Maedhros has a what?"My Lords," was accompanied with a respectful bow. "Three children were found in one of the guards' encampments early this month. Lord Celeborn has identified two of the elves as the sons of Earendil, however the third refuses to give his parentage. Shall I have them escorted to you study, Sire?"Maedhros has a what?4 years ago in Humor More Like This
"Yes, that will be well, Athrad," after Athrad left the room, Gil-galad looked at Celebrimbor. "Do you have any idea who this mysterious third child could be, Telpe? The other two were raised by your Uncle."
"I wish I could tell you, however, no whispers have reached my ears of any other child either of my Uncles would have taken in, nor do I know any reason why they would," was the puzzled reply.
"Well, I suppose we will just have to wait. See if you can spy them out the window, cousin, and gather any clue. They should be coming this way shortly."
"Very well then, I see you still have not grown out of your mischievous stage," came the stinging reply, though lessened by the grin on Celebrimbor
80 things learned from TolkienPretty, shiny things are hazardous to your health.80 things learned from Tolkien6 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
Sand and MusicSand and MusicSand and Music3 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.
Every muscle that has been on fire begins to numb from sheer fatigue, and he feels that he will die without food but is too weak from walking to fish or hunt- but then, Maitimo survived thirty-some years without food, didn't he- and now he is thinking of Maitimo again and he swore to himself that he would not think of them right now.&
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
Common Sindarin PhrasesCommon Sindarin Phrases4 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
The SindarAlso of the Third Kindred, were they,The Sindar8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And deep their loyalty to their King;
When, during the Great Journey, he mysteriously vanished,
Mournful songs for him they did sing.
When the others continued West, they refused to go on,
Still loyal to their lord, they determined to await him.
So when their Kindred departed, they remained behind,
And called themselves the Forsaken.
Their long vigil rewarded when at last did their King return,
A beautiful Queen at his side;
Now tallest of Firstborn was he, and silver of hair;
And glorious was the light of wisdom in his brides eyes.
Great was the peoples joy; for no longer forsaken!
And content to dwell beneath the stars, People of Twilight,
Named the Grey Ones, in honor of their High King;
For over 3000 years did he reign in great might.
The greatest of Firstborn in the mortal lands,
Were those who were called the Grey.
Mighty were they, and vast their realm,
The Queens Girdle ever held evil at bay.
Lovers of trees were the Grey
House of Feanor ChemistryElements:House of Feanor Chemistry4 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.
Nerdanel: will bond with a Feanor to produce the Seven Sons of Feanor molecules. The Nerdanel molecule itself is usually found bonded to a Mahtan or Feanor element, or by itself far away from other Noldorian elements.
Maedhros: non-polar molecule made up of Nerdanel and Feanor elements with a higher number of Nerdanels. May bond with a Fing
AT: LostIt was Maglor’s begetting day. Caranthir looked around the camp and noticed how wrong the entire scene was.AT: Lost2 years ago in Drama More Like This
Fingolfin was here, and Fingon too, but Aredhel was gone with Turgon.
Caranthir saw Maedhros, who was sitting by Maglor and Fingon. That was the only right part of the entire scene, his oldest brothers together with Fingon, swapping stories and joking as they kept an eye on everyone else. Of course, that image of perfect rightness only lasted until Maedhros raised his arm, and then it shattered in a hundred memories of guilt and loss. The only thing that made it better was that Maedhros still had the two elves that were always at his side in Valinor.
The rest were harder to look at. Celegorm and Curufin were together with Celebrimbor. If he looked long enough, he could almost imagine the scene as it should be, Aredhel laughing as she darted forward to pick up Celebrimbor and toss him to Celegorm to catch, his sister-in-law laughing as she saw her son thrown thr
PARTY"PARTY!" As always, Turko had to announce his views on the matter in the loudest way possible. It made Nelyo's ears hurt at times, just to hear him yell. But Turko was Turko, and at least he hadn't assisted Father or Curvo with lighting anything on fire in recent months. As he turned the corner however, Nelyo's heart almost stopped.PARTY3 years ago in Humor More Like This
In the middle of the field behind the house, his brothers (with the exception of Curvo, who was running errands with the Father, who had wanted to get some more copper before the winter set in) were all gathered around a huge bonfire. In the middle of this bonfire was a burning elf. Horror struck, Nelyo began to run at the bonfire, only to be stopped when a barrel of tar ran into him - on fire, of course, as nothing in his life could ever be simple. Running behind the barrel was Findekano, and behind him was Aegnor with another barrel lit on fire. (That, on theother hand, was no surprise. The number of times he had to listen to Resto rant about how troubles
The Secret Garden"I know what you're thinking about," Nolofinwe's known, beloved voice whispered in Anaire's ear.The Secret Garden3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Really?" she answered playfully, her eyes laughing.
"Yes," he kissed her neck and hugged her from behind. "For I'm reminded of our first meeting as well "
They were standing in a hidden spot between the many trees that surrounded 'their secret garden', as they came to view it. It seemed every child found this spot and claimed it to be his or her own, and currently their son, Findekano, was playing there with his cousin and friend, Nelyafinwe son of Feanaro.
"It was not so long ago, you know," Anaire said, turning in his arms to demand a kiss on the lips.
"Mmm true " came the reply.
Anaire laughed again. "Come. Let us leave them alone."
"Do you want to play with me?"
The girl lifted her head, surprised. She was sprawled on the grass, an opened book before her and an apple, half eaten, in her right hand. Above her stand a boy about her age, his long, black hair tied with
Like Moth to a FlameMelkor beholds the eldest son of Finwë in the white city of Tirion. He sees him approachhead held high, intricate robes billowing, hair braided with weaving gold and red. He sees him pass and feels the resonating power, the elegance and the confidence, and the wrath. He sees him leave, and hides a vicious smile seen by none.Like Moth to a Flame4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Melkor beholds the greatest creations of Curufinwë Fëanáro at a great feast before the Valar. He sees their dazzling, shining light of the Two Trees, and their perfect, rounded shape. He sees the dreams of the Valar and the hopes of the Elves, and the accursed Music of Eru resounds in his ears. But more than that, his eyes are drawn to that fair face with its fiery eyes and that zealous, prideful soul.
Melkor beholds the burning spirit of Fëanor as he watches him work in his forge. He sees the unquenchable pride and voracious determination, and the will and ability to succeed magnificently. He sees the burning wrath and the cold cruel
Beren and LuthienIn Doriath an elven-kingBeren and Luthien3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Took to himself a Maia queen:
Strange was that love, not spoken of
Ere then; its like was never seen.
Queen Melian a magic ring
Wove 'round their land, to shield it well
From orcish spies and prying eyes
And all who would its secrets tell.
As love had bound, so passion shaped,
And life there grew in Melian:
The elven-child grew strong and wild,
Her parents named her Lúthien.
Lúthien walked where snow yet draped
The woods, and when she'd dance and sing,
Ice warmed and broke, the river spoke,
And winter's chill gave way to spring.
When many years had come and gone
She danced as ever 'neath the trees.
Her sapphire gown blew out around,
And raven hair streamed in the breeze.
Her song brought spring with that pale dawn;
When from the air the chill had passed,
As deft and light as blossoms white
Her feet skimmed fleetly o'er the grass.
Not far from where she danced alone
Beren roamed lost within the wood.
He heard her song and followed long,
And finding her
The Dangers of DrinkingThe first time Eärwen got really drunk was a few nights after her marriage. She and Arafinwë were having a quiet time, watching The Trees and sharing stories, kisses and wine. Time flew by, Telperion almost reached his waning, and they were lost in their own world. She was quite drunk, and for years she'd been dreaming of being a mother; he was completely naïve in the matter of raising children, being the youngest son of Finwë. In the morning she woke with a severe headache and no recollection whatsoever of the end of the previous night. A year later, however, Artafindë Ingoldo was born.The Dangers of Drinking3 years ago in Humor More Like This
Findaráto, as he was usually called, was a charming child. Hair as golden as his father's and big blue eyes like his mother's, he made many a head turn around and gape at him admiringly while he passed by. There had never been a problem with him, though. Of course, he did some mischief from time to time, especially when his cousins were around, but he was never mean, and a
AtarIn later days, when Maglor lingered on the sea shore by himself, as the winter winds nipped at his fingers and made it even harder for him to play than it normally was, and thoughts entered his mind about hating winter, he would sometimes remember winters in the past. Before his brothers and father died, before the kinslayings, before the Silmarils had even been forged, and for a brief moment, the years would melt away and he would feel warm again. On those days, he did not remember the look on his brothers’ faces as they died, or the way his father had turned to ashes before their eyes. Instead, he remembered how when they were children they had believed in such silly stories as Atar Hrive and how indulgent his parents had been of their behavior on those days. It couldn’t have been easy, even after Maedhros and he had grown old enough to know better, and had started to help their father lay out the gifts that night, there had still been five of them to listen to.Atar3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The Ballad of Feanor[DAERON]The Ballad of Feanor3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Attend the tale of Fëanor.
His deeds, no Elda had done before.
He forged three jewels that held the light,
But guarded them jealously into the night.
He swore an oath no other swore,
The Demon Prince of Formenos.
He caused his family naught but strife.
Estranged his brothers and left his wife.
He led his people from paradise.
The Doom of the Noldor- their terrible price.
But much more
The Demon Prince of Formenos.
Swing your sword up high, Fëa!
Get what you pursue!
Freely flows the blood of those who hinder you.
He took the ships from their crews at night,
And slew them all when they tried to fight.
He sailed away while his brother stayed
Then burned all the vessels and left him, betrayed.
The flames that rose upon the shore,
The Demon Prince of Formenos.
Banished into disgrace he was,
Genius fallen from grace, he was.
Lash of the tongue, point of the blade-
No one was safe from the Noldor's crusade.
LossTurgonLoss4 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 the captains of Men, and must abandon my fatalistic thoughts for action, though the overwhelming grief for my father's house refuses to loosen its clutches so easily. I fight on because I can do nothing else, and my eyes sting, though from dust or tears I do not know.
As I order a full retreat, my voice breaks and I curse the F
Elwing's LullabySleep in peace, my gentle children:Elwing's Lullaby5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Though there seems no end to night,
Every day which falls in shadow
In its time will dawn in light.
See the Moon dressed all in silver,
Chasing stars across the sky.
He will keep your fears away
And leave sweet dreams for you and I.
Now the stars above are shining,
Calling you to peaceful rest.
By the shores the sea is singing,
Telling stories of the West.
When the chains of Night are broken
And the Light at last is free,
Then the world shall know the blessings
Waiting far beyond the sea.
Dream of hope, my stars, my darlings,
'Till the morning comes anew.
I will stay beside your beds
And keep a vigil over you.
AA - The Hardest ThingsThe havens are ransacked. The Silmarilli are lost. And we are left, here, with nothing but pain and regret.AA - The Hardest Things3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Dead corpses litter the ground. Everywhere I look, there is blood. Blood and bodies. Weapons and shields. Everyone is dead, Sindar and Noldor alike. The stench is unbearable.
I turn away from Maitimo, from my broken army, and begin walking back up the long, sloping hill. I do not stop when they call me. I do not want to see more. No more suffering. No more death.
All of this, for three jewels... those accursed, priceless jewels. I hate them; I despise them; and yet I will go to the ends of the earth for them.
I finally stop when I feel someone's hand on my shoulder.
"Kano," he says, quietly. It is Maitimo.
I ignore him.
He tries again. "Kano, there are children."
I shake my head. I do not want to know how many people lie died, or how many of them were women and children. I shake his hand off, and keep walking.
"They are alive." Maitimo raises his voice now, calling to me. "Elwing
Sindarin NamesASindarin Names6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Aegnor Sharp Flame
Aldamir Tree Jewel
Amandil Devoted to Aman
Amlaith Upspring, Laughter
Amras Russet top
Forgiveness“I forgive you,” Maedhros was startled to hear those words from behind him. Quickly he turned, only to stare in shock at who exactly had found him in this deep and lonely section of the Halls.Forgiveness3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Smiling sadly, Dior continued, “May I talk to you for a little while?”
Nodding, Maedhros was still wary of actually speaking. He hoped that this was not some trick his imagination was playing on him, brought upon him by his refusal to leave this portion of the Halls and talk to anyone else.
Dior sat – as much as any of them could actually sit. Anything they did in the Halls was less fulfilling than it had been in their real lives, a somewhat cruel mockery of what they had been. Maedhros had glimpsed a few of his relatives that had never accepted that fact, preferring to put of a pretense that it was actually the same. Angrod had insisted that Namo install a bath for them to use, preferring to continue in such a pointless activity to abandoning the type of life h
Kagamine Len - Uninstall - 1Crap. I shut down the internet page immediately. I knew I should have used Firefox, but it such a pain to download things and I had firewalls and stuff already installed.Kagamine Len - Uninstall - 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I didn't think it would cause a problem. I began scanning my system to see if the virus had been able to enter my system. McAffe, Avira, Kaspersky, Norton, AVG, Bitdefender I ran them all simultaneously while checking that no malicious content had been automatically downloaded and clearing my cookies and history. After around seventeen tense minutes all the messages came back the same; No malicious items/ software has been detected, all systems functioning normally. Satisfied with that answer and not wanting to tempt fate anymore, I gave up on my late-night porn hunt and shut down.
The first thing I noticed when my internal alarm rang, signalling the beginning of a new 16-hour cycle, was that my colour projection was slightly-off. I put it down to the human qualities master had installed and shook it off. Master
The NoldorMighty are the Second Kindred,The Noldor8 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.
At FaultAt Fault3 years 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 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