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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
MercenaryMercenary4 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The light glistened off her chest.
It reflected from the cold blue steel of her breastplate with the same glare that drifted from beneath her soft red bangs. The facade that she had to maintain was a pleasure, and a burden. She enjoyed it; the dance she played was fun. The curse was that she had to. Woman didn't exist in her line of work; not any with her level of skill, at least.
Jaquet removed her gauntlet with a silken grace that she added to most of her movements when she was in public.
Once again, she had to knock down someone's ego. It was sad that so many people needed to step up and test themselves with her. Why did everyone need t
SWP: HowlSWP: Howl1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The gentle Nabooian breeze was mixed with the brisk chill of the mountain peaks which were silhouetted against the late sunset.
Two figures sat huddled together, a picnic basket and a bottle of a non-alcoholic beverage lay beside them.
The couple were none other than Jedi Knight Anakin Skywalker and his beloved secret wife, Padmé Amidala, Senator of Naboo. Today was very special. It was their two year anniversary and they had finally found time out of their busy schedules in order to celebrate together.
Padmé looked up at Anakin and smiled.
"I wish we could see each other like this more often."
"Me too, Angel. Me too."
He gen
MiloscCóż to moja miłaMilosc6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
czemuś taka blada ?
Wszak to nie jest zdrada
wielu już zabiła
Miłość dwojga ludzi
chociaż oczywista
nikt sie już nie łudzi
że jest ona czysta
Haikus and Horrible PunsMs. Twilight SparkleHaikus and Horrible Puns1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Pegasus adventurer?
Seems rather odd
But then, this we know:
She's a fan of Daring Do,
Not a little brave,
And a live wire.
At least, whenever we can
Get her out of doors.
Perhaps she travels
Over leagues of mountains high
Braving killing snow.
Mints are her domain,
After all, that's what her mark
Says that she will do.
However, this mare
Has a different view of things.
No fatalist she:
Longing to explore,
To see the many empires
And mighty cities
Of Equestria.
So she now doth eastward go
Beyond the ranges.
Ponies are rare here;
Some think them almost a myth.
Or for little girls.
Past the snow-c
My AnxietyI hate being nervous and shyMy Anxiety1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sometimes making me wanna cry
Full of feelings of uneasiness
My mind ends up being a mess
Throughtout it all I start to regret
Wishing I could keep it a secret
Never wanting to ruin the fun
But also wishing it would be done
I don't know why I get this way
Seems it happens every day
I just want to curl up on my bed
Getting up with a ton of dread
Maybe I will just stay right here
And wait until the coast is clear
ContemplationDeath. Ever so present in life. We fear it, we even embrace it. We yearn for it, we run from it. We see it everyday whether it be a parade of black, a newspaper article or a carcass on the road. We all know we will face it someday and spend all our lives preparing for it. We leaves this world and enter another. We fear it but why? We will always be here. In our loved ones hearts and people we meets memory. We leave yet we stay which is why we eventually must embrace Death and walk into it's warm, welcoming arms.Contemplation3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Blade and Bow Chapter SevenChapter Seven: SunsetBlade and Bow Chapter Seven2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"This is insane!" Imoen vented loudly, attracting the curious stares of several people on the streets. "We come all this way just to find out we need to go back to where we started!"
"Quiet yourself, Imoen!" Jaheira hissed. "There is no need to draw attention to ourselves."
Imoen clamped her mouth closed and clenched her fists angrily at her sides. She kept her eyes straight ahead towards the Elfsong Tavern. She needed a drink.
The group's work in Baldur's Gate had uncovered more of the Iron Throne's twisted plot. The merchant gang had replaced their rivals in the city with doppelgangers, furthering their control of the
Blade and Bow Chapter OneChapter One: MeetingsBlade and Bow Chapter One2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It seemed strange to Allesyn that it should be such a warm sunny day to be out hunting bandits, but here she was. Imoen trailed behind her, red-haired and wide-eyed. Having never ventured so far out of Candlekeep, Imoen seemed to find the forests of the Sword Coast to be a beautiful mystery, sharing Allesyn's enthusiasm. The trees smelled wonderful to Allesyn's elven senses and she took a deep breath, capturing the essence of the woods in her lungs.
"I think we've all seen enough waking hours to take a short break," a stern voice sounded from a distance. Jaheira strode over to the two young women, dropping her quarterst
Truth "Kivan?"Truth2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Allesyn tapped lightly at the heavy inn room door one more time. She heard the faint shuffling coming from the bed inside. Finally, a voice answered her.
"Allesyn." The sound of her name was weak, almost a plea. She pushed the door open and went inside.
The morning sun barely filtered into the gloom between the dirty curtains. Darkness seemed to creep in the very corners, waiting to pounce on the man seated on the edge of the bed.
Kivan remained unmoving as Allesyn stepped into view before him. An earthen bowl filled with charcoal and green paint lay untouched
Haiku004My kids watch YouTubeHaiku0044 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Hours and hours of fun
And dumb videos
Tips on Writing ProseLately, I've been noticing a disappointingly large number of people out there on deviantART who call themselves "writers", but are surprisingly clueless when it comes to honestly and clearly conveying a story in prose. In an effort to give them a hand up (and perhaps to reach out to other writers frustrated with our increasingly text message-happy culture), I am compiling a list of tips I think every writer should know.Tips on Writing Prose2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Now, I won't pretend that I know everything on the subject (since I don't), but I've been told I'm a pretty decent writer, and I think I do sufficiently know my way around the English language. These tips won't automatically
Character Interview 2.6Character Interview 2.62 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Some time in the future I will update the questions again. This interview is way too long. I've been obsessing over my characters lately. I think that Christina is this thing called a Mary Sue... I need an objective outside opinion, but don't know anyone who is willing to give me honest feedback. I've lost sleep over this matter.
~~~~~
File: 2.6
Animus loading...
Loaded
Processing...
Information Processed
Accessing Memory...
Accessed
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Hello Miss, can you tell me where you are?
Shhh... Jerusalem...
Can you tell me your name?
No.
How ol
The Fallen Star: Chapter 1ONEThe Fallen Star: Chapter 110 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The faint glow of the moon and of the stars shone over the Woodlands of Liaport. Shadows crept between the huddling trees that rose and fell with the rugged land; small clifftops, rising crests and sunken valleys were remnants of the Valkar Mountains many leagues to the north.
Darkness shrouded the damp, soil floor, giving the shrieks and howls of lurking creatures full reign over the otherwise silent night. The never-ending fight for survival battled on through the woodland groves and raging rapids of the River Owk. Liaport was ancient. And so were the animals that lived there.
The already freezing wind sent a sudden chill through the
Gilraen's LullabySleep, my sonGilraen's Lullaby3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
The night is a river
carrying you there
where silver stars shiver
On streams of dreams
to a land without sorrow
where boys have fathers
and the mounds are hollow
in dreams...
Sleep, my child
the sun hides till morrow
Her last rays a way
that elven ships follow
There, names are not secret
that can bring a danger
And father to child
doesn't have to be stranger
in dreams...
Sleep, my Hope
and hope of your people
Than mighty oak
your roots are deeper
Once you will know
the pride of the humbled,
the value of honour
and hopes of your kindred,
their dreams...
Sleep, my son
while darkness is soothing,
while
DunedainDunedain3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Faring far and wide ,
His sword by side ;
Never resting elsewhere than the wild ,
Light footed and keen eyed.
His only friend was beast and bird ,
Tree and stone his only home ;
The blood of Numenor in him was all but gone.
Proud and grim ,
All in one ;
He answered to noone...
ObsessionTheir breaths mingled as he looked down at her, awe in his eyes as he ran his fingers through her hair. Somehow, for some reason, the Maker had blessed him mightily. She was his. More importantly, he was hers. She was the one who had changed him from an untried schoolboy into a man. Rhiamon was the first woman he'd been with, and the only woman he'd ever loved.Obsession2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Loved.
The word should have sent panic racing through his being, yet with her it seemed right. Peace stole over him as he watched the woman beside him. Rolling off of her, he lay back against the grass and pulled her up against his side.
Thoughts crowded his mind. He wanted
STORY: The Celestial Mechanics in MidsummerSTORY: The Celestial Mechanics in Midsummer6 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Celestial Mechanics in Midsummer
By Foxxy Hooves
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I rise early, and my sister sleeps late, but still we get along just fine.
As the day carries on and the sun drags down behind the westward trees around two or three in the afternoon, just then I'll often be seated in my quiet study with my work, my scrolls, and a bit of tea in my favorite fire-red kettle - the one with the little suns dancing around the perimeter. And after a bit I'll start hearing her scurrying around upstairs, the soft dabbling of delicate hooffalls in the rooms above. Then, after some delay, here she'll come downstairs, stepping heavily with purpose, her
Star Wars: Mel'Anctha OmoroseStar Wars: Mel'Anctha Omorose3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Our time has come. For three hundred years, we prepared. We grew stronger… while you rested in your cradle of power, believing your people were safe and protected. You were trusted to lead the Republic… but you were deceived, as our powers of the dark side have blinded you. You assumed no force could challenge you… and now … finally, we have returned. …You were deceived. And now your Republic …shall fall."
-Darth Malgus
"Following the Jedi Civil War, three-hundred years ago, the Council took it upon themselves to see that all remaining traces
The Face of DeathThe Face of Death6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The Face of Death
Rating: PG 13
Word count: 2,285
When I was scarcely a stripling, one of the elders told me that Death was neither friend nor enemy, that she simply was. Death existed in the same breath as life and shadowed every creature’s footsteps from the moment they slid from their mother’s womb. Even those of us as unending and ageless as elves.
My own mother, when she passed into the Endless Grove, smiled and spoke to my sire, dead more than fifty turns of the seasons. When my mentor died from the bite of a poisoned arrow, she called out to her son, gone to the Grove nearly a full turn ago. Death, I reasoned, must co
Adventures in Equestria Part 2Butterscotch in Equestria Part 2 starring Butterscotch Sundae and Pinkie PieAdventures in Equestria Part 22 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Nothing happened.
"Pinkamina, Pinkamina, Pinkamina." I said it a second time…
… but still nothing happened.
I don't remember how long I lay there, slumped in the chair, face down, tears dripping onto the wooden top of the dresser. I think I must have cried myself asleep for the next thing I knew I could hear a most peculiar noise.
It sounded like someone eating quickly and messily.
"Om nom nom nom nom nom!"
Wait – I was dreaming, right? I still had my eyes closed, so it could be a dream – one of those drunk, overheated, feverish
The Magic TouchThe afternoon was warm, the sky cloudless, the wind light. It was a perfect summer's day, and the cicadas were singing. In the shade of an oak tree on a hilltop, three ponies sat on a large blue-and-white gingham picnic-blanket, a game of Monopony between them. A basket nearby held the remnants of a fine lunch.The Magic Touch2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Overhead, a pair of winged unicorns flew through the clear skies. Behind then a brilliant red hawk-like bird followed, trailing glowing motes. As they passed over the hilltop, the smaller of the two flying ponies pointed with a hoof, then the fliers began to spiral downwards toward the tree.
The light thumps of the landing ponies sta
STORY: Twilight Sky Over CanterlotSTORY: Twilight Sky Over Canterlot2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Twilight Sky Over Canterlot
By Foxxy
Ugh~~~ morning.
I woke up with my muzzle pressed tight against the rough cast of a blue plastered wall, and for a moment, I was sure I was still dreaming.
"Ugh… Spike?"
Nopony. Just the blue wall and me.
Yes, I remembered, that's right, I'm not dreaming, as my eyes adjusted and the features of my old dorm room at Canterlot U slowly slid back into place. I'm not dreaming, I'm back here again. I shuffled around in the bed. I'd kicked the sheets off in the night and they lay in a heap on the floor right where Spike's little basket used to sit. He used to hate when I'd do that! Hehe.
Sta.sh
