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
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
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.
Fall of Gil-Galad Quenya Ver.Lante ArtanároFall of Gil-Galad Quenya Ver.10 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
(Fall of Gil-Galad)
Ingaran Eldaron Artanáro.
Nandari lirir nainala seo:
Métim' ardarya vanya, latin né
Imbe i Oronti ar Eare.
Hyandorya anda, ehterya maica,
Sílala carmarya haiya cenna;
Menelo eleni únótime
Nalle ner telpina turmaryasse.
Mal andave yá erye oante,
Masse maris úquen ista quete;
An lantan' élerya mornie mir
Morinoresse ya lómi caitar.
Northern Starlight: An alternate BOFTA ending-CH1Northern Starlight: An alternate BOFTA ending-CH15 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
‘Tauriel!’ Legolas heard his own voice rebounding against the walls of ice after he felt his feet on save ground again. The prince put his daggers away and breathed in and out slowly. Exhausted he felt and that was a strange feeling for the elf. But after such heavy fighting for such a long time, his muscles hurt and he felt the bruises bouncing softly and painfully under his armor. He looked over his shoulder down the cliff, where the huge chunks of the tower “bridge” disappeared in the mist beneath. He heard them crashing the ground and splitting into pieces and he grimaced inside. That Bolg filth was worth dying this way.
“May he burn forever, together with his father and all the thousands of Orc filth that goes after him.” He thought with a grimace. Legolas looked up then, his eyes following down the stairs where Tauriel fell off when he was standing on the tower at the opposite of the bridge. His stomach started to
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 Lothlorien1 year 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
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
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
Blessings From Sins: The Return Ch 2Chapter 2Blessings From Sins: The Return Ch 23 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Genre: Romance, Hurt/Comfort
Loki is pregnant, coming back as an exile in chains from the final events from the Avengers movie. Nobody seems to know about his ongoing pregnancy, nor the father of the child. Loki doesn't know how to handle it, from bearing the child, to his constant thoughts that he will be killed, surely, for the crimes he had committed.
But what is he to do when he's welcomed back home with open arms? What if, although still at fault for the horrors he had done in childish vengeance, his old friends, his family, still missed him so incredibly? Would Loki have the growing courage to speak of the unborn child? And, above all else, would he manage to fix the broken bond and heart he once had with not only Thor, but with himself?
The nights turned to days, leaving the lithe form of the former trickster in a constant haze of question when one day ended and when one began. Sleep separated one fro
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 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 Me5 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
Denmark x Reader x Scotland ~Inside-Out~ 88Denmark x Reader x Scotland ~Inside-Out~ 811 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
The VanyarFair and golden of lock,The Vanyar8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Are the first of the Eldar Kindred;
Of those who set forth to the West,
Their Journey nothing hindered.
Fewest are they of the Firstborn,
But wisest are they in mind.
And as for courage of the heart;
More valiant none can find.
Music and poetry is their joy,
At the foot of the Holy Mountain they dwell.
Favored are they by the King and Queen of the Powers,
Love for them, in their hearts, does swell.
Recipe of Love: ThorxReader PART 1/3Recipe of Love: ThorxReader PART 1/32 years 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
Daddy!PrussiaXMommy!Reader: WonderlandDaddy!PrussiaXMommy!Reader: WonderlandDaddy!PrussiaXMommy!Reader: Wonderland2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You yawned as you closed your book. With a sigh, you glared through your window, smiling as you did so. Soft, fluffy snowflakes were falling down from the sky, slowly covering your garden. With another yawn, you decided it’s time to get some hot chocolate, cursing the fact that you had to catch a fever today. Why didn’t it wait until tomorrow? Wrapping your blanket around you once again, you got up and stumbled over to the kitchen.
Your husband and son weren’t home; they went to see a movie. Actually, you had been planning to join them, but you felt like crap when you woke up this morning, so you had decided to stay home. Gilbert had tried to make you allow him to stay with you, but you had told him he had to go, since your son, named Bern, had been looking forward to go to the movie. You figured it’d be a great way for them to spend a father-son day.
Sadly, now that they were gone, you had to make your own hot choco
The Test of the One TrueA/N: Purely crack. You should be warned that this fic contains hints of something that is slash, in this case m/m, depending on how you view it. But it's there for the laughs.The Test of the One True3 years ago in Humor More Like This
When finally being permitted to leave Mandos after several millennia of regret and reconciling with victims of kinslayings, Maedhros was more than happy to be re-embodied. He noticed with delight that even his right hand was where it was supposed to be, attached to his right wrist. He moved his slender fingers and tried out how well they connected with his mind. Very well. He was pleased.
So he finally stepped outside the halls of souls. A bright sunlight greeted him as the city of Valimar bathed in early morning light. Maedhros smiled and raised his hand to shield his eyes from the bright shine when he was suddenly embraced by strong hands that wouldn't let go of his surprisingly lean frame. Fingon was hugging him tightly and Maedhros returned the hug with great joy for at last meeting hi
Prussia x Mother! Reader: Together AloneWarning: CursingPrussia x Mother! Reader: Together Alone1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
(s/n)= son's name
It had been a long time since you had someone to depend on, yet you just had to suck it up because your son counted on you to be there for him. His father left a month before the baby was born, and claimed in a letter that you were smothering him with your pregnancy, but you didn’t go after him, you’d figured he was cheating anyway. Love was truly a cruel mistress. It took you a while to stand on your own two feet considering that you had no family left, but thankfully your friends Elizabeta, and Lili supported you a bit. Seven years later here you were with responsibility on your shoulders, and a cute, cherubic faced child beside you.
“(s/n), hurry up, your friend and his mom are here to take you to school!” you hollered down the hallway of your commodious apartment. A child with (h/c) hair, and green eyes raced down the hall towards the door and reached for the knob before being stopped by you, “No kiss?”
Melting Snow ~ Ch. 4Thor/LokiMelting Snow ~ Ch. 43 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
Reader x Prussia Chapter 10 ( Warning Lemon )Reader x Prussia Chapter 10 ( Warning Lemon )2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Read here >https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11186723/1/Prussia-x-Maid-slash
Of fangirls and OCsIt was a quiet summer evening in Minas-Tirith, and Helnor was walking along the streets, breathing the warm air and admiring the sunset and its reflections on the white stone of walls and towers... the view was breathtakingly beautiful...Of fangirls and OCs5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
All of a sudden he heard a scream of a dozen voices:
"Ah, look! It's HIM!!! Get him!" and the tramp of many feet...
Helnor looked back - from behind the corner appeared a man, running probably for his life - so desperate was his face. As he ran closer to Helnor, the latter recognized him as... Aragorn, the king of Gondor... But what could make the fearless and proud man retreat in such a way?
The answer came soon, as Aragorn's chasers appeared in sight too. These were several maidens, both elven and human, and one even a hobbit. Some of them were dressed normally, some - in strange garments, bearing the king's portrait on them and a caption below that could mean nothing else but "I love Aragorn!"
"Kind sir, please, help me!" Aragorn panted having reac
All Of Him | (Aomine x Reader)All Of Him | (Aomine x Reader)7 months ago in Romance More Like This
*A/N: I finally linked a song to this one! I think this fic goes slow so sorry about that...but i enjoyed writing it! Also refer to this picture to help you imagine what's going on ;v; Enjoy!
“Aomine…” You whisper, your soft voice still reverberating lightly in the quietude of the camp site. The basketball team, Touou, claimed one of the strongest titles between all highschools. Yet summer camp was an inevitable stop for them, and this two story villa housed the team gratefully. Somehow you were forced along without your consent, aiding Moimoi in her conquest to strengthen the teams spl
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!
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