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The Tengwar Textbook1 year ago in Normal
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Common Sindarin PhrasesCommon Sindarin Phrases2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Common Phrases in Sindarin
Sindarin is technically not a functional language, there are so many words missing. Simple words are just simply non-existant. But there is some help for the language, it's a beautiful, poetic, and its in Lord of the Rings for goodness sake. :D
If there are any phrases that you would like to see me translate, feel free to contact me and I will add them to the list.
So you may want to review this page many times after seeing it for the first time.
"thou" : formal
"you" : informal
_____________Pronouns
-----a dash before the characters make it a suffix that is used for verbs and possessive
Version A
Formal: l
Sand and MusicSand and MusicSand and Music1 year 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.
J. R. R. TolkienJust see who entersJ. R. R. Tolkien2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the realm of dreams
creating lands
that none have seen
Retaking kingdoms,
legends of old
Molding them into
enchanted world
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!
Into WaterInto WaterInto Water2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The end we have always dreaded has come, and I am entwined together with Morgoth's beast- we are become as one writhing, thrashing creature of steel and flame and flesh. A horrible din fills my ears, which must be his roar of pain at the spike of my helm embedded deep in his breast, or perhaps it is my own scream as I cling closer to him and the fire that emanates from his body licks at my face and skin, burning me, threatening to engulf me entirely. In a final, desperate burst of strength, I wrap my legs as tightly as I can around his and wrench them out from under him.
Suddenly the world is side
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
Veleth Reniar aen -Sindarin-Veleth Reniar aen -Sindarin-2 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 a
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 Darkness2 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 straigh
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Like Moth to a FlameMelkor beholds the eldest son of Finwë in the white city of Tirion. He sees him approach—head held high, intricate robes billowing, hair braided with weaving gold and red. He sees him pass and feels the resonating power, the elegance and the confidence, and the wrath. He sees him leave, and hides a vicious smile seen by none.Like Moth to a Flame2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Melkor beholds the greatest creations of Curufinwë Fëanáro at a great feast before the Valar. He sees their dazzling, shining light of the Two Trees, and their perfect, rounded shape. He sees the dreams of the Valar and the hopes of the Elves, and the accursed Music of Eru resounds in his ears.
The Secret Garden"I know what you're thinking about," Nolofinwe's known, beloved voice whispered in Anaire's ear.The Secret Garden1 year ago in Romance More Like This
"Really?" she answered playfully, her eyes laughing.
"Yes," he kissed her neck and hugged her from behind. "For I'm reminded of our first meeting as well…"
They were standing in a hidden spot between the many trees that surrounded 'their secret garden', as they came to view it. It seemed every child found this spot and claimed it to be his or her own, and currently their son, Findekano, was playing there with his cousin and friend, Nelyafinwe son of Feanaro.
"It was not so long ago, you know," Anaire said, turning in his arms to demand a
A Golden Leaf, A Golden MemoryA stray beam of orange light filters through the condensed golden leaves that clung to the branches of the trees. Stray breezes tickles her neck, just like on any other sunrise. The fair-haired Elven lady wraps her pale white cloak securely around her tall, sleek frame.A Golden Leaf, A Golden Memory2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Her sapient eyes watch intently as a single leaf is swept off of one of the ancient mallorn-trees. Bright yellow sparkles appear whenever its vibrant side is facing the rising sun.
Slowly it descends, swaying gracefully in the air. A smooth and pale hand reaches out, and the fallen memento of the tree lands peacefully on her hand.
"Not idly do the leaves of Lorien fall,"
Sindarin and Quenya Naming ElementsName ElementsSindarin and Quenya Naming Elements2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
aelin – 'lake, pool'
aglar – 'glory, brilliance' (Quen.alkar)
aina –'holy'
alda – 'tree' (Sind. galadh)
alqua – 'swan' (Sind. alph)
anna – 'gift'
ar(a) – 'high, noble, royal'
aráto – 'champion, eminent man'
aran – 'king'
beleg – 'mighty'
brethil – 'silver birch'
caran – 'red' (Quen. carnë)
celeb – 'silver'
cú – 'bow'
cul – 'golden-red'
curu – 'skill'
ëar – 'sea' (Sind. gaer)
edhel – 'elf'
el, elen – 'star'
elda, elena – 'of the stars'
er – 'one, alone'
ereg – 'thorn, holly'
Shades of GreySummary: Manwë visits Melkor in the Void, and finds pity for the former enemy in his heart. Sometimes, there are shades of grey between white and black...Shades of Grey2 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Rating: K+
Disclaimer: Just Retelling Reuel's Tales
Beta reader: Cairistiona
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It was cold here, upon Taniquetil. The air was thin, and the snow on the peak never melted. The wind didn't blow. It was peaceful, serene – a white silence stretching through the halls of Ilmarin. There, high above all, Manwë sat on his throne, and his sight was directed to the east. The threat to Middle-earth has been destroyed. The
Ships of AlqualondeThe song of waters sounded clear and sweetShips of Alqualonde1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In light of Trees before its brightness dimmed
There white wood was with foaming sea-waves rimmed
The swiftest swan-ships in a mighty fleet
The sails were woven with a silver thread
As they sailed proudly through the storms and wind
Like graceful swans their prows were shaped, flanks winged
No better ship could sailor ever meet
Now white planks reddened with the Elven blood
In Swanhaven under the darkened sky
Where ships were taken together with lives
Then sky in Losgar reddened like rose bud
The fires rose on shores where the gulls cry
To Alqualondë only ash arrives
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
Halls of MandosStories hung upon the wallsHalls of Mandos1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Every thread a single fate
Whom Mandos to his halls calls
Must pass through the iron gate
Every thread a single fate
woven into tapestries
Must pass through the iron gate
Who has died in shade of trees
Woven into tapestries
All the stories big and small
Who has died in shade of trees
Will see them hung on the wall
All the stories big and small
Written by the hand of time
Will see them hung on the wall
Stories of love, courage, crime
Written by the hand of time
Fate of every Man or Elf
Stories of love, courage, crime
Each of them can find himself
Fate of every Man or Elf
Whom Mandos to his halls calls
Each of them can find himself
Stories hung upon the walls
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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.Atar1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
As his
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"Why can't I, Lord Namo?" Feanor said, dodging into another portion of the Halls.
"Because these are my halls, young one, and you won't be able to go much farther," Feanor just knew that Namo was taunting him with those words. Indeed, the second he tried to lose Namo again, he found his way blocked. There was no way to move any further. So, instead, he resolutely stared at the wall and decided to block anything Namo had to say from mind.
"So, Feanor, you're still decidi
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...1 year 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 th
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