SparkAll light had failed.Spark3 years ago in Drama More Like This
There was only darkness. Darkness, and him, and the pain. The pain was the only thing that was not dark. When Maedhros closed his eyes, the pain even blocked out the darkness, drowning it, mostly red, sometimes white.
There were no stars; even they had failed. Maybe they were still there somewhere, above the reeking fumes and smokes of the furnaces of Angband. Maybe they were already gone. Maybe the world was already gone. He had no way of knowing. Sometimes, it would rain, but the rain was black and oily, and it stank. There was no clean thing left in the world. It burned in his eyes and in the many wounds upon his body.
There were no voices, no sounds except the wind. The Orcs did not come up here. He thought that, ultimately, that was why they had chained him here. Down in the dungeons, even when they'd tortured him, there had still been something in him that had fought. Just seeing their faces had filled him with a burning fire of hatred, and the hatred had fu
Maedhros: Son of FireHe was the fireMaedhros: Son of Fire3 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
80 things learned from TolkienPretty, shiny things are hazardous to your health.80 things learned from Tolkien5 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
Spark - final chapterBurdenSpark - final chapter3 years ago in Drama More Like This
The lake-shore lay under several inches of snow, the lake frozen and covered with a white blanket. Maedhros sat leaning against the trunk of a leafless willow, whose branches vanished into the ice, hung with glittering icicles like glass beads. The sinking sun threw long-fingered shadows across the icy lake and frozen fields, creeping behind the Mountains of Mithrim in the west, in what felt to Maedhros like a constant reminder that no hope would come from that direction.
He was wrapped in a warm cloak against the cold, his right arm in a sling to prevent him from jolting movements. The stump was still tender to the touch, but he knew that, in time, it would heal completely.
The lake lay to his right, the last rays of sunlight turning it into a glittering spectacle trying to catch his eye, but he was not looking at it. His gaze was to the northeast.
There, across the peaks of Ered Wethrin, lay Angband. The day had been grey and cloudy, so he could barely make out the moun
Royal Houses of GondolinName House of the KingRoyal Houses of Gondolin7 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
Water dancing (Glorfindel x reader)Droplets of water caught light and refracted it as you lifted one foot upwards. You spun around in the small pool of water, the water reaching your ankles. The sun shimmered on the water's surface, almost blinding you from white shining as if stars.Water dancing (Glorfindel x reader)1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Your arms were outstretched and you were were dancing silently to an untold beat, as if someone was playing a flute in the distance. There was the sound of your foot skimming the water's surface, ripples being made in the still pool. The fresh summer breeze still lingered in Imladris, and out of this small lake were fresh leaves of hemlock and clover, starting to stiffen from oncoming fall.
The scene was beautiful to a silent watcher, one who had not moved in the last ten minutes. He watched silk and flesh move as both were flowing water. Hair was free from any restraint and his mouth went dry as he simply watched. Surely this was not just an elf, but a beauty also containing Maia. How else could it be explained?
He leaned his head against
Spark - chapter 2WordsSpark - chapter 23 years ago in Drama More Like This
Words and music. Two things that were so far removed that it took Maedhros a while to even realize they were there. His mind still did not understand them, but his heart did, at least in part. It recognized them as something to break through the endless cycle of painful heartbeats, and left him no say in the matter. He suddenly found that it had the music, and the words, as if it remembered them from a time long ago, though that seemed impossible. They came automatically, forcing themselves out of him with such strength that he couldn't hold them back. He sang the words, sang the music, without having any recollection of how to sing, or how to speak.
He fell silent with exhaustion, and found that not only his song, but also the other had stopped. There was no despair. He accepted it, as he had accepted everything for so long, until a voice cried out to him.
He stood there, a spectre from a different life, a tiny figure cut out from paper and stuck into the wrong picture,
Spark - chapter 3GuiltSpark - chapter 33 years ago in Drama More Like This
Turgon's voice was cold. It was always cold when Maedhros heard him speak, which was seldom. Fingolfin's and most of the others' were usually rather flat around him, even the healers'.
"His brother is at the gate."
Fingon turned from his chair at Maedhros' bed to look at his brother standing in the door. "Which of them?" he asked in surprise.
Turgon laughed without humour. "Does it matter?"
"It does. Can you imagine Caranthir walking through our camp? There'd be blood."
"It's Maglor. So there probably won't be blood. Not that he'd deserve it any less." Turgon's voice was dark with resentment. "Atar allowed him to pass. Mainly because he had the decency to request, not to demand."
"Leave him in peace," Fingon said wearily. "He is here to see his brother, no more."
"Why did you have to bring him here?" Turgon said bitterly. "He's got more than enough brothers on the other side of the lake whom it wouldn't hurt to have their share in nursing him back to health."
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
Common Sindarin PhrasesCommon Sindarin Phrases3 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
An Old LegendAn Old Legend3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ages long gone and ages long passed
Shades of grey, man's memory fades fast
The glory days told of old
Shines as brightly as silver and gold
Before the dark, before the strife
Before many of the spans of life
There lied the glory that men bore
The gilded light of Westernesse's shore
That era of brilliance, that age of wealth
That time of wisdom and of great health
Those days are passed or so it is said
As now the great kings of lore lie dead
Is there a hope against such reckless hate?
Where does it lie? The enemy's gate
Draws nearer every day
And now there is little that holds him at bay
But still we hold on to legends and tales
What more will we have when the strength of men fails?
There is still one yet who holds the power
To aid this land in its darkest hour.
From father to son, the title has been given
In the shadows these brave people have striven
To drive away the darkness that besets all
While there is still life in them, men shall not fall
I know the king shall come again, f
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 Here2 years 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?"
Spark - chapter 5StrengthSpark - chapter 53 years ago in Drama More Like This
"So Fingon has told you."
"I found out on my own."
"We thought it would be best not to tell you until you were stronger."
"That would have been quite a feat."
Maglor shot his older brother an almost anxious glance, not asking the next question: So how did you take it?
Maedhros was sitting up in bed again, propped up against pillows, as he had almost all the time since the previous day. His back, shoulder and arm weren't taking it well, but he was determined not to give up any hard-earned ground. Sitting up had meant having his right arm in plain sight for twenty-four hours. He had risen to the challenge, having spent most of that time staring at the stump, trying to accept that it was a part of him now.
He could not deny that the discovery that he was maimed had left him badly shaken. It had cast a doubt on every single thing that he had been clinging to since first realising that his ordeal was over. Revenge. Strength. Normality. Fingon's reac
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 SPOILERS2 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
DarknessEver since the birth of the twins, Nerdanel had been haunted by some inexplicable feeling. She would look at themthe two young redheads attached at the hipsand it would overcome her again. In her very deepest heart there would be a darkness writhing just beneath her calm façade, screaming that something was wrong. The thick tension in the air grew by the day, and it never left her alone, that feeling that something terrible was on the brink of fruitation...Darkness3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
And then she would see those all those smiling young facesher dear, beloved sonsand wish never to let them go. Every time they left her sight
"You are merely being overprotective" Fëanáro would tell her, but she knew it wasn't so. His silver eyes would meet hers, and he would remember the day they were born as if it were yesterday, just as she did. But he would never admit that her words had struck a chord within him.
The Parentage of Gil-galadThe Parentage of Gil-galadThe Parentage of Gil-galad3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Warnings: Complete and utter crack. Rather OOC Maedhros, dense teenage Gil-galad, mentions of slash and mpreg (neither of which are taken seriously at all). Basically just complete silliness. Apologies for bad Star Wars reference.
Initially, the news that one of the sons of Fëanor was riding into the refugee settlement at the Mouths of Sirion caused something of a panic. Every few minutes, one of the terrified Falathrim or Sindar would come bursting through the door of Círdan the Shipwright, crying, "They have come for the Silmarils! We're all going to die!" and continuing to babble in that vein until Círdan calmly pointed out that it was highly unlikely, considering that no one there had any Silmarils in the first place. This continued for a good hour, until a messenger bearing the Fëanorian star arrived at the aforementioned door with a rather strange m
LossTurgonLoss3 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 NoldorMighty are the Second Kindred,The Noldor7 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
MAEDHROS Unit Owner ManualCongratulations! You are now a proud owner of a MAEDHROS Unit! To ensure that you receive the full benefits of your Eldest Son of FEANOR, please read these instructions carefully, and follow them closely, for not doing so will result in him jumping off into the fire out of depression (talk about out from the frying pan, into the fire ), which will make him end up within the Halls of MANDOS, helping the said VALAR Unit to supervise his Brother Units who end up there earlier due to Kinslaying.MAEDHROS Unit Owner Manual3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Name: MAEDHROS, also responds to RUSSANDOL, NELYAFINWE, NELYO, and MAITIMO
Date of Birth: Age of Two Trees
Place of Manufacture: Tirion, Valinor
Height: Really tall. (He isn't called Maedhros the Tall for nothing!)
Weight: Typical elves' weight!
Module Type: Obliging and protective
Your MAEDHROS unit will come with the following accessories:
~Several royal robes
~Several hair ties
~Artificial right han
Dimples“Now, you must know that I am right.”Dimples2 years ago in Humor More Like This
“Must I, Nelyo?”
Anairë looked up from her book as she heard voices drifting over the hillside. She was not quite sure who was coming. Atar and Amil had probably mentioned some important visitor coming this way from Tirion, since Atar always knew who was coming to visit Ingwë, but they were always ever so boring. Talk of jewels and children, and a lack of intelligent discussion without insults. And these two boys sounded like nothing more than the typical children from everywhere. Really, they were always around her age, but acted like they were no more than two.
While she had been fuming at the interruption to her reading, the boys had crossed over the hill. One of them was red haired, laughing merrily as he motioned his horse to race ahead of the other elf. The other made to race after him, but then spotted her. She groaned as he approached.
“Hello,” he said, dimples showing as he smiled.
Spark - chapter 4MaimedSpark - chapter 43 years ago in Drama More Like This
His broken shoulder was finally healing. The healers had expressed their amazement at the fact, but for Maedhros, it didn't bring that much of a change for the better. Progress and healing were still slow. He could turn his head without passing out from dizziness, and he found he could even move his right arm again, but it felt so strange, alien, and raw, that he mostly remained lying the way he was, still enduring them doing almost everything for him. And there was something else, a nagging fear of something unspoken. He had not had a look at his right hand in all this time.
"What aren't you telling me?" he finally found the courage to ask Fingon one evening, after the bandages were changed and the healer had left.
Fingon became just a bit too preoccupied with rearranging the covers. "What do you mean?" he asked.
"My hand won't heal, will it?"
Fingon looked down at his hands. It was slightly more difficult to read his face when he was not meeting Maedhros' eyes.
"Don't lie to m
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.&
Like Father, Like Son - a LotR ficNever in Arda had there ever been something so beautiful, so perfect.Like Father, Like Son - a LotR fic3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Oropher traced the outline of the newborns' cheek with the tip of his finger, completely dazzled by the bundle of sheer beauty he held in his arms.
A turf of pale hair, so soft. Chubby hands, chubby feet, so small. A pink, round face, so lovely, so cuddly. A pair of big, blue eyes, so bright, so innocent, and yet he could already feel a sharp intelligence developing beneath that wide blue gaze.
A small, pink hand grabbed the diamond pendant Oropher wore around his neck with much more strength one would expect from a four-hour-old elfling, no doubt with the intention of playing with it or sucking on it. When Oropher removed the priceless piece of jewelry from the hands of the newborn, the baby immediately voiced his displeasure at the top of his tiny lungs. Before Oropher was even aware of his actions, the shiny object was once more within the brace of a pair of chubby arms, already full of baby slobber. On