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
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
Veleth Reniar aen -Sindarin-Veleth Reniar aen -Sindarin-4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
2011 ©Charissa Klassen
Language: Sindarin (J.R.R. Tolkien)
(translation is below)
Nan Veleth feir Ia Reniar aen.
Ethuil hen i-hant bain pêl naer
Nu 'elais vraig gala dagi lyth pain
Mas minlu lyth a gelaidh edlothiant.
Dint pîn miriant dolthad ned glae voe
A duilin laew edona líreg ned gylf dynd
An chír pân avar miriad a linnad.
Mas i-hantien fael ia melant hant hen?
I-eleth mistant or rîw a rhîw dartha.
Mas glennant han lam velui liria voe
'lass dothol ned aur nuin duilin laew.
Si u-ben renia hant hen ah i-eleth?
Tiro! En renion vae, eleth velui hen.
Edhellim bain gwant círa ath aearon,
Nae! avar melad amar firol hen?
"Novaer naer hen pedin be lu toll
An illaid prestar aen, naeth a glass."
I-eleth galen pent anim po aur han
"Ui-renio i-ven amar bronannen ammen,
An uim awartha i-amar hen an uir.
Alle Perian vuin ui annathon rîn nîn.
U-bân naeth arfael a 'novaer' vethed."
An aearon ned gwaith în radant
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!
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
80 things learned from TolkienPretty, shiny things are hazardous to your health.80 things learned from Tolkien6 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
The Dangers of DrinkingThe first time Eärwen got really drunk was a few nights after her marriage. She and Arafinwë were having a quiet time, watching The Trees and sharing stories, kisses and wine. Time flew by, Telperion almost reached his waning, and they were lost in their own world. She was quite drunk, and for years she'd been dreaming of being a mother; he was completely naïve in the matter of raising children, being the youngest son of Finwë. In the morning she woke with a severe headache and no recollection whatsoever of the end of the previous night. A year later, however, Artafindë Ingoldo was born.The Dangers of Drinking4 years ago in Humor More Like This
Findaráto, as he was usually called, was a charming child. Hair as golden as his father's and big blue eyes like his mother's, he made many a head turn around and gape at him admiringly while he passed by. There had never been a problem with him, though. Of course, he did some mischief from time to time, especially when his cousins were around, but he was never mean, and a
The Passing of ArwenThe water rippled silverThe Passing of Arwen5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The trees all shone with gold.
White elanor was blooming
In Lothlórien of old.
Elvish voices laughing
Silver music in the air.
But I hear now only silence
In Lothlórien the fair.
The mallorn leaves have fallen
Where once the flowers grew.
Time has touched the forest
Gone Lothlórien I knew.
Tear-stained face and empty fingers
As cold as stars above.
Memories, only memories
In Lothlórien, I loved.
No singing; naught but echoes
In the groves where phantoms tread.
Like the trees, the Elfstone faded
My Lothlórien is dead.
But they say beyond this world
Grief and darkness, light dispels.
With the spring, I pass forever
The House of FeanorFEANORThe House of Feanor7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Name in Quenya Feanaro Curufinwe Finwion
Meaning Spirit of Fire, Skillful Finwe, Son of Finwe
Name in Sindarin Feanor
Position Prince of the Noldor
Lord of Formenos
2nd High King of the Noldor
Famed for Greatest craftsman, speaker
Numenorean NamesName MeaningNumenorean Names7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Adunakhor Lord of the West
Aldarion Of the trees
Amandil Devoted to Aman
SunshineHis eyes were blank as he waved his hand lazily through the visible radiance of sunshine that cascaded through the thick trees above, dappling the clearing that he didn't dare enter. The light refracted through his hand, bending oddly, as if it were passing through water rather than flesh. Not that his flesh could truly be called flesh anymore.Sunshine4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Macalaurë sighed and looked down at the shining green grass. His silver gaze could detect no sign of a foreign, solid object obstructing the path of the light that was being thrown to the ground, lighting up the world around him in a way that appeared striking compared to the gray of everything else around him. Even his pale shadow of a hand seemed brighter beneath the sunlight.
Even the sunshine can no longer see me. This fact should have bothered him, should have brought him some sort of despair, but the elf didn't even twitch. In fact, he was almost relieved
Elven BladesAeglos/Aiglos Snow Point, IcicleElven Blades7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Anduril Flame of the West
Aranruth Kings Ire
Anglachel Iron of Flame
Angrist Iron Cleaver
Anguirel Iron of Heat
Glamdring Foe Hammer
Gurthang Iron of Death
Hadhafang Throng Cleaver
Narsil Light of Sun, Light of Moon
Why do we love LOTR?Why do we love LOTR?4 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Why Do We Love the Lord of the Rings?
Have you ever been rambling on about Frodo and Sam's amazing friendship, or Gandalf's awesome sword-fighting moves, or Aragorn's strong need of shampoo to a non-LOTR friend or relative and suddenly been asked 'For crying out LOUD! What is so great about that story anyway???' and you stop. And think about it. And a rush of words and reasons come flooding into your head all at once and you can't make head or tail out of any, so you end up saying something dumb like, 'I dunno' when really you do know, but it's a feeling you just can't explain. Maybe even a stirring of your heart, that makes you long for the goodness and purity of Middle Earth, the honour and justice, the mercy and truth, the self-sacrifice and faith, perserverance in the midst of tragedy, and, perhaps most of all, good fighting against evil, and winning.
As C.S.Lewis once said; ' If we find ourselves with a desire that nothing in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation i
BathingIn the quiet forests of Doriath, the sunlight was falling dappled through the leaves high above. The birds were singing, the branches were rustling, small animals were hopping happily through the undergrowth. A slight breeze whispered through the trees, and a small brook murmured nearby. All in all, perfect day in the forest.Bathing4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Galadriel, however, was unable to enjoy it.
"I feel disgusting," she complained, pulling sharply on her reins to steer her horse around a small bush. "Do you people never wash?"
Her Sindar guides looked offended, but were unsure how to respond. She was a high lady of the Noldor, after all. As usual when in need of guidance, they turned to their lord.
Celeborn sighed quietly and gave Galadriel a mild smile. "We will be in Menegroth very soon, my lady. Be assured that King Thingol's halls have very beautiful baths."
A frown marred the loveliness of Galadriel's face. "We will be in Menegroth in two days. I feel disgusting now." She huffed out a breath and pulled her
Female Numenorean NamesName MeaningFemale Numenorean Names7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Almiel Daughter of good fortune
Ancalime Most bright
Inzilbeth Speaking flower
Irilde Sparkling Brilliance
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...4 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
Dwarven Realms IICITIESDwarven Realms II7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Aglarond Place of Glory
Amon Rudh Bald Hill
Bar-en-Nibin-noeg House of the Petty Dwarves
Belegost Mighty Fortress
Dwarrowdelf Delving of the Dwarves
Erebor Lonely Mountain
Gabilgathol Mighty For
Did He Not Come HereFëanor asks it of all of them. Each new soul to walk within the Halls of Mandos is sought out and given his questions. He is brilliant and he is driven, and not knowing is a thing he cannot bear.Did He Not Come Here2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Even those who've had no cause to wish him well answer when they see the look in his eyes, the need to know the answer to his questions.
"Where is Macalaurë, also called Maglor? How fares my son?"
Always, they do not know. And always, always, they look to Maedhros as they ask, "Did he not come here with you?"
Sindarin and Quenya Naming ElementsName ElementsSindarin and Quenya Naming Elements4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
aelin 'lake, pool'
aglar 'glory, brilliance' (Quen.alkar)
alda 'tree' (Sind. galadh)
alqua 'swan' (Sind. alph)
ar(a) 'high, noble, royal'
aráto 'champion, eminent man'
brethil 'silver birch'
caran 'red' (Quen. carnë)
ëar 'sea' (Sind. gaer)
el, elen 'star'
Celeborn and Galadriel: 1. IntroductionThe first time you see him, he is gracefully moving so as not to bump into you. He doesn't stop to acknowledge you as courtesy requires, but you can see he's in a hurry. Later you learn that he has just come back from patrolling the forests, bearing urgent news to Elu Thingol's ears alone. You also learn he is dividing his time mostly between counseling Thingol and captain duties.Celeborn and Galadriel: 1. Introduction3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
When you're finally introduced he is clean, his bright silver hair straight and unbraided and his eyes have a depth of wisdom to them, even though he is relatively young. "I apologize, Lady, for so rudely ignoring you," he says politely; you smile and nod your acceptance. He walks away.
You see her in the library one morning, gazing into the room, eyes unseeing. Anor has caught her hair, making it even more brilliant then it seemed in the torch-lit hall. You keep watching her for a time, till you realize the line you thought was the shadow of a tree is a tears' stain. Silently you disappear, guessing (rig
Tangled Family TreeI met a lovely maiden on the streetTangled Family Tree3 years ago in Humor More Like This
We got engaged quite soon and then we talked
Bout kin and friends, and then we came to see:
Turns out her mum's my long lost distant aunt.
Her father was a lord of wisdom rare
And that reminded me of my own kin
It's funny when you think about your gran,
And realize she's your new father's niece.
My brother was a mortal man of old
He founded line of Kings that prospered long
One heir took liking for my daughter sweet
My nephew now is my son-in-law instead.