"They were just children!" Elwing shrieked, viciously pushing her cousin away.
"Elwing " Celeborn attempted to console his young relative, but she refused to be comforted.
"You left them! You left and now they're gone." The young elith collapsed on the ground, sobbing. She clutched her stomach, fighting the physical agony which assailed her. Agony and guilt. She should have been there. She should have made certain her brothers were following. She should not have left them.
The attack happened so fast she could barely separate the jumbled, nightmarish events, but it seemed like slow motion at the time. The elves of Doriath knew that a battle with the sons of Feanor was possible. Elwing's father, King Dior refused to relinquish the silmaril he had inherited from his parents. They were prepared to defend Doriath, but they were not prepared for the savage brutality of the Noldor. The Noldor killed without conscience.
She remembered being kissed by her mother. She remembered her f
2.063 SummerI fixed it. :32.063 Summer4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A/N: This was inspired by the fact that Elrond is the only elf in The Hobbit that is actually named. We know Bilbo's side of the story, so this is my idea of what was happening behind-the-scenes in Rivendell as Gandalf, Bilbo and the dwarves were arriving. With slash, of course ;D
It was late at night when Elrond finalised the last of the plans for the upcoming midsummer festival and put them in piles to go to the relevant people in the morning. He wiped the ink off his hands and got up to close his window, smiling down at the elves that were already beginning their celebrations. He did not blame them, it was a nice night: clear, the air pleasantly warm, tempered by a soft breeze that teased hair and sleeves. He glanced out over his valley and caught the sound of unfamiliar voices on the other side of the river, and realised that Gandalf and his party must have arrived. About time too, old friend, he thought. I would say you're late
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
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, brother4 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
That Summer in RivendellWarm sunlight streamed downThat Summer in Rivendell4 years ago in Romance More Like This
From the leafy canopy
A thousand shades of green
As water glittered along its course
And fell shimmering into its crystal basin
A soft breeze whispered
Through the boughs of ancient oaks
And beneath these trees
Two lovers walked
And sang in clear elven voices
And vows they made:
Never to part
That summer in Rivendell
Lord of Wolves"Where are the Rings?"Lord of Wolves4 years ago in Drama More Like This
He didn't answer.
He didn't answer.
The whip snapped against his skin. White-hot pain shot through him. Celebrimbor bit back an agonizing gasp.
Annatar was smiling at him in that strange, sinister way. But it was no longer Annatarno longer the smiling Lord of Gifts. It was a demon standing in front of him, cruel and sly and completely merciless.
"Does that feel good, Telpe?"
"Do not call me that!" Celebrimbor hissed.
"I will stop," said Annatar simply, "if you tell me where the Three and Seven are."
"I will never."
Snarling, Annatar turned to the Orc holding the iron whip. "Heat it!" But then he paused, and slowly smiled. "No. Send for a Balrog. I want you to show dear Telperinquar how his grandfather met his end."
Celebrimbor's body shook. His eyes widened in horror, and blood from his bitten lip flowed down to join the dark red stain on his shirt. He took a breath, gasping at the effort and as his lunges filled with blood.A Balrog... a Balrog..