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!
Sand and MusicSand and MusicSand and Music4 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.&
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
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