J. R. R. TolkienJust see who enters
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!
Music of AinurCreate and sing!Music of Ainur2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Your mind has wings from Music wrought
In an eye's blink to being brought in Timeless Hall
What you can think to the last dot, that I will call to make a world
The horse's trott, the fir-trees tall, the heat and cold
The creatures small, and big and bold
The Ride of OromeThe stars were young upon the heaven’s domeThe Ride of Orome2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and darkness dwelt under the shade of trees
and in the darkness evil creatures roamed,
when a horn sounded clear and pure in breeze.
Like thunder rode there Béma on his steed
and Nahar's mane shone bright with silver light:
glistening dream, the music of his feet,
before them fled the creatures of the night.
Now hoofbeats silenced, Béma rides no more
in Middle-earth under the rays of Sun,
but Nahar's children still stay on this shore
and on the grass of Rohan freely run.
The lords of horses, Mearas free and strong,
the steeds of kings that came out of a song.
GondorGlory of past, memoriesGondor2 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
Caves of the ForgottenNow sing the song of dreamers under stoneCaves of the Forgotten2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In Caves of Damned forever they will sleep
And wander ever in their dreams alone
Now sing the song of dreamers under stone
In place forgotten where Sun never shone
There Ar-Pharazôn landed with his fleet
Now sing the song of dreamers under stone
In Caves of Damned forever they will sleep
Maedhros: Son of FireHe was the fireMaedhros: Son of Fire2 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
Of Names and DecisionsFair child without sorrowOf Names and Decisions2 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
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
Droplets of MemoryThe rain is far too loud and far too beautiful -Droplets of Memory2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I shall not find the time to sleep tonight.
Lying awake and lying listless;
my mind drifts to places old and new.
The days early:
The things that we used to do.
The days now:
The bridge in need of repair.
And the days to come:
For which I can only imagine the worst.
Hell may await me, if
the days before meant nothing to you.
Yet as the rain batters my window and my mind...
It is best now only to think of the memories -
which were best.
Shades of RedCrimson to burgundy:Shades of Red2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
at your dried blood I stare.
I see dismal beauty.
Tickled by April air,
and your writ will that casts
Cursive vines in despair.
A year quickly flies past,
I drink on, verily;
I've yet to taste my last.
Flame to mahogany:
In my tub's my red slaw.
Still here. Next: good brandy.
Last night again I saw,
you shot again by wild,
she drags your smell by paw.
You had fathered her child,
leaving me with the wild.
Thoughts...They wondered about him, he knew that. They couldn't understand why such a smart man, a genius some of them called him, would be that alone, but still be happy about it. And they didn't know that he really wasn't happy, that it was all an act that he put on, his last and greatest performance.Thoughts...2 years ago in Drama More Like This
He had lost everybody now, there was nobody left that he could hold on to, that he could watch. Elrond's sons had finally sailed with their grandfather earlier in the day, and he was now all alone. Of course, they had never known he was watching them, that they were all he had that kept him from completely losing himself in his thoughts, his thoughts that just wouldn't shut up, and that kept replaying in his mind, tormenting him with everything that he had ever done or said that had caused others to disapprove of him, but really what else was there for him to hold onto? All the happy memories in the world couldn't keep his thoughts away. His singing was the only thing that did that, but when he sa
Eagles of ManweFrom the thought of Manwë and from the free skyEagles of Manwe2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Song of soaring heavenly space far and high
Eagles were born, majestic wings and free cry
Star shining brightly
Nests in clouds and all-seeing eyes that can pierce
Shrouds of shadow, attack it with talons fierce
Eagles’ song sounds, knowing no darkness and fears
World is reshaped, cry of the eagles still sounds
Mountaintops white - Gwaihir Windlord there soars
Did not forget Manwë the sorrows and tears
J'AI VU - I SAW (haiku)J'AI VU - I SAW (haiku)2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
(english translation below)
J'ai vu dans la brume
La tombe de nos regrets
S'effacer du monde
I saw in the mist
The tomb of our regrets
Disappear from the world
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
LossTurgonLoss2 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
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 Things2 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
Sand and MusicSand and MusicSand and Music2 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.&
Hobbit limerickThere was once a director of the HobbitHobbit limerick1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
when filming LotR, he used to quite crop it.
The profit is free,
so let's make movies three:
that was the way he now saw it.
Little PrinceWait for a time, exactly under the star. Then, if a little man appears who laughs, who has golden hair and who refuses to answer questions, you will know who he is. If this should happen, please comfort me. Send me word that he has come back.Little Prince2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I met a boy. He wanted a sheep.
He gave me the gift of laughing stars.
I promised him I will not weep:
that secret will stay forever ours...
I met a boy. He owned a rose.
She's on his planet - very far.
I watch it every night - he knows...
And so, if you by chance are close
to the place where his footprints are -
Wait for a time, exactly under the star.
Then, if a little man appears who laughs,
who has golden hair
and who refuses to answer questions,
you will know who he is.
Then he will teach you how to see -
with your heart and not with you eyes,
how moody some flowers can be,
and how you should establish ties.
So prepare to be a little tamed,
just like it happened once to me.
And if you cry - he can't be blamed:
that's what comes
Death of Cu ChulainnStill your hand holds a swordDeath of Cu Chulainn2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Still enemies shiver
Still death didn't take hold
Your blood is a river
Still in your veins it flows
And burns like a fever
But now your brave heart slows
Though standing you remain
Like avaiting more blows
So a hero is slain
Belt keeps you on your feet
Tied to stone with blood-stain
Soon you'll your father meet
After a raven lands
And your heart stops to beat
Though saying farewell to mortal lands
True warrior does not bow, but stands
That Summer in RivendellWarm sunlight streamed downThat Summer in Rivendell2 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