Broken BondBroken BondBroken Bond3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The night in Aman is deathly still as I am shocked from my sleep by a horrible sensation- a feeling of loss and grief so acute it manifests as a searing physical pain in the core of my body. I am used to waking alone, for I have done so for centuries, but in my strange agony I panic and clutch the sheets as if I expect someone to be there.
As I writhe in anguished confusion in my bed, a memory comes unbidden to my mind.
Not long after we were left alone, I visited my half-sister in law, though I was unsure what words could or should pass between us. We sat at tea in long silence, when suddenly, her eyes went wide and she let out a wretched wail. The cup shattered in her hand and it began to bleed, but when I asked her why she cried, she whispered that she had felt her very heart tear itself from her breast.
Only days later, word came to us from the Valar that Fëanáro was dead.
As my pain resolves itse
80 things learned from TolkienPretty, shiny things are hazardous to your health.80 things learned from Tolkien5 years ago in Humor More Like This
This is because the Law of Attraction is multiplied 100x once you look at them
Hobbits state the overly obvious
Chocolate is nonexistent in Middle-Earth.
Arwen stole Glorfindel's horse.
Beer and Tobacco seem to have a beneficial effect on hobbits
Never make fires in questionable caves
Kick a troll, and your foot will break
Elvish accents are low and whispery
Never sleep in a boat if your Dad is a Pyromaniac
Don't give twins the exact same name
Imitating voices can come in handy
Running at your brother with a sword and shouting at him in old-fashioned language will get you a big time-out
Really, really big dogs are very useful
Being good at riddles can save your life
Giant spiders freak out elves big-time
Elrond should have pushed Isildur into the crack of doom
Sauron once got pwned by a girl
If you insult any of Tùrin's female relatives, you will find yourself impaled on a rock at the bottom of a raging river.
Speaking of w
Maedhros has a what?"My Lords," was accompanied with a respectful bow. "Three children were found in one of the guards' encampments early this month. Lord Celeborn has identified two of the elves as the sons of Earendil, however the third refuses to give his parentage. Shall I have them escorted to you study, Sire?"Maedhros has a what?3 years ago in Humor More Like This
"Yes, that will be well, Athrad," after Athrad left the room, Gil-galad looked at Celebrimbor. "Do you have any idea who this mysterious third child could be, Telpe? The other two were raised by your Uncle."
"I wish I could tell you, however, no whispers have reached my ears of any other child either of my Uncles would have taken in, nor do I know any reason why they would," was the puzzled reply.
"Well, I suppose we will just have to wait. See if you can spy them out the window, cousin, and gather any clue. They should be coming this way shortly."
"Very well then, I see you still have not grown out of your mischievous stage," came the stinging reply, though lessened by the grin on Celebrimbor
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.&
002: LoveFandom: The Silmarillion002: Love1 year ago in Romance More Like This
Timeline: Mid-Second Age.
Love isn't always poetry and grand gestures. Sometimes it's just little moments spent doing normal things together.
Elrond sighed contentedly and pressed closer to Ereinion, allowing his eyes to slip closed as he felt the heat from the High King's body combine with his own, aiding the fire in protecting them from the biting cold of the snow falling outside. Elrond opened his eyes and watched the white flakes for a few seconds before his gaze was drawn towards the roaring fire. His eyes drifted up towards his lover's face and he took in the way the orange glow played across Ereinion's high cheekbones, casting shadows from his eyelashes and enhancing his handsome features beautifully. Ereinion's eyes were closed in contentment and his muscled chest rose and fell as he breathed deeply.
The younger elf propped himself up on his left elbow and gazed down at the King. As he watched, the corners of Ereinion's
Maedhros: Son of FireHe was the fireMaedhros: Son of Fire3 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
LossTurgonLoss3 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
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.
The Parentage of Gil-galadThe Parentage of Gil-galadThe Parentage of Gil-galad3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Warnings: Complete and utter crack. Rather OOC Maedhros, dense teenage Gil-galad, mentions of slash and mpreg (neither of which are taken seriously at all). Basically just complete silliness. Apologies for bad Star Wars reference.
Initially, the news that one of the sons of Fëanor was riding into the refugee settlement at the Mouths of Sirion caused something of a panic. Every few minutes, one of the terrified Falathrim or Sindar would come bursting through the door of Círdan the Shipwright, crying, "They have come for the Silmarils! We're all going to die!" and continuing to babble in that vein until Círdan calmly pointed out that it was highly unlikely, considering that no one there had any Silmarils in the first place. This continued for a good hour, until a messenger bearing the Fëanorian star arrived at the aforementioned door with a rather strange m
AtarIn later days, when Maglor lingered on the sea shore by himself, as the winter winds nipped at his fingers and made it even harder for him to play than it normally was, and thoughts entered his mind about hating winter, he would sometimes remember winters in the past. Before his brothers and father died, before the kinslayings, before the Silmarils had even been forged, and for a brief moment, the years would melt away and he would feel warm again. On those days, he did not remember the look on his brothers’ faces as they died, or the way his father had turned to ashes before their eyes. Instead, he remembered how when they were children they had believed in such silly stories as Atar Hrive and how indulgent his parents had been of their behavior on those days. It couldn’t have been easy, even after Maedhros and he had grown old enough to know better, and had started to help their father lay out the gifts that night, there had still been five of them to listen to.Atar3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
NamarieNamárië to the skies of blueNamarie8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And the soft lush grass of green
Namárië to the rivers clear
And the days where air is clean
Gone is the time where we shall gaze
Upon a merry sight
For the fair folk who cared for this land
Are leaving in the night
‘I Aear cân ven na mar.’ they say
as tears roll down my face
The world is growing cold and dark
Without their care and grace
They journey to a brighter world
Where flowers never die
When the elves leave from this nurtured land
The howling winds shall cry
I wish I could go too with them
And see their haven realm
For never would I have to bear
A long bow, sword or helm
And never again would I dream
Of where I’d rather be
For all that I could ever want
Lay there across the sea
Too late I see what we have done
To our so-called cherished home
The destruction lies before our eyes
Yet few can see it’s come
Namárië to the skies of blue
And the soft lush grass of green
Namárië to the rivers clear
And the days where air is clean
The NoldorMighty are the Second Kindred,The Noldor7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Strong and brave and fair;
Fierce they are and proud,
Tall and dark of hair;
Filled with passion and iron of will,
A two edged sword this can be.
Never do they turn aside from their propose,
From no enemy do they flee.
Ache their hands do to craft and create,
Beloved of the Smith are they.
Burn their minds do for knowledge,
But into folly they sometimes stray.
Lovers of hills and open lands,
The Watchtower their first home.
Many other glorious kingdoms did they build,
Seven High Kings they have known.
The Ballad of Feanor[DAERON]The Ballad of Feanor3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Attend the tale of Fëanor.
His deeds, no Elda had done before.
He forged three jewels that held the light,
But guarded them jealously into the night.
He swore an oath no other swore,
The Demon Prince of Formenos.
He caused his family naught but strife.
Estranged his brothers and left his wife.
He led his people from paradise.
The Doom of the Noldor- their terrible price.
But much more
The Demon Prince of Formenos.
Swing your sword up high, Fëa!
Get what you pursue!
Freely flows the blood of those who hinder you.
He took the ships from their crews at night,
And slew them all when they tried to fight.
He sailed away while his brother stayed
Then burned all the vessels and left him, betrayed.
The flames that rose upon the shore,
The Demon Prince of Formenos.
Banished into disgrace he was,
Genius fallen from grace, he was.
Lash of the tongue, point of the blade-
No one was safe from the Noldor's crusade.
Dimples“Now, you must know that I am right.”Dimples2 years ago in Humor More Like This
“Must I, Nelyo?”
Anairë looked up from her book as she heard voices drifting over the hillside. She was not quite sure who was coming. Atar and Amil had probably mentioned some important visitor coming this way from Tirion, since Atar always knew who was coming to visit Ingwë, but they were always ever so boring. Talk of jewels and children, and a lack of intelligent discussion without insults. And these two boys sounded like nothing more than the typical children from everywhere. Really, they were always around her age, but acted like they were no more than two.
While she had been fuming at the interruption to her reading, the boys had crossed over the hill. One of them was red haired, laughing merrily as he motioned his horse to race ahead of the other elf. The other made to race after him, but then spotted her. She groaned as he approached.
“Hello,” he said, dimples showing as he smiled.
Camels and TiarasWARNING: UTTER CRACK, PANTLESS MEN, AND ELROND TALKINGCamels and Tiaras3 years ago in Humor More Like This
"Ereinion! We have a huge problem!" Elrond had just burst open the door to the council room, and Gil-galad was a little shocked. Not by Elrond claiming that there was problems (he was a bit of a drama queen, and every week, there was some new problem that absolutely, positively, would result in the end of the world according to Elrond) but because he had thought that Elrond had managed to escape the insanity present in Feanor's line. Since Elrond was not a blood descendant, it shouldn't have been present, but still, Elrond had been raised by Maglor and Maedhros. When he thought about that amount of time it had taken to convince Elrond that it was not appropriate to wear the Star of Feanor on all his clothes, and that yes, the Star was the reason all the Sindar were giving him dirty looks, and that no, it wasn't entirely unreasonable for them to hate his foster parents, and what do you mean that Dior was an idiot Elrond, he was your
Noldorin Agony[CELEGORM]Noldorin Agony3 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
ECHO.Peace be with those that eat the sour foreign fruit that they left us and,ECHO.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Smooth away the crumbs of self hate upon our lips,
Spurn the dragon and his burning aged comfort,
For happiness is always regretted payment so,
Raise our weeping souls on wings of Golden eagle,
and tongue of ice bound depths sojourn,
for you are forever salmonberry blooded,
for you are diamond myth brought to life,
for you are sod book of ancient wealth,
for you are guardian of future precious self,
Create enough to cause silvered ripple,
to cause lasting effect,
to ECHO in the lichen.
O/K: Singing GirlMany, many years ago, on an afternoon so distant, so obscured by the mists of time that it almost seemed unreal, a small, timid elven boy with large, see-through ears and green eyes, opened wide in constant fear and bewilderment, had raised his hand in class, fingers trembling, and asked, in a hoarse voice because the stiff collar of his uniform was pressing into his neck,O/K: Singing Girl1 year ago in Drama More Like This
'But... Doesn't it hurt... when people are tortured?'
His faltering, barely audible question had had the effect of a powerful muffling spell. The other children had frozen, statue-like, behind their desks, not daring as much as to breathe too loudly, eyes fixed on their hands, their inkwells, the pointed tips of their government-issued boots - anywhere but on their insolent studymate...
And the mentor had lowered the book he had been reading aloud from - a truly great book, a priceless book, filled with the infinite wisdom of the Dominion's rulers - and walked over to the boy's seat, and clasped his angular li
Luthien TinuvielDark as midnight was her hair,Luthien Tinuviel3 years ago in Romance More Like This
And her eyes were sapphires bright.
Her voice was like the song of birds
As she danced with feet so light.
This was Luthien, Thingol's daughter,
For she danced with elven grace,
While in the shadows watched Beren,
An man of mortal race.
Luthien saw him watching her,
So she cast a spell and fled.
And there Beren, a statue, stood,
Though he was not dead.
Eventually, the trance wore off,
And Beren found her once more.
He called out the name "Tinuviel,"
And Luthien fled no more.
She loved him from that moment on,
But this was not Thingol's will,
And he would not let Beren marry her
'Till he brought him a Silmaril.
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