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Maedhros: Son of FireHe was the fireMaedhros: Son of Fire2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Devouring flame
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
80 things learned from TolkienPretty, shiny things are hazardous to your health.80 things learned from Tolkien4 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 ti
Sand and MusicSand and MusicSand and Music2 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.
Uninvited- Uninvited -Uninvited3 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Glorfindel straightened his back and, obeying the subtle signal, his steed stopped. He reached out to pull the hood from his face. They remained still, and only the movements of its ears betrayed the animal's curiosity.
The fog had risen from the valley and, in engulfing the path in its soft paleness, had drowned out the sounds of rustling leaves and ordinary forest life. The air was still and full of moisture, the tiny droplets suspended as if by some greater will. They clung to Glorfindel's cloak and to his hair; silver on gold.
And yet the silence was alive, full of expectation and wariness. Glorfindel's senses had told hi
LossTurgonLoss2 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
Under Death's Wing- Under Death’s Wing -Under Death's Wing4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
How cold the ground, how hard the stone
No friends around ; I’m all alone
How sweet the air of every breath
A warrior’s dream my noble death
There is no glory, beauty none
To lay here broken in the sun
To watch as birds above the plain
Prepare to feast on my remains
To try and raise my sword again
And fight until the very end
As will commands to flesh and bone
And steel feels heavier than stone
The day grows dark, my dying eyes
Abandon me through my demise
I will not see what’s left of me
My pride thus spared in agony
Though I know I have lost this fight
The shadow looms in all its
Ships of AlqualondeThe song of waters sounded clear and sweetShips of Alqualonde1 year 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
Noldorin Agony[CELEGORM]Noldorin Agony1 year 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!
Agony!
What's an elf prince to do?
When the one thing you want
Is a thing that's related to you.
[CARANTHIR]
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!
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-
Agony!
Oh, great Valar above!
Why must this lovely woman be
Far too stubborn to love?
[BOTH]
Agony!
Oh, the torture they teach!
[CARANTHIR]
What's as intriguing-
[CELEGORM]
Or half so fatiguing
Bitter winds are over HithlumBitter winds are over Hithlum,Bitter winds are over Hithlum1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
On the hills the echo rings:
"Our lands have lost this battle,
Fallen lie our noble kings!"
In the mound now lies King Fingon,
Bloodstained on the ground his sword.
Gone! His men are dead and buried,
Captured is Dor-Lómin's lord.
Northern lands are stained with carnage,
Shields lie broken, Banners torn,
High-King's words of hope forgotten,
Himring's lord has been forlorn.
There will be the widows weeping,
There will be the orphaned child,
Steads will burning wither, empty,
Spring that comes shall be beguiled.
There will be the lover's sorrow,
Mourning for the love who left.
Star that shone shall shine
Hurin ThalionThe day passed by and the field was lost,Hurin Thalion6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
The rout of all our mighty host,
The sun went down beyond the sea,
This doom I just could not let be,
Against the tide I stood there then,
And cried the day shall come again!
At FaultAt Fault1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"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 th
Did He Not Come HereFëanor asks it of all of them. Each new soul to walk within the Halls of Mandos is sought out and given his questions. He is brilliant and he is driven, and not knowing is a thing he cannot bear.Did He Not Come Here4 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Even those who've had no cause to wish him well answer when they see the look in his eyes, the need to know the answer to his questions.
"Where is Macalaurë, also called Maglor? How fares my son?"
Always, they do not know. And always, always, they look to Maedhros as they ask, "Did he not come here with you?"
House of Feanor ChemistryElements:House of Feanor Chemistry2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Feanor: will bond with Nerdanel to produce Seven Sons of Feanor. Will form a +3 cation in the presence of a Melkor, even though this creates a very unstable atom. In its cation state, a Feanor can induce a dipole in most Elf molecules and elements, causing instability, which is particularly pronounced in the Sons of Feanor molecules. Unlike other elements, a Feanor +3 will experience an increase in its electronegativity and attempt to wrest electrons away from other elements. If it attempts to does this with a Morgoth -3 or a Gothmog, the Feanor will explode in a shower of subatomic particles and scatter itself over a wide area.
ElberethWalking through the lea of goldElbereth3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I saw the pale queen rise.
I felt the starlight on my skin
as she sailed through the skies.
In her train came others;
a billion points of light,
but none were there as lovely
as the glowing Queen of Night.
And glancing at the countenance
of Varda, Elbereth,
I lost my way and found myself;
my path, I did forget.
Like twilight's child Tinúviel
the star did catch and flee,
and in this darkened meadow
I was left, alone with me.
Bereth vanui, my star has gone:
where are you now, Gilthoniel?
No longer does your light shine down;
where do you go, tar-míriel?
In that far land b'yond Belega
Passing of the ElvesPassing of the Elves5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Crystalline tears upon alabaster skin
Features fairer than any once had been
Stole the breath from mortal being
As was witnessed such graceful fleeing
Oh wails of sorrow would I give
To see the fairest who have lived
Like a mist through forests pass
Seeking the shore, the sea of glass
What eerie melody they slowly sang
Through the forest their voices rang
And in that moment the Graceful passed
Seeking to sail across a sea so vast
Now never more their voices heard
Now never more their noble word
For to every forest and every kingdom
The passing of the Elves had come…
Halls of MandosStories hung upon the wallsHalls of Mandos1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Every thread a single fate
Whom Mandos to his halls calls
Must pass through the iron gate
Every thread a single fate
woven into tapestries
Must pass through the iron gate
Who has died in shade of trees
Woven into tapestries
All the stories big and small
Who has died in shade of trees
Will see them hung on the wall
All the stories big and small
Written by the hand of time
Will see them hung on the wall
Stories of love, courage, crime
Written by the hand of time
Fate of every Man or Elf
Stories of love, courage, crime
Each of them can find himself
Fate of every Man or Elf
Whom Mandos to his halls calls
Each of them can find himself
Stories hung upon the walls
Shadows of Nan ElmothO golden cage of Gondolin, is covetousness a crime?Shadows of Nan Elmoth1 year 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
Go
The Ride of OromeThe stars were young upon the heaven’s domeThe Ride of Orome1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and darkness dwelt under the shade of trees
and in the darkness evil creatures roamed,
when a horn sounded clear and pure in breeze.
Like thunder rode there Béma on his steed
and Nahar's mane shone bright with silver light:
glistening dream, the music of his feet,
before them fled the creatures of the night.
Now hoofbeats silenced, Béma rides no more
in Middle-earth under the rays of Sun,
but Nahar's children still stay on this shore
and on the grass of Rohan freely run.
The lords of horses, Mearas free and strong,
the steeds of kings that came out of a song.
The NoldorMighty are the Second Kindred,The Noldor6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Strong and brave and fair;
Fierce they are and proud,
Tall and dark of hair;
Filled with passion and iron of will,
A two edged sword this can be.
Never do they turn aside from their propose,
From no enemy do they flee.
Ache their hands do to craft and create,
Beloved of the Smith are they.
Burn their minds do for knowledge,
But into folly they sometimes stray.
Lovers of hills and open lands,
The Watchtower their first home.
Many other glorious kingdoms did they build,
Seven High Kings they have known.
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
The Lament Of Glorfindel- The Lament Of Glorfindel -The Lament Of Glorfindel4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I can hear them dying still
Hear their cries against my will
Smoke and fire
Dark desire
Sold out Gondolin
Wind is howling in my ears
Dries away my salty tears
Tall I stand
Sword in my hand
Above Gondolin
Demon breath has scorched my skin
Wiped out all my friends and kin
Last ones dying
Crawling, trying
Fleeing Gondolin
Handle slippery with blood
From whose wound this crimson flood
Steals the life
In pain and strife
Of ruined Gondolin
There’s no need for my defence
My resistance makes no sense
I will fall
Before the walls
Of fair Gondolin
Maeglin, I curse your name
And this beast of
A Good ServantA Good Servant1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
What did he expect from us? Did he still believe in a world where every deed was done for valor? He, himself led our armies. His lordship knew better than to expect chivalry from us.
He called us traitors. Murderers. Cowards. Murderers? We were murderers long before now. The slur lost its potency many years ago. This was not the first time our blades stained silver hair with red blood. Nor will it be the last, even though his lordship denies it.
Lord Maedhros said this time was different. They were unarmed. They were children. His lordship said it was a vile deed done from hatred. Hatred? Yes, we hate them. We hate every barbaric Sindarin w
Twins"TWINS?!"Twins2 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.
M
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