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
At FaultAt Fault4 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
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.Atar4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
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.
Elwing's LullabySleep in peace, my gentle children:Elwing's Lullaby6 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.
Thorin Oakenshield fic pt 9 MAY BE SPOILERSBofur handed everyone their food, I grabbed my bowl and went to sit against a wall, or at least what was left of it.Thorin Oakenshield fic pt 9 MAY BE SPOILERS3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
It was a clear night, the stars were so visible, you could see them for miles.
I was looking through a hole in the roof at said stars when I felt boards under me shift.
I looked up to see Thorin sitting down next to me.
"Oh." I said as he sat next to me with his dinner.
"You were all alone over here. I thought you'd want some company."
It was hard to hide the surprise on my face, but I recovered quickly.
"Well, thank you." I smiled at him.
He ate some of his stew, and I did the same.
Suddenly, Fili ran up to the house.
"Trolls....have.....Bilbo!!" He said between breaths.
"What?!" Thorin quickly stood up. "Where?"
Every one grabbed their weapons and followed Fili to the trolls.
I grabbed my sword from my saddle and began to follow them.
Gloin ran past me, then stopped, "Lass, trolls are a bit too much for ye. You stay here and watch the rest of the ponies. Make sure we d
Lament to Doriath and GondolinLament to Doriath and Gondolin12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Oh! Weep for those that died by Sirion's stream,
Turgon's halls are desolate, whose land a dream;
Weep, for the harps of Doriath now lie still,
Mourn—where Thingol hath dwelt the fish now dwell!
And where shall Doriath lave her bleeding feet?
And when shall Menegroth's songs again seem sweet?
And Gondolin's melody once more rejoice
The hearts that leap'd before its heavenly voice?
Elves of the wandering foot and weary breast,
How shall ye flee away and be at rest!
The great eagle hath his eyrie, the nightingale her tree,
But Doriath and Gondolin now lie in the sea!
Elven CitiesFOUNDED DURING THE AGES OF STARLIGHTElven Cities7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Alqualonde Haven of Swans
Avallónë Haven near Valinor
Eglarest Elf Shore
Formenos Fortress of the North
THE 1st AGE OF THE SUN
Bared Eithel Tower Well
Barad Nimras White Horn Tower
Royal Houses of GondolinName House of the KingRoyal Houses of Gondolin8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Function Bodyguard of the King's family
Traits Wear red, white and gold
Leader Turgon the Wise
Trait King of Gondolin
Bravest warrior in Gondolin
Name House of th
A Letter to AmarieNargothrond, FA 465A Letter to Amarie4 years ago in Romance More Like This
My dearest Amarië!
I do not know if I still have the right to call you that - not "dearest", for you will ever remain the dearest one in this world to me, but "my"...
I still remember your face when we parted. That memory will be forever carved deeply into my mind. The pain in your eyes haunted me across the cruel ice of Helcaraxë, freezing my heart more than the wailing wind.
You did not weep. You knew I wouldn't be able to look at your tears. You knew I had to leave, and didn't want to make it harder to me. But the unshed tears fell like heavy stones into my soul.
You let me go.
I had to.
The new lands called to me with a voice of freedom and adventure. I could not stay behind. Both restlessness and responsibility to my people drew me forwards, into exile.
I don't regret my decision. It made me who I am now. Through hardship, I found purpose. I knew joy and pain, the thrill of battle, the headiness of vi
Female Quenya NamesName MeaningFemale Quenya Names8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Ancalime Most Bright
Amarie Of the Home
Amilesse Mother Name
Artanis Noble Woman
Earwen Sea Maiden
Elentari Star Queen
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
MaglorI looked sadly to Maedhros, silently pleading with him one final time to repent the oath, but there was a fire in his eyes, and I knew he would not be swayed. He took no notice to my glance, or perhaps he just did not wish to. I felt an unnatural fear in my heart as we continued to walk silently to Eönwë's camp.Maglor5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Silmaril a word that in the past had brought such fire and longing to my heart now created nothing but emptiness.
The silmarils could not be worth the act we were soon to commit, nor any that we had before committed. The very thought of my quest for those holy relics now only filled my heart with shame and weariness .
Oh how I wished to return home to my beloved! But alas, she was far too kind and good to still love an ellon such as I. I would never be loved again, and now had nothing to live for. I now only regret our marriage, not because I have stopped loving her, which I shall never do, but because she is bound to a kin slayer and oath-taker for all ete
Kings and Queens of Numenor KINGS AND QUEENS OF NUMENORKings and Queens of Numenor8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
THE EARLY DAYS
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
Quenya NamesName MeaningQuenya Names8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Aikanar Sharp Flame
Aiwendil Friend of Birds
Aldaron Lord of Trees
Ambarato Champion of Doom
Angarato Iron Champion
Aracano High Chieftain
Arakano High Commander
Arafinwe Noble Finwe
Atanamir Jewel of Man
Atarinke Little Father
Carnistir Red faced
Curufinwe Wise/skillful son of Finwe
Curumo Man of cunning devices
Elmo Dear star
Elwe Star Male
Eonwe Strong Son
Eru The One
Feanoro Spirit of Fire
Feanturi Master of Spirits
Findekano Skilled Hero
Finderato Gold Champion
Finwe Skilled one
Iarwain Ben-Adar Old without Father
The First SnowThe First Snow11 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He climbed onto the tower top. Brisk, frosty air surrounded him. The landscape down the hill was covered with mist.
Winter morning in Himring.
And the first snow.
The floor was already well sprinkled with delicate snowflakes.
He wrapped his thick long shawl tighter around his shoulders and slowly put a bare foot on the snow. At first he felt nothing, his skin was still warmed with the bath. He followed with his other foot, nothing. A step forward. Still nothing. Silence. Calm.
Slowly he walked to the middle of the turret. Now he was starting to feel the chill and dampness under his feet but still it was not unpleasant.
Snowflakes were lazily drifting before his eyes. He wanted to reach out, to catch them, to hold them in his hand, but... He had only one hand. The attempts to hold his shawl with the stump nearly ended with the garment falling. All he could do was to reach out with the stump or...
Put his face towards it, as towards the Sun.
He closed his eyes. The first snowflakes gentl
Forgotten LanternForgotten Lantern3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Legolas walked into the moonlit forest. The air was humid and steamy from a soft rain. It smelled of rotting wood touched with a hint of wild honeysuckle. He walked stealthily pressing on the damp floor of the forest through the slanted beams of moonlight that were cast amid the grey trunks of the ancient trees. The air grew heavier as he neared the sacred place beneath the great oaks where he knew he would find his father. A place where Thranduil always seemed to drift away to find solitude. Legolas smiled down at his father’s forgotten lantern—it sat alone casting a silver glow on the tall, wispy grass. It was not a beacon of welcome but a sign that none were allowed beyond this point. In this place, the only thing allowed was Thranduil’s thoughts-but Legolas stepped forward knowing that this night he was needed.
Legolas walked up behind him, unseen and unheard, but he knew Thranduil would sense he was already there. The air was full of ligh
LossTurgonLoss5 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
The AvariBorn of the Quendi, were they,The Avari8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The result of their races First Sunder.
Chose, they did, to remain in the land of their birth,
When for the West, the others did hunger.
No desire have we for Treelight, said they.
The stars are all we need.
And so when the other Kindred set forth,
The summons of the Powers they did not heed.
No, was their reply to the Emissaries,
The land of our birth we will not forsake.
So remain behind they did, when the others crossed the Sea;
By the waters where their kind did awake.
New names were given to the sundered group-
The Firstborn of which this song is telling.
For while those who set forth became The People of the Stars,
Those who remained behind were called The Unwilling.
A tribal people were they, with neither cities nor kings,
Of them few tales and no fame;
But first were they to greet the Secondborn,
And their teachers they became.
Sindarin NamesASindarin Names7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Aegnor Sharp Flame
Aldamir Tree Jewel
Amandil Devoted to Aman
Amlaith Upspring, Laughter
Amras Russet top
Noldorin Agony[CELEGORM]Noldorin Agony4 years 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!
What's an elf prince to do?
When the one thing you want
Is a thing that's related to you.
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!
Oh, great Valar above!
Why must this lovely woman be
Far too stubborn to love?
Oh, the torture they teach!
What's as intriguing-
Or half so fatiguing-
As what's out of reach?
Am I not sensitive,
As kind as I'm handsome
And heir to a throne?
No, you're not and you know it, so stop that!
(sarcastic) How clever.
You're making me mad!
(darkly) You know nothing of madness
Til she's und
Elven RealmsFOUNDED DURING THE AGES OF STARLIGHTElven Realms7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Beleriand Country of Balar/Osse
Doriath Land of the Girdle, Guarded Kingdom
Eglador Land of Elves
Falas Coast, Shore
Nan Elmoth Forest of Star Dusk
Neldoreth Forest of Beech
The Mirror Cracked'A blazing wave devours white shore,'The Mirror Cracked3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The poets muse on Feanor,
While they should wish him nothing more
Than swiftly falling ash.
In reckless words we forged our fate,
In white-hot script for cracking slate,
Each syllable the world's weight -
But gladly were we crushed.
I saw blood in the soft sea wrack;
Each sea-elf dead a mirror's crack
In our own faces staring back
From all the noble slain.
In Dior's blessed and empty face
I searched for us but found no trace.
The mirror shattered. Only grace
We bear no more stared back.
The waves closed over Elwing's head,
Dissolved the Light that silver bled
Into a face that held no dread;
So different from ourselves.
Not princes now, nor kings, but thieves,
And reckless as the falling leaves,
We take the Jewels and my heart grieves:
For all the world is stained.
For this the final Doom we bear:
In blood spilt red as Nelyo's hair;
The golden Vanyar lying there
Dead, even as our hearts.
The living Light is agony;
A shining, sharp finality:
A leap i