan, they seemed to be everywhere. And what was that? A chewing toy?
"I AM NOT A PET!"
Oh drat... That was the third time. Maybe I can bark in morse code?
Into DarknessHe knew he had died before he was dead, which was quite a strange notion. He had seen the horrified looks on his sons' faces, had felt his strength leave him. He had known the exact moment when his heart stopped beating and when his body crumbled into ash, to be blown about by the wind.Into Darkness4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
And he had known the exact moment when he understood that Morgoth would never be defeated by the Noldor. The curse that had escaped from his lips was filled with all the hatred and anger from the depths of his heart.
And then he was gone.
Curufinwë Fëanáro stood on a raised platform, surveying the long line of dead Souls. The line was straight, leading directly into large chamber. That was, he knew, where Mandos resided. That was where they were all going.
And that was where he was not going to go.
He would not go there for the Vala to tell him of his mistakes. He will not go there to receive punishment for the deeds he had committed. He would not go there to be told that he was wrong, an
Sonnet- Maedhros to Fingon(Warning for mild slash)Sonnet- Maedhros to Fingon3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I met you as a child with plaited hair,
And wildness that I soon grew to adore.
Your ringing laughter echoed through the air
In joyous days when we did not know war.
Just when we felt our future was assured,
I lost you when our haven turned to black.
Through fire, ice, and shackles love endured-
You cut me out of hell and brought me back.
Since broken on the battlefield you lie,
What of my soul remains is now consumed
By guilt, for though I left you there to die,
My heart with yours will ever be entombed.
Without you, dearest cousin, lover, friend,
I may live on, but I will never mend.
Halbarad's FarewellThe gathering gloom, the feel of doomHalbarad's Farewell5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
This is an evil door
Darkness ahead, the journey's end
Is not far anymore
The threshold dark from a cold stone,
And my death lies beyond
But I follow, for you must go,
And faith is a strong bond
For noble past I've ridden south
After the sun of noon,
But for the future I will go
Into the sunless gloom
Behind that door no turning back,
And yet I'll cross this line
Towards the burning, bloody field
And hope that is not mine
Be well, my love, kiss our son
For me and for my king
Into your arms I won't return,
But don't let your heart sink
Do not mourn for me, cousin mine,
When my life's blood will flow
I only regret I won't see
The crown upon your brow
MaglorI looked sadly to Maedhros, silently pleading with him one final time to repent the oath, but there was a fire in his eyes, and I knew he would not be swayed. He took no notice to my glance, or perhaps he just did not wish to. I felt an unnatural fear in my heart as we continued to walk silently to Eönwë's camp.Maglor4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Silmaril a word that in the past had brought such fire and longing to my heart now created nothing but emptiness.
The silmarils could not be worth the act we were soon to commit, nor any that we had before committed. The very thought of my quest for those holy relics now only filled my heart with shame and weariness .
Oh how I wished to return home to my beloved! But alas, she was far too kind and good to still love an ellon such as I. I would never be loved again, and now had nothing to live for. I now only regret our marriage, not because I have stopped loving her, which I shall never do, but because she is bound to a kin slayer and oath-taker for all ete
The AvariBorn of the Quendi, were they,The Avari8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The result of their races First Sunder.
Chose, they did, to remain in the land of their birth,
When for the West, the others did hunger.
No desire have we for Treelight, said they.
The stars are all we need.
And so when the other Kindred set forth,
The summons of the Powers they did not heed.
No, was their reply to the Emissaries,
The land of our birth we will not forsake.
So remain behind they did, when the others crossed the Sea;
By the waters where their kind did awake.
New names were given to the sundered group-
The Firstborn of which this song is telling.
For while those who set forth became The People of the Stars,
Those who remained behind were called The Unwilling.
A tribal people were they, with neither cities nor kings,
Of them few tales and no fame;
But first were they to greet the Secondborn,
And their teachers they became.
A Letter to AmarieNargothrond, FA 465A Letter to Amarie4 years ago in Romance More Like This
My dearest Amarië!
I do not know if I still have the right to call you that - not "dearest", for you will ever remain the dearest one in this world to me, but "my"...
I still remember your face when we parted. That memory will be forever carved deeply into my mind. The pain in your eyes haunted me across the cruel ice of Helcaraxë, freezing my heart more than the wailing wind.
You did not weep. You knew I wouldn't be able to look at your tears. You knew I had to leave, and didn't want to make it harder to me. But the unshed tears fell like heavy stones into my soul.
You let me go.
I had to.
The new lands called to me with a voice of freedom and adventure. I could not stay behind. Both restlessness and responsibility to my people drew me forwards, into exile.
I don't regret my decision. It made me who I am now. Through hardship, I found purpose. I knew joy and pain, the thrill of battle, the headiness of vi
Maedhros: Son of FireHe was the fireMaedhros: Son of Fire4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Wine until bottom
And pain of fame
He was my father
His anger like flood
We sealed our Oath
In fire and blood
The flame extinguished
By Oath we're still bound
Through tears and pain
No rest to be found
The blood on my hands
And my hand in chains
What was it for
When nothing remains?
The Light we sought, burns
So close, yet so far
We are not worthy
To touch a star
Burning flame, take me
And clean the stain
Take the cursed Jewel
And end my pain!
In fire it started
In fire it ends
Just like my father
The fire in my veins
Kings and Queens of Numenor KINGS AND QUEENS OF NUMENORKings and Queens of Numenor7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
THE EARLY DAYS
Dragon Age: The Heart Changes the Man (One-Shot)Dragon Age: The Heart Changes the Man (One-Shot)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Title: The Heart Changes the Man
Game: Dragon Age: Origins
Summary: After spending the night with Sylvanas, Zevran is forced to think about the mistakes he's made and eventually comes to a decision regarding the way he feels about her.
Characters: Zevran Arainai; Sylvanas Mahariel; Leliana; Alistair; brief appearance by Shriek!Tamlen
Disclaimer: Dragon Age characters and concepts ©BioWare. Sylvanas is mine.
Content Warning: Spoilers for Zevran's past; mild game spoilers; some sexual references
The Heart Changes the Man
Zevran let out a satisfied groan and pulled Sylvanas' body closer to his own, delighting in the feel of her skin against his as he tangled his fingers in her long, loose curls. He shivered a bit at the sensation of her delicate, slightly calloused hands tentatively running over his
You've changed, brotherPanting, Maglor looked at the ruins that surrounded them. It was all for nothing. Three more of his brothers were now dead, and his other two brothers were staring around despondently. The Silmaril, the entire purpose for their attack, was gone. All they had to show for their efforts was more death.You've changed, brother3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Suddenly, his attention was caught by two of his brother's servants, who were standing around in the ruins near him. He wasn't sure what had initially drawn him to look at them, but now that he did, he noticed something curious about them. In light of all the ruin that had gone on today, why would they be gathered there smirking? As he saw them about to leave, he moved in their direction and blocked their exit.
"Stop!" from the corner of his eye, he could see Amrod stand up from where he had been kneeling over Celegorm's body, his hand slowly drifting towards his sword. Had it really come to this? "I fail to see any reason why, in light of the death of your Lord and two of his brothers, you
Of Names and DecisionsFair child without sorrowOf Names and Decisions3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Is your life hollow,
Dreams are just small seeds
Adventures, great deeds
Ripen long since…
A burning fire
That’s your desire:
Onwards without wince
In the light of Two Trees
Noon of Valinor's bliss
Over the wide sea, though
Lie the lands you don't know
Distant and wild
Oh, eager child...
Faithful and steady
Is you oath ready,
Reaping the visions
Of your decisions
Darkness will sink
For the oath spoken
A new hope is born
Grief of those who mourn
Up to sky flew
New day is coming
Dawning in blue
Like Moth to a FlameMelkor beholds the eldest son of Finwë in the white city of Tirion. He sees him approachhead held high, intricate robes billowing, hair braided with weaving gold and red. He sees him pass and feels the resonating power, the elegance and the confidence, and the wrath. He sees him leave, and hides a vicious smile seen by none.Like Moth to a Flame4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Melkor beholds the greatest creations of Curufinwë Fëanáro at a great feast before the Valar. He sees their dazzling, shining light of the Two Trees, and their perfect, rounded shape. He sees the dreams of the Valar and the hopes of the Elves, and the accursed Music of Eru resounds in his ears. But more than that, his eyes are drawn to that fair face with its fiery eyes and that zealous, prideful soul.
Melkor beholds the burning spirit of Fëanor as he watches him work in his forge. He sees the unquenchable pride and voracious determination, and the will and ability to succeed magnificently. He sees the burning wrath and the cold cruel
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
Elven CitiesFOUNDED DURING THE AGES OF STARLIGHTElven Cities7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Alqualonde Haven of Swans
Avallónë Haven near Valinor
Eglarest Elf Shore
Formenos Fortress of the North
THE 1st AGE OF THE SUN
Bared Eithel Tower Well
Barad Nimras White Horn Tower
Dwarven Realms THE SEVEN DWARVEN CLANSDwarven Realms8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Clan Mountains where lived
Durin's Folk/Longbeards Hithaeglir/ Misty Mountains
Broadbeams Ered Luin/ Blue Mountains
LossTurgonLoss4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
My brother is gone.
The deafening clashes and shrieks of battle dim and blur together in my ears as I stand, rooted, in the frenzy, staring at the swirling clouds of flame and dust where his banner fell. Through the haze of my sorrow, it hits me like a kick to the stomach that with his passing, and no heir to his line, I have in the space of a few seconds become the High King of our people. I am the last of Nolofinwë's children, and I am alone, as is my beloved Gondolin; and we both will be discovered and destroyed as surely as will all the realms of the Eldar in Middle Earth.
I am pulled from my stupor by the captains of Men, and must abandon my fatalistic thoughts for action, though the overwhelming grief for my father's house refuses to loosen its clutches so easily. I fight on because I can do nothing else, and my eyes sting, though from dust or tears I do not know.
As I order a full retreat, my voice breaks and I curse the F
Theology is DangerousThe House of Finarfin was never peaceful. If it wasn't a debate over drinking (and Finwe was still scared to come over, since Earwen had threatened him), then it was religion. Let it be known, that Resto shared very few of his views with his mother, and neither of them were shy to express these views. Matters had recently exploded over the book, Valar Be Praised. Being of the younger generation, and having become fed up with the Valar sometime between Feanor being exiled to Formenos, and his own death in Middle-Earth, Resto was not about to back down.Theology is Dangerous4 years ago in Drama More Like This
"I have already read that book, Mother, and I disagreed with it."
Glaring at him, Earwen spoke in a frosty tone, "You should read it again, it would seem that your stay in Mandos' Halls wasn't enough to educate you."
In a polite voice, that was taught with tension, Resto replied, "Oh, I read it after that. I merely disagree that we should look at the Valar as if they were the solution to every problem. They're as prone to failures
Gilraen's LullabySleep, my sonGilraen's Lullaby5 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