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
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
Spark - final chapterBurdenSpark - final chapter2 years ago in Drama More Like This
The lake-shore lay under several inches of snow, the lake frozen and covered with a white blanket. Maedhros sat leaning against the trunk of a leafless willow, whose branches vanished into the ice, hung with glittering icicles like glass beads. The sinking sun threw long-fingered shadows across the icy lake and frozen fields, creeping behind the Mountains of Mithrim in the west, in what felt to Maedhros like a constant reminder that no hope would come from that direction.
He was wrapped in a warm cloak against the cold, his right arm in a sling to prevent him from jolting movements. The stump was still tender to the touch, but he knew that, in time, it would heal completely.
The lake lay to his right, the last rays of sunlight turning it into a glittering spectacle trying to catch his eye, but he was not looking at it. His gaze was to the northeast.
There, across the peaks of Ered Wethrin, lay Angband. The day had been grey and cloudy, so he could barely make out the moun
An Old LegendAn Old Legend3 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
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!
Spark - chapter 5StrengthSpark - chapter 52 years ago in Drama More Like This
"So Fingon has told you."
"I found out on my own."
"We thought it would be best not to tell you until you were stronger."
"That would have been quite a feat."
Maglor shot his older brother an almost anxious glance, not asking the next question: So how did you take it?
Maedhros was sitting up in bed again, propped up against pillows, as he had almost all the time since the previous day. His back, shoulder and arm weren't taking it well, but he was determined not to give up any hard-earned ground. Sitting up had meant having his right arm in plain sight for twenty-four hours. He had risen to the challenge, having spent most of that time staring at the stump, trying to accept that it was a part of him now.
He could not deny that the discovery that he was maimed had left him badly shaken. It had cast a doubt on every single thing that he had been clinging to since first realising that his ordeal was over. Revenge. Strength. Normality. Fingon's reac
Remember to Regret [Levi x Reader]Remember to Regret [Levi x Reader]3 months ago in Romance More Like This
Remember to Regret
From the very beginning, he should’ve known better. It’s happened before, and the raw emotion that follows is the same. The piercing reality is etched in his mind, intensifying the longer he stays. Steel-blue eyes catch the rivulet of blood that spills over your frail lips and grimy skin. Again, he is forced to remember the despair that once drove him to the brink of insanity. The same thickness is carried within his breath as it vaporizes in the day’s icy air.
Levi doesn’t spare a blink, leaving his visage impassive—though, that’s far from the truth.
The glint that’s meant to signify life within your eyes is long past, leaving only the dimness of a dead gaze. Your dry lips are parted, stained with fresh crimson, and are nothing like they used to be. Nothing like the sweet flesh that he once admired from afar when you spoke. Strands of unruly, di
Denmark x Reader x Scotland ~Inside-Out~ 88Denmark x Reader x Scotland ~Inside-Out~ 83 months ago in Romance More Like This
The world was beautiful because it was cruel. The world was cruel because it was beautiful. No one made that clearer to you than Allistor Kirkland, both a semblance to beauty and cruelty.
“Rise and shine, little Princess.”
A flood of light drew back from the curtains down in the dusty part of the inn, and you had to squint in order to get adjusted. He had brought you to an inn as told the morning before. You hadn’t expected him, however, to bribe the innkeeper into keeping you down below the cellar area. If there had been any guards patrolling the area, the innkeeper would have turned a blind eye during their search. The details were fuzzy as you had been exhausted, but your sleeping schedule had eventually been altered as planned.
“Is it morning or dusk?” Your voice was muffled from your covers, and your eyes were sparkling with stars in your head as the golden-pink rays spun in the room.
“Dusk,” came the one-worded answer.
Dusk. The arrival
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
Recipe of Love: ThorxReader PART 1/3Recipe of Love: ThorxReader PART 1/31 year ago in Romance More Like This
You slowly moved on the comfy bed with your bare legs touching the silky fabrics that your skin would never get used to. Nothing of that sort existed naturally on Earth but you considered yourself to be the luckiest woman on the planet because your set was imported from Asgard. You barely opened your eyes to come across with a familiar scene, your eyes lingered on the wide window on your left side and they were slightly overwhelmed with the moonlight peeking into the room each time the curtains moved. You stretched your arms up with a wide smile taking over you and the cool air sneaking inside tickled against your arms that you just put over yourself. You could feel that your nightgown was almost completely pushed up, nothing was certainly covering your legs, and you felt the absence of warmth on your right side that you were very used to feeling with your big husband sleeping next to you half naked every night.
You groaned and turned toward your right side to see that he wasn’t
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 Grey4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Disclaimer: Just Retelling Reuel's Tales
Beta reader: Cairistiona
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 One Ring has been melted in the fires of Orodruin, and a new age began. Change could be felt all over the world. And yet the expression of the Elder King was not one of joy. His all-seeing eyes were half-closed, focused not on the happening in the world, but something else. A memory, maybe. Then h
Commanded to Stay"Everyone's ready?"Commanded to Stay10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Oropher was inspecting his men, the army which was preparing to march to Mordor. How many of them would perish? He had no idea. It was never a predictable thing....
"Thranduil?! What the hell do you have in mind?" Oropher shouted angrily. "I told you to stay. Someone must take care of the kingdom."
"You need everyone, you know it."
"I need everyone to do their job, Thran," he said, a bit calmer. "Including you, my son."
"I can fight."
"You can get lost more easily than your young son," said Oropher.
He didn’t speak of this often. He still felt responsible that Thranduil got hit by dragon fire and became blind. The sad thing was that Thranduil was still one of the lucky ones of that great war.
"I'm sorry," he said with shame. "So be it. You give me no choice."
Oropher dismounted and got the rope he saw and then moved to Thranduil's elk.
The young elven child ran from the door to the king. Oropher gave him the rope. "Hold this."
"What are you doing?"
GoldGold.Gold2 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.
Levi x Reader: Bitch please, it's fabulous 11Levi x Reader: Bitch please, it's fabulous 112 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Bitch Please Epilogue. EDIT Please visit the additional links provided at the end of the chapter and info about that promised threesome
Before yall read the epilogue, I just want to thank you all for sticking with this series. I can't even begin to describe to you how amazing it is to have had the chance to bring a smile to your face. That's an opportunity that I will always cherish and hope to achieve with all my comedy stories. Smile, Laugh, Grin like you can't grin no more. Cuz that means that I've accomplished my mission to make you happy!
And without further ado.......the epilogue!!!
They say that the first year of college is always the hardest because you're adjusting to new friends, a new life, and a new goal. Well, it goes without saying that this was the same in your case, except for the fact that you also had to balance the "old" with the "new." At first, you made a promise to visit Levi every weekend and took it upon yourself to drive back on Fridays and
Her Captain's Treasure [Pirate!England x Reader]Her Captain's Treasure [Pirate!England x Reader]2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Arthur, dude, you have to let us make port soon," the blonde, blue-eyed man begged the Brit that stood beside him. "Please, I'll get on my knees and beg you, but I have got to get on dry land soon."
"And why's that? Have you tired of the sea, Alfred?" Arthur asked, the annoyance in his voice making his accent sound heavier than it normally did. He looked over at his first mate, cocking a thick eyebrow at him. "Lost your sea legs?"
"Wha? No! Nothing of the sort," Alfred answered, furiously shaking his head, which sent his feather hat from his head and his glasses askew on his face. He hastily straightened them and returned to pestering his captain about docking the ship at the next town. "Come on, Arthur! We've been out seven months now! Rations are low, the men are getting restless, and I-" he paused, as if considering what he was about to say to the Brit beside him.
"You what, Alfred?" Arthur asked, still not fully turning to face him. What would have been the point? He still
Melting Snow ~ Ch. 1Thor/LokiMelting Snow ~ Ch. 13 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Overall: NC-17; This chapter: PG-13
He could hear nothing except for his own breathing. His heart was pounding in his chest and his eyes darted to the left and to the right. He was alone. All alone. Not lost, for lost would imply that he had no idea which direction would be the right one to take to reach his destination, and that was just plain wrong. He knew very well where he had to go, he was just ... not entirely certain how he could get there.
It didn't help that everything looked exactly alike. Really, would it have killed the Jötnar to build roads or at least paths so that not every visitor were to be as lost - no, not lost, but alone - in this Hel of snow and ice? No wonder they did almost never get any visitors (which was probably what they wanted), no wonder nobody in the Nine Realms liked them (which was not entirely true), no wonder bedding a Jötun was something rare and special - noboby could freaking find them (which only made them all the more desirab
The Parentage of Gil-galadThe Parentage of Gil-galadThe Parentage of Gil-galad3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Warnings: Complete and utter crack. Rather OOC Maedhros, dense teenage Gil-galad, mentions of slash and mpreg (neither of which are taken seriously at all). Basically just complete silliness. Apologies for bad Star Wars reference.
Initially, the news that one of the sons of Fëanor was riding into the refugee settlement at the Mouths of Sirion caused something of a panic. Every few minutes, one of the terrified Falathrim or Sindar would come bursting through the door of Círdan the Shipwright, crying, "They have come for the Silmarils! We're all going to die!" and continuing to babble in that vein until Círdan calmly pointed out that it was highly unlikely, considering that no one there had any Silmarils in the first place. This continued for a good hour, until a messenger bearing the Fëanorian star arrived at the aforementioned door with a rather strange m
Dwarven Realms THE SEVEN DWARVEN CLANSDwarven Realms7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Clan Mountains where lived
Durin's Folk/Longbeards Hithaeglir/ Misty Mountains
Broadbeams Ered Luin/ Blue Mountains
Melting Snow ~ Ch. 2Thor/LokiMelting Snow ~ Ch. 23 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Overall: NC-17; This chapter: PG-13
Thor spent the next hour thinking while outside of his temporary chambers sounds of busy servants (and possibly maids, but who could know for sure? Thor had never seen a female Jötun and he wasn't sure they even had females) could be heard. He seemed to be inside the palace of Jötunheimr; a thought that sent cold shivers down his spine. Being surrounded by former enemies ... Yes, they had a truce now, but Thor was no stranger to the old tales of the great war and the many Aesir and Jötnar who had lost their lives in battle. Sometimes, he had wished he'd have been able to take part in the war to prove his strength and to defend his home, his family and friends, As he grew older, however, he'd started to understand that war was nothing to be desired. He had seen old and honored but crippled soldiers - permanently scarred in body and soul and mind -, had seen widowed Aesir women and orphaned children and had realized how
Melting Snow ~ Ch. 4Thor/LokiMelting Snow ~ Ch. 42 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Overall NC17, this part PG-13
Contrary to his recent actions, Thor was not stupid. He might not always think about what he was doing, might sometimes - or often - run head-first into danger without thinking about the consequences, but even Thor was very much aware that he had - to put it nicely - fucked up royally. He also knew that he had to do something to prevent a war from happening. Honestly, he could understand Loki's rage and anger. Maybe he would have acted the same if their situations had been the other way around ...
Without really noticing it, he stalked through the abandoned hallways, turning left and right and wandering aimlessly, deeply in his thoughts, his panic and frightened state of mind.
His father would know what to do. Yes, wise Odin, old Odin. Just a nod of his head, a handful of words from his mouth would be enough to dispel this uneasy situation, to calm Loki - and his father, oh Lord, Loki's father! - and make sure any declarations of war were
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 Me4 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
The Lovers of LothlorienThough the sun had long since set, and all was quiet, to him, there was no rest. Celeborn, Lord of the elven kingdom of Lothlorien, had finished his day and was passing the time among the woods of his land. For many long years he had dwelt in this forest, seen the trees come and go. Yet, as an elf, he had remained as he always has. Unchanging and ageless, like all of his kind. To his ears, the forest was not silent, but abuzz with the many far-away sounds. The winds blowing through the leaves. The animals scurrying about the forest floor. Even the footsteps of his own kin. All was heard by him.The Lovers of Lothlorien9 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
He had lived through many ages, like many elves, and had seen much of the darker horrors this world had to offer, in war, or in the simple squabbles of those who lived beyond their borders. But here, near the edges of their protected realm, he found some peace. There was a tiny lake here, hidden among the many trees, known only to him and a select few others. Though he had come here often, it ne