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 Comforter and The PartingThe Comforter and The Parting 2 years ago in Drama More Like This
The Comforter and The Parting Glass
“Thranduil, mellon nin ; please, I pray you, speak your heart before you fade and leave your son to this bleak loss alone from birth,” Elrond pleaded.
Thranduil looked back at his friend, eyes blazing. “Do not speak to me of that little monster,” he snarled hatefully. Elrond’s heart ached terribly at the words. They were from a grieving husband, too grieved to be a father. This meant that the boy would grow too grieved to be a son. Elrond gently held out one hand towards his friend. Thranduil whirled away, gasping and clutching his chest, sobbing all the harder. “I want Caradathil, Elrond, I want her now!”
“She is gone, Thranduil. Gone to be with her ancestors, with your ancestors, awaiting the day that you will shuffle off this form and figure made to soothe the minds and hearts of
Twins"TWINS?!"Twins4 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
GoldGold.Gold3 years 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.
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
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
Yavanna's lullabyBeloved children, you must sleepYavanna's lullaby3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In a sleep dreamless and deep
The black night fell
Like evil spell,
But you will your strength keep
Darkness spread over the land
The Lamps that fell we cannot mend
With poisoned sting
Now Arda's Spring
Has ended, its time spent
Close your eyes and do not fear
To my heart you are most dear
When you wake
The night will break
Sky again will be clear
Rest under the wings of night
So you can wake in new light
A tree or weed
When land again is bright
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.&
Ships of AlqualondeThe song of waters sounded clear and sweetShips of Alqualonde3 years 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
The Secret Garden"I know what you're thinking about," Nolofinwe's known, beloved voice whispered in Anaire's ear.The Secret Garden4 years 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 kiss on the lips.
"Mmm true " came the reply.
Anaire laughed again. "Come. Let us leave them alone."
"Do you want to play with me?"
The girl lifted her head, surprised. She was sprawled on the grass, an opened book before her and an apple, half eaten, in her right hand. Above her stand a boy about her age, his long, black hair tied with
Noldorin Agony[CELEGORM]Noldorin Agony4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
None could subdue her,
This siren in white-
Her face always haunting me.
Though I pursue her
It seems, out of spite,
She revels in taunting me!
What's an elf prince to do?
When the one thing you want
Is a thing that's related to you.
I've met a maiden,
By leadership laden,
Her circumstance dire.
That form, full of power-
(More tree trunk than flower)
Sets my heart afire!
Oh, great Valar above!
Why must this lovely woman be
Far too stubborn to love?
Oh, the torture they teach!
What's as intriguing-
Or half so fatiguing-
As what's out of reach?
Am I not sensitive,
As kind as I'm handsome
And heir to a throne?
No, you're not and you know it, so stop that!
(sarcastic) How clever.
You're making me mad!
(darkly) You know nothing of madness
Til she's und
AA - The Hardest ThingsThe havens are ransacked. The Silmarilli are lost. And we are left, here, with nothing but pain and regret.AA - The Hardest Things4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Dead corpses litter the ground. Everywhere I look, there is blood. Blood and bodies. Weapons and shields. Everyone is dead, Sindar and Noldor alike. The stench is unbearable.
I turn away from Maitimo, from my broken army, and begin walking back up the long, sloping hill. I do not stop when they call me. I do not want to see more. No more suffering. No more death.
All of this, for three jewels... those accursed, priceless jewels. I hate them; I despise them; and yet I will go to the ends of the earth for them.
I finally stop when I feel someone's hand on my shoulder.
"Kano," he says, quietly. It is Maitimo.
I ignore him.
He tries again. "Kano, there are children."
I shake my head. I do not want to know how many people lie died, or how many of them were women and children. I shake his hand off, and keep walking.
"They are alive." Maitimo raises his voice now, calling to me. "Elwing
Fortitude - Chapter 14Fortitude - Chapter 147 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Xxx 14 xxX
Slowly I drifted toward consciousness, aware of a throbbing pain in my head. Something soft and wet gently dabbed at my face and hair, cleaning away the dirt and blood from my fall. I murmured softly, struggling to open my heavy eyelids.
I lay in a small bed, staring up at a cobwebbed stone ceiling. A single lantern provided adequate light for what appeared to be a tiny, single room house. It sat on a small table, illuminating a variety of items — and the cloaked figure who used them. Quietly he wrung a cloth into a bowl, his face hidden beneath his hood.
I tried to speak but managed only a small croak, since my throat felt dry as sand. The man glanced toward me and quickly grabbed a bottle as he returned to my bedside. Gently he tipped my head up, holding the bottle to my lips so I could drink.
When I had taken all I wanted, he lowered my head back onto the pillow and rose to set the bottle aside. I watched him reach for a bundle of cloth before he se
Fortitude - Chapter XLIIFortitude - Chapter XLII5 years ago in Drama More Like This
He lay cradled in my arms, his hands limp at his sides. His eyes stared through me, unfocused and empty. Blood flowed from a deep wound in his chest, staining his tunic and pooling around us.
A broken hilt lay at my feet, its cobalt surface covered in blood. Its blade lay in shattered, bloodied pieces around us.
The Master Sword… was no more.
My hushed, shuddering sobs filled the silence, echoing through a vast, empty chamber as I drew him closer. With a trembling hand I smoothed back his hair, my fingertips brushing the dark arterial lines which marred his once beautiful face. I clenched my teeth and pressed my forehead to his, weeping as I rocked him back and forth.
Then a noise loud as thunder sounded above, and a blinding light filled the room, drawing my attention from Link's lifeless body. I shielded my eyes, struggling to identify the dark figure as his shadow
Twilight. (Thranduil x reader).Twilight. (Thranduil x reader).6 months ago in Romance More Like This
The twilight sun pierced through the dry branches of Mirkwood, giving your h/c hair a fiery tone. Your company followed close, weary from an entire day of chasing and hunting orcs and keeping the borders of Mirkwood safe from foul creatures. You too were tired, but your mood lifted when you saw the great stone walls rise before you. You had arrived to the palace. Inevitably your heart went fast with excitement and fear, for you knew what awaited you after going through those doors.
The oak doors opened as soon as you and your company were in sight and with a gnawing hesitation inside you, you entered. It was warm inside, lit by hundreds of torches and not far above you could hear elves singing for the king. The king, the simple thought of him made you shiver, and for a while your mind strayed into memories of him.
- y/n?- you heard someone say.
Quickly you turned, and realized that you were still on your horse and an elf was standing beside you, looking quite confused.
-Oh, yes, I had
LossTurgonLoss4 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 the captains of Men, and must abandon my fatalistic thoughts for action, though the overwhelming grief for my father's house refuses to loosen its clutches so easily. I fight on because I can do nothing else, and my eyes sting, though from dust or tears I do not know.
As I order a full retreat, my voice breaks and I curse the F
Fortitude: Chapter XLVIIFortitude: Chapter XLVII2 years ago in Drama More Like This
I woke to silence and darkness, too disoriented to recall how I had gotten there. Slowly I sat up, groaning as my head gave a painful throb. Every move brought a wave of nausea, and I clutched my stomach as I fought the urge to retch.
As my mind began to clear, my thoughts quickly turned to my son. I forgot my discomfort and tried to calm myself, seeking his little presence within me. Immediately I sensed his distress, an echo of my own.
It's all right, I soothed, relieved to feel his anxiety fade. I'll keep you safe...
"…Sleep well, dearest?"
My eyes flew open to find Ashton sitting just a few steps away, vaguely illuminated in the weak violet light. He observed me with a cold expression, and hurriedly I backed away, my hand still pressed to my abdomen.
"What is this place?" I snapped, hearing the quiver in my voice.
He grinned, pleased to see me unsettled.
"Not very cozy, is it? I do hope the lighting improves, at least. I want
The SindarAlso of the Third Kindred, were they,The Sindar8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And deep their loyalty to their King;
When, during the Great Journey, he mysteriously vanished,
Mournful songs for him they did sing.
When the others continued West, they refused to go on,
Still loyal to their lord, they determined to await him.
So when their Kindred departed, they remained behind,
And called themselves the Forsaken.
Their long vigil rewarded when at last did their King return,
A beautiful Queen at his side;
Now tallest of Firstborn was he, and silver of hair;
And glorious was the light of wisdom in his brides eyes.
Great was the peoples joy; for no longer forsaken!
And content to dwell beneath the stars, People of Twilight,
Named the Grey Ones, in honor of their High King;
For over 3000 years did he reign in great might.
The greatest of Firstborn in the mortal lands,
Were those who were called the Grey.
Mighty were they, and vast their realm,
The Queens Girdle ever held evil at bay.
Lovers of trees were the Grey
Squirrels and Mud Puddles~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~Squirrels and Mud Puddles10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Elrohir of Imladris reined in his horse as a glint of sunlight off silver caught his eye.
"What is it?" his brother quizzed, with more curiosity than concern.
Elrohir nodded his head toward a large grey squirrel carrying what looked to be a silver bird with outstretched wings. A tiny, golden-haired elfling followed hot on its heels, too focused on the chase to notice the two mounted elves.
"Give that back!" the elfling demanded hotly, as his prey scurried across a large mud puddle and up a tall oak.
Too small to reach the oak's lowest branch, Legolas raced up a neighboring low-branched elm and leapt across. Undaunted, the squirrel darted inside its hole and, safely out of reach, chattered at the clever little elfling.
Elrohir thought the chattering sounded distinctly like smug laughter and decided the squirrel could not be allowed to win the day. Meeting Elladan's eyes, he saw agreement and quickly dismounted.
"You give that back or I'll bring a hawk to this tree to e
Shadows of Nan ElmothO golden cage of Gondolin, is covetousness a crime?Shadows of Nan Elmoth3 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
You've changed, brotherPanting, Maglor looked at the ruins that surrounded them. It was all for nothing. Three more of his brothers were now dead, and his other two brothers were staring around despondently. The Silmaril, the entire purpose for their attack, was gone. All they had to show for their efforts was more death.You've changed, brother3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Suddenly, his attention was caught by two of his brother's servants, who were standing around in the ruins near him. He wasn't sure what had initially drawn him to look at them, but now that he did, he noticed something curious about them. In light of all the ruin that had gone on today, why would they be gathered there smirking? As he saw them about to leave, he moved in their direction and blocked their exit.
"Stop!" from the corner of his eye, he could see Amrod stand up from where he had been kneeling over Celegorm's body, his hand slowly drifting towards his sword. Had it really come to this? "I fail to see any reason why, in light of the death of your Lord and two of his brothers, you
The FalathrimLast of the Third Kindred,The Falathrim8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Are these Firstborn who dwell by the sea.
When the Grey Ones they left, twas their last Sundering they thought.
But such was not to be.
With the other Kindreds they had traveled west,
From the long trek many others had strayed.
But all through the long hardships and waiting,
On the Great Journey they had stayed.
They believed their journey nearly over,
For the boundary of Middle Earth they had reached.
While they awaited the Ocean Lord, his Vassals they met.
And from them learned all they had to teach.
When the time came to depart with the Ocean Lord,
Some did not accompany the Host.
For they had come to love the shores of Middle Earth,
Its waves stirred them the most.
In mortal lands they were the first to build ships,
For to explore the waters they long.
Gatherers of shell and coral are they;
Always they heed the oceans song.
Great Havens they built in Middle Earth,
Mighty ships and collections of pearl;
To the songs of gulls they gl
ImladrisIn Imladris, in RivendellImladris3 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.