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
Veleth Reniar aen -Sindarin-Veleth Reniar aen -Sindarin-3 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
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
Common Sindarin PhrasesCommon Sindarin Phrases3 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.
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
-----a dash before the characters make it a suffix that is used for verbs and possessive
Formal: lín ; informal: -ch
Formal: -l (obscure) pl: -dh ; informal: -g ; pl: -ch
(the reason the l is obscure is because it can often be confused with a verb tense that is why it is best to avoid it)
__1: Aiya "Hail" [this one stems from Que
Sand and MusicSand and MusicSand and Music2 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.&
An Old LegendAn Old Legend2 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
Twins"TWINS?!"Twins3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The shout disturbed birds within a mile radius, sending them fleeing for the sky in fear of their lives. Elves stopped in their work, looking up and whispering together, questioning the source of the noise.
Some, however, didn't need to question the source of the shout, because the source found them instead.
"Maitimo," a large, familiar hand landed on his shoulder.
Maitimo looked back questioningly at his Atto. "What, Atto? Are you alright? You look slightly...shaken."
Fëanáro gazed at him with an unusual fire in his eyes, and gripped his shoulders painfully tight. "Twins, Maitimo," he said with deadly seriousness.
Maitimo frowned at him, puzzled. "What about them?"
"Twins. Twins. Twins."
"Atto, I can't help you if you won't explain what's wrong."
"Twins are what is wrong!" Fëanáro shouted, throwing his hands up. "Twins!"
Maitimo worried his lip. Obviously something was troubling his Atto, causing him to act strangely. Luckily, at that moment Macalaur
J. R. R. TolkienJust see who entersJ. R. R. Tolkien3 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!
ElvesElves10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Oh, you wonderful children of Ilúvatar
Your voices make the forests
Be more alive
Even the leaves are greener
When you are around.
And you shine with the pure light
Upon your beautiful faces
And even your light steps
Are full of grace.
Can there be anything
So fair in the whole Arda
As your lands
Or the work of your hands?
Ah, I wish I could
Sing, dance, shine
And take graceful steps
Just as you do
Oh, I wish I could
Speak with such beautiful words
Just as you do.
And my heart is charmed by you
And perhaps there is nothing else
I can do
Than admire you.
Into WaterInto WaterInto Water3 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 sideways, and we are falling. Some instinct takes hold of me, and I draw and hold a single breath just before we crash into water.
For a split second, the shock of its coldness on my burns is more excruciating than the fire that made them. The force of our impact with the water dislodges my half-melted helm from my head, a
Elven BladesAeglos/Aiglos Snow Point, IcicleElven Blades5 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
GoldGold.Gold1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
A 'Hobbit' oneshot with Thorin/Fili/Kili, rated R for depressive situation and all characters death (The Battle of Five Armies)
Battlefield tastes of gold, steel and blood. Everything goes crimson and ruby and too fast to react.
The brightest, goldest shine is where your hands rest on Fili's and Kili's chests in uncle's last blessing.
You've found twice and lost twice, and the most important thing now isn't even Erebor, though it is still deadly important.
The thing is the heartbeat. Slow, decreasing heartbeats your beloved nephews still have.
And you rise up – again and again, even if gold tastes of blood, and blood tastes of last kisses.
The Houses of the Edain THE HOUSE OF BEORThe Houses of the Edain6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The 1st House of the Edain
The first of the Edain to enter Beleriand
First discovered by Finrod
Greatly loved by the Noldor
Dark haired and grey eyed
Famous for their love of learning
Estolad Year 311-355 1st Age of the Sun
Dorthonian Year 355-455 1st Age of the Sun
Dor-lomin Year 455-472 1st Age of the
Shadows of Nan ElmothO golden cage of Gondolin, is covetousness a crime?Shadows of Nan Elmoth2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Behind the bars a bird felt freedom for first time
Aredhel Ar-Feiniel and Eöl, elven smith
Found wonder in the woods, between branches didn’t breathe
As she in the shade stood he saw her beauty bloom
Love piercing as a lance in the gathering gloom
Her freedom loving heart in shadows shimmers light
Passing of the ElvesPassing of the Elves6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Crystalline tears upon alabaster skin
Features fairer than any once had been
Stole the breath from mortal being
As was witnessed such graceful fleeing
Oh wails of sorrow would I give
To see the fairest who have lived
Like a mist through forests pass
Seeking the shore, the sea of glass
What eerie melody they slowly sang
Through the forest their voices rang
And in that moment the Graceful passed
Seeking to sail across a sea so vast
Now never more their voices heard
Now never more their noble word
For to every forest and every kingdom
The passing of the Elves had come
Dwarven Realms IICITIESDwarven Realms II5 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
Halbarad's FarewellThe gathering gloom, the feel of doomHalbarad's Farewell4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
This is an evil door
Darkness ahead, the journey's end
Is not far anymore
The threshold dark from a cold stone,
And my death lies beyond
But I follow, for you must go,
And faith is a strong bond
For noble past I've ridden south
After the sun of noon,
But for the future I will go
Into the sunless gloom
Behind that door no turning back,
And yet I'll cross this line
Towards the burning, bloody field
And hope that is not mine
Be well, my love, kiss our son
For me and for my king
Into your arms I won't return,
But don't let your heart sink
Do not mourn for me, cousin mine,
When my life's blood will flow
I only regret I won't see
The crown upon your brow
Glory in the fallNo song was heardGlory in the fall10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
No star was shining
Even the moon was hiding
"What has happened?"
Even if the answer
Was almost known to me.
"Our king has fallen!"
And no harp or flute
Can ever sing
The deep sorrow and the anger
We felt then.
What could be done
Even this fight
Seems to be pointless
As we have already lost
Nobody dared to cry
What could tears do after all
But bring us maybe some relief
Or deeper sadness?
I did not dare to speak
Even if my heart
Has already fallen on its knees
Screaming and weeping.
There was no voice heard
Yet there couldn't be any silence
For each of us
Was grieving inside.
"Our king has fallen"...
Our hope was gone
Yet to be found
Even though we had no strength
To continue the fight.
Who will lead us now
Through these times so dark?
Who will light a spark
On our lightless sky?
Who will dare to sing
About this tragedy
Or glory in the fall
Of the one who dared
To duel Morgoth
Elwing's LullabySleep in peace, my gentle children:Elwing's Lullaby4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Though there seems no end to night,
Every day which falls in shadow
In its time will dawn in light.
See the Moon dressed all in silver,
Chasing stars across the sky.
He will keep your fears away
And leave sweet dreams for you and I.
Now the stars above are shining,
Calling you to peaceful rest.
By the shores the sea is singing,
Telling stories of the West.
When the chains of Night are broken
And the Light at last is free,
Then the world shall know the blessings
Waiting far beyond the sea.
Dream of hope, my stars, my darlings,
'Till the morning comes anew.
I will stay beside your beds
And keep a vigil over you.
A Little Dose of LunaA Little Dose of Luna3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Thank you for wasting my time with this long-winded, superfluous claptrap you call an opening paragraph, Mr. Finnegan. Please look up the word “thesis” when you finally decide to step foot in a library.
Admirable attempt, Zabini. But I imagine the effort you expended in paraphrasing would have been better spent in actually doing your essay. If you are going to plagiarize, try harder to do less work.
Miss Brown: Lovely penmanship can hardly hide the empty, superficial generalizations that make up your essay, just as a pretty face cannot hide your empty and superficial self.
Pray tell, Mr. Weasley, why your words, “seethe the purtenance in the unction whilst it waxeth incarnadine,” correspond exactly to the 17th century text, Chymical Spirits and Aethers, a book which, funnily enough, I saw Miss Granger reading? I hope you are happy to learn that you have earned a P for her and a T for yourself. Next time, just hand me
Female Sindarin NamesName MeaningFemale Sindarin Names6 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Ancalime Most Bright
Aredhel Noble Lady
Ar-Feniel Noble White Lady of the Noldor
Arwen Noble Maiden
Berúthiel Angry Queen
Celebrian Silver Queen
Elanor Sun star
ImladrisIn Imladris, in RivendellImladris2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Are secrets more than I can tell
There ancient lore of long-lost lands
Still lingers on in elven hands
In Rivendell, in Imladris
Are love and laughter, joy and bliss
East of Sea few places remain
That grant such sure surcease from pain
In Imladris, in Rivendell
They shall not yet say their farewell
For even when all else may fade
Some light shall live, untouched by shade.