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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
The Ballad of Feanor[DAERON]The Ballad of Feanor1 year 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,
Did Fëanor:
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
Paid Fëanor:
The Demon Prince of Formenos.
[COMPANY]
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
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
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
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
The SindarAlso of the Third Kindred, were they,The Sindar6 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 bride’s eyes.
Great was the peoples’ joy; for no longer forsaken
Of Names and DecisionsFair child without sorrowOf Names and Decisions1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Is your life hollow,
Noldorin prince?
Dreams are just small seeds
Adventures, great deeds
Ripen long since…
A burning fire
That’s your desire:
Onwards without wince
In the light of Two Trees
Noon of Valinor's bliss
Golden-haired child
Over the wide sea, though
Lie the lands you don't know
Distant and wild
Oh, eager child...
***
Faithful and steady
Is you oath ready,
Nargothrond’s king?
Reaping the visions
Of your decisions
Darkness will sink
For the oath spoken
Echoes unbroken
Loyalty true
A new hope is born
Grief of those who mourn
Up to sky flew
New day is coming
Dawning in blue
The Parentage of Gil-galadThe Parentage of Gil-galadThe Parentage of Gil-galad2 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
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!
Sonnet- Maedhros to Fingon(Warning for mild slash)Sonnet- Maedhros to Fingon1 year 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.
Turin TurambarYou want to be a master of your fateTurin Turambar1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And believe still that you can win this fight
But anger kills as surely as a blade
And so is dimmed for you Doriath's light
For king's judgement you did not want to wait
But fled instead - fugitive in the night
Wandering lost, you found men of the night
And joined with them, and shared their lonely fate
On Amon Rûdh you will for your friend wait
His love will guide him, make him join your fight
Then Bow and Helm will bring to these lands light
Until the bond is severed by the blade
The sword is black and cruel is its blade
When it cuts flesh in darkness of the night
What you have done, you'll see in flash of light
And understand the evil turn of fate
For it is not an enemy you fight
But Beleg's death that in your hands did wait
For other man the elven maid did wait
But love is as dangerous as a blade
That Gwindor sees, and gives up without fight
Then bridge was build, and dragon came in night
And so is sealed Nargothrond's tragic fate
In Pool o
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
Caves of the ForgottenNow sing the song of dreamers under stoneCaves of the Forgotten1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In Caves of Damned forever they will sleep
And wander ever in their dreams alone
Now sing the song of dreamers under stone
In place forgotten where Sun never shone
There Ar-Pharazôn landed with his fleet
Now sing the song of dreamers under stone
In Caves of Damned forever they will sleep
The VanyarFair and golden of lock,The Vanyar6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Are the first of the Eldar Kindred;
Of those who set forth to the West,
Their Journey nothing hindered.
Fewest are they of the Firstborn,
But wisest are they in mind.
And as for courage of the heart;
More valiant none can find.
Music and poetry is their joy,
At the foot of the Holy Mountain they dwell.
Favored are they by the King and Queen of the Powers,
Love for them, in their hearts, does swell.
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
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
Elven CitiesFOUNDED DURING THE AGES OF STARLIGHTElven Cities5 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Name Meaning
Alqualonde Haven of Swans
Avallónë Haven near Valinor
Brithombor Gravel
Eglarest Elf Shore
Formenos Fortress of the North
Tirion
An Old LegendAn Old Legend1 year 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 tal
ImladrisIn Imladris, in RivendellImladris11 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Are secrets more than I can tell
There ancient lore of long-lost lands
Still lingers on in elven hands
In Rivendell, in Imladris
Are love and laughter, joy and bliss
East of Sea few places remain
That grant such sure surcease from pain
In Imladris, in Rivendell
They shall not yet say their farewell
For even when all else may fade
Some light shall live, untouched by shade.
RochallorLike blue ice a flameRochallor1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
in darkness shone desperate
Horse returned alone
On green grass faithful steed died
heart-broken mourning his lord
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.
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.
Royal Houses of GondolinName House of the KingRoyal Houses of Gondolin5 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
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
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