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
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
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
Tolkien's ElvesTolkien's ElvesTolkien's Elves9 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
When dealing with such complex works as The Lord of the Rings and its affiliated books, written by J.R.R. Tolkien and in some cases edited by his son Christopher, one becomes saturated by the vast variety of characters and races represented. However, one must keep in mind that all the races can be broken down further than a general classification. An excellent example of this is Elves, the Eldar, Firstborn Children of Iluvatar.
Although all Elves are indeed the Firstborn Children, they can first be divided into two classes: the Calaquendi, the Elves of Light, the High-elves, those Elves who heeded the westward summons and dwelt in Valinor, land of the Gods, during the time of the Two Trees; and the Moriquendi, Elves of the Darkness, who remained in Middle Earth and never saw the Light that was before the Moon and Sun, for they were the lovers of stars and the twilight.
The Calaquendi contained three groups of Elves: the Vanyar, the Noldor, and the
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!
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 Here3 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?"
Numenorean NamesName MeaningNumenorean Names7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Adunakhor Lord of the West
Aldarion Of the trees
Amandil Devoted to Aman
Tangled Family TreeI met a lovely maiden on the streetTangled Family Tree4 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.
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
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
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'
Valar HaikusManwëValar Haikus9 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Master of the Winds
Kind and fair, in marble halls
Watching over all.
Brighter than the sun
Radiant with Eru's Light
She kindles the stars.
Far beneath the waves
In a hall of coral wrought
He resides alone.
Giver of all fruit
Queen of flower, leaf and seed
Spreading life with song.
Skilled in every craft
None can equal his prowess
In all that he makes.
Ever mourning for the scars
Which tarnish the world.
On a gold-shod stallion
Tracking evil down.
'Rest' is her name and her gift
She will soothe your soul.
Cold, impartial Judge
Guardian of departed souls
In the West of West.
Preserver of Time
Weaving storied tapestries
Of all the world knows.
In his garden realm
Irmo spins a flock of dreams
Carefree maiden queen
Birds and blossoms her delight
Broken Replicas“I am tired,” Orodreth said, turning from his brothers to look out the window.Broken Replicas3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Finrod looked up from the chess board that he was currently staring at (and that Angrod was glaring at, angry to be losing once again) to smile at his brother. “You should go to sleep, if you are that tired. It has been a long day, and we have another long day ahead of us.”
Orodreth paused, before turning around to stare at Finrod. “Not like that. I am tired of all the expectations, Finrod. Not that you would know what that was like, being Amil’s darling little perfect boy, the one who took after his father and acts nothing like the rest of his family.”
Angrod and Aegnor exchanged worried glances, as Finrod’s smile momentarily slipped off his face, before he managed to plaster it back on. “Come now, that is merely the lack of sleep and the wine talking. You will feel better in the morning.”
“It’s not the wine talking, brother
Behind the Scenes"You seemed quite preoccupied last evening," Celeborn commented, sitting down on the edge of the bed. "Was it something to do with the tavern? Anything you suggest to change?"Behind the Scenes3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"No, no, the tavern is fine They did a good job. It's just " Galadriel paused, joining him on the bed, leaning against his chest. "It's just that not much time is left, and I began to get a bit anxious," she admitted.
"Don't laugh at me. It's highly serious," she frowned.
"I know, dear, I know. I'm not laughing at you, just marveling. After so many years, after being a ruler for quite a while, you are still blushing when only I can see you. Why?" he asked, circling her with his arms, caressing her large belly.
She relaxed again, and smiling, put her hands over his. "It's simple. For everybody else I'm the perfect, invulnerable lady, princess of the house of Finwë You're the only one who sees my insecurities, with whom I don't have to wear a mask."
"But it's hard to l
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
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
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
The House of FeanorFEANORThe House of Feanor8 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
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
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.Sunshine5 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
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
Steampunk DragonfliesYou'll find my family flying,Steampunk Dragonflies1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
the sun mosaic-ing off stained-glass wings
and burnished copper,
deep in the forest where mushroom cities sprawl
and skittish deer wait out the changing seasons.
The ancient aunts groom my Unca Bob's antennae
as they talk stories of our legacy.
"We was made inna cottage
at the far tips of the highest mountain
to a woodsman's calloused hands,"
they always begin
and the tight curly-cue of my wings
settle into silence.
"Him was a giant
in the middle of cold metal sidewalks
and strange flickering daylight;
tha on'y man left
and born with a secret to share."
It's always around now
Aunt Abner lets out a choked snore
and the other two forget that we're listening, quiet.
The woodsman was a healer-type,
they used to tell it,
though they've never agreed
if he was always fixing those too lost to find themselves
or finding himself too lost to fix.
The silence never lasts long;
the forest will shrug a tree into falling,
a swallow will swoop in