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
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
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
The Secret Garden"I know what you're thinking about," Nolofinwe's known, beloved voice whispered in Anaire's ear.The Secret Garden4 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
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 Here3 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?"
Sonnet- Maedhros to Fingon(Warning for mild slash)Sonnet- Maedhros to Fingon3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I met you as a child with plaited hair,
And wildness that I soon grew to adore.
Your ringing laughter echoed through the air
In joyous days when we did not know war.
Just when we felt our future was assured,
I lost you when our haven turned to black.
Through fire, ice, and shackles love endured-
You cut me out of hell and brought me back.
Since broken on the battlefield you lie,
What of my soul remains is now consumed
By guilt, for though I left you there to die,
My heart with yours will ever be entombed.
Without you, dearest cousin, lover, friend,
I may live on, but I will never mend.
ChoicesSo again it has come to pass. We spilt the precious blood of our kin. Two guards lie dead and silent on the floor of the tent. Several others fix their empty and yet accusing gazes up to the dawning sky and beyond the boundaries of the world. As many others before them, they stood in our path – and we dispatched them. A dull echo of remorse resonates faintly somewhere deep within my soul at the realization of how easy it was. For me, anyway.Choices3 years ago in Drama More Like This
There used to be times, when shedding our kin's blood would be an alien concept to us, something beyond our imagination. But those times seem so distant now... We used to be so innocent, centuries ago. I've forgotten what it felt like. Innocence, once lost, cannot be regained – nor truly remembered.
Yet again, I find myself wondering about when exactly did this occur. Which of those bridges we've crossed was that of no return. When everything we used to be transformed into everything we're now. When we stopped making choices... With a cold indiffer
BustedBusted4 years ago in Drama More Like This
It was a warm afternoon, and the dust in the air swirled about Fëanáro Curufinwë's feet as he walked in the halls of his father. He was coming from the forge where he had been working on some gems. He was particularly proud of today's result -- he had made a small diamond shaped like a star.
Nothing could dampen the spirits of the young prince -- until he turned into another corridor and saw what he would have to walk past if he was to get to his room. There stood one of Fëanáro's least favourite persons -- second only to his step-mother. His young half-brother Nolofinwë stood in the corridor. For some reason he was clutching a quill in his hand and blushed when he saw his elder brother strutting in and raising his eyebrow suspiciously.
"What are you doing here?" Fëanáro asked his brother who he had successfully avoided meeting for the past few days. Nolofinwë said nothing, but looked at his toes. For some reason he was standing in a puddle
J. R. R. TolkienJust see who entersJ. R. R. Tolkien4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the realm of dreams
that none have seen
legends of old
Molding them into
Reaping the fruits
that in his mind grow
to rivers of words
that from his pen flow
Travel through the lands,
follow the dream
He gives you his hand...
Enter with him!
AkallabethAkallabeth3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Yet such was the cunning of Sauron, and the strength of his hidden will, that ere three years had passed, he bacame close to the councils of the king...And Sauron spoke to the king, saying that his strength was so great, he need not be subject to the ban of the Valar. Then the king harkened to Sauron...and in those days the fleets of the Numenoreans blackened the waters west of the land...and Sauron withdrew to the inmost circles of his dark temple. (Akallabêth, The Silmarillion)
Once he laughed,
In his dark hall-
The lord of all.
Twice he laughed,
For weak-willed men
Who fell, became
His servants then.
Thrice he laughed,
The shadows rang-
Though Doom upon
a thread should hang.
A final time
Would he have laughed?
But then Doom fell-
An iron shaft.
Seemed to frown
On Sauron Gorthaur,
He guessed not
The Valar's wrath,
Though long we walked
His Master's path...
Until the Void
Of Morgoth's crown
Claimed Sauron G
Sand and MusicSand and MusicSand and Music4 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.&
The House of Finarfin FINARFINThe House of Finarfin7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Name Finwe Arafinwe Finwion
Meaning Finwe, Noble Finwe, Son of Finwe
Name in Sindarin Finarfin
Position 2nd High King of the Noldor
Talents Known for his beauty and wisdom
Female Quenya NamesName MeaningFemale Quenya Names7 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
An Old LegendAn Old Legend4 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
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.
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
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 Manual4 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
The First SnowThe First Snow10 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
CELEGORM Unit Owner ManualCongratulations! You are now a proud owner of a CELEGORM Unit! To ensure that you receive the full benefits of your Lord of Himlad, please read these instructions carefully, and follow them closely, for not doing so will result in him being depressed and went towards the world ends to find LUTHIEN Unit just to steal her from BEREN Unit, then going back into MANDOS Unit's Halls and made a personalized mirror with the help of his Brother Unit CURUFIN.CELEGORM Unit Owner Manual4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Name: CELEGORM, also responds to TURCAFINWE and TYELKORMO
Date of Birth: Age of Two Trees
Place of Manufacture: Valinor
Weight: Typical elves' weight!
Module Type: Hasty
Your CELEGORM unit will come with the following accessories:
~Bow and arrows
~Several royal robes
~Several hair ties
Your CELEGORM Unit is a Unit that prefers things to finish early, however cares his Brother Units a lot. Just like the other Sons of FEANOR Uni
The Houses of the Edain THE HOUSE OF BEORThe Houses of the Edain7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The 1st House of the Edain
The first of the Edain to enter Beleriand
First discovered by Finrod
Greatly loved by the Noldor
Dark haired and grey eyed
Famous for their love of learning
Estolad Year 311-355 1st Age of the Sun
Dorthonian Year 355-455 1st Age of the Sun
Dor-lomin Year 455-472 1st Age of the
The Parentage of Gil-galadThe Parentage of Gil-galadThe Parentage of Gil-galad4 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
Veleth Reniar aen -Sindarin-Veleth Reniar aen -Sindarin-4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
2011 ©Charissa Klassen
Language: Sindarin (J.R.R. Tolkien)
(translation is below)
Nan Veleth feir Ia Reniar aen.
Ethuil hen i-hant bain pêl naer
Nu 'elais vraig gala dagi lyth pain
Mas minlu lyth a gelaidh edlothiant.
Dint pîn miriant dolthad ned glae voe
A duilin laew edona líreg ned gylf dynd
An chír pân avar miriad a linnad.
Mas i-hantien fael ia melant hant hen?
I-eleth mistant or rîw a rhîw dartha.
Mas glennant han lam velui liria voe
'lass dothol ned aur nuin duilin laew.
Si u-ben renia hant hen ah i-eleth?
Tiro! En renion vae, eleth velui hen.
Edhellim bain gwant círa ath aearon,
Nae! avar melad amar firol hen?
"Novaer naer hen pedin be lu toll
An illaid prestar aen, naeth a glass."
I-eleth galen pent anim po aur han
"Ui-renio i-ven amar bronannen ammen,
An uim awartha i-amar hen an uir.
Alle Perian vuin ui annathon rîn nîn.
U-bân naeth arfael a 'novaer' vethed."
An aearon ned gwaith în radant
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
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