Of Fire And IceWarning: Fingon/Maedhros slash.Of Fire And Ice9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Not graphic or anything (probably PG-13/R, but for gory mankyness, not sex), but if you don't like slash, don't read it!
There's ice in his bones. The chill sinks deep.
But all the way, through the ice and the dark, through the bitterness that chills their bodies and the greater bitterness that chills their hearts, he carries a flame with him that keeps him warm.
Sometimes, the chill near overcomes it, and it dims to an ember, red-gleaming in the dark of his mind. Sometimes, he's so weary he feels he could die (and behind him, on that icy road, are the bodies of those who have), and the flame is all that keeps him moving, though his limbs are stiff with cold and weariness.
When ice groans in the night, when a crevasse opens at their feet, gaping like a hungry monster to swallow them, when rocks come crashing down from some high precipice above, cracking and crushing all in their path, he remembers that flame, and he keeps moving.
When he st
Sonnet- Maedhros to Fingon(Warning for mild slash)Sonnet- Maedhros to Fingon4 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.
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?"
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
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.
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
Commanded to Stay"Everyone's ready?"Commanded to Stay2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Oropher was inspecting his men, the army which was preparing to march to Mordor. How many of them would perish? He had no idea. It was never a predictable thing....
"Thranduil?! What the hell do you have in mind?" Oropher shouted angrily. "I told you to stay. Someone must take care of the kingdom."
"You need everyone, you know it."
"I need everyone to do their job, Thran," he said, a bit calmer. "Including you, my son."
"I can fight."
"You can get lost more easily than your young son," said Oropher.
He didn’t speak of this often. He still felt responsible that Thranduil got hit by dragon fire and became blind. The sad thing was that Thranduil was still one of the lucky ones of that great war.
"I'm sorry," he said with shame. "So be it. You give me no choice."
Oropher dismounted and got the rope he saw and then moved to Thranduil's elk.
The young elven child ran from the door to the king. Oropher gave him the rope. "Hold this."
"What are you doing?"
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.&
Three Stooges A - ZA is for apples; namely, The Big Apple. "Come on, Pete." New York screeches "I don't wanna!" Massachusetts and New Jersey do their best to drag their friend onto the Greyhound bus at the terminal. New Jersey grinds her teeth as she tugs on the recalcitrant younger State. "You're leaving the city if it kills you!"Three Stooges A - Z6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
B is for baseball; New York is slumped in his seat at the meeting table, looking all around depressed, a uncommon expression for him. Maryland pokes Massachusetts in the shoulder, pointing discreetly at their "brother." "What's wrong with him?" Maryland asks his "brother." Massachusetts grins maliciously; "The Yankees lost the world series."
C is for cards; at this point, no one in the family will play cards with New Jersey anymore, save Nevada. "How do you have five aces?!" Massachusetts splutters as he looks at the table. New Jersey grins with false modesty as she spreads her hand. "I just do." She tells her friend. "It must be my lucky day." Massachuset
Quedate Conmigo - Antonio (Spain) x ReaderThe sky seemed to be crying along with you. You were sitting on a bench in the park about five minutes from your house, and you were crying your heart out. You thought that Alfred had loved you... but you guessed again when he broke up with you. You heard footsteps approaching, but you took no notice as you curled in a ball.Quedate Conmigo - Antonio (Spain) x Reader3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Chica? What are you doing out here in the rain?" your best friend, Antonio, said as he rested his hand on her soaking wet [h/c] hair. You payed no attention to Antonio, lost to deep in your misery. "Chica... reply, por favor..." Antonio said as he helped you sit up.
"Alfred... dumped me for Alice..." you managed to get out between sniffles. Antonio wrapped an arm around you and let you cry into his already soaked shirt.
"It'll be okay, mi chica..." Antonio said sadly. You didn't know it, but he loved you. You carefully untangled yourself from him and stood up.
Axis Pact - APHAxis PactAxis Pact - APH7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Honda od zawsze uważał brak punktualności za brak szacunku wobec czekającego. Takie zachowanie było nie dość, że nietaktowne to jeszcze całkowicie niepoważne. Po prostu karygodne. Mało tego, spóźnienie mogło nieść ze sobą znacznie poważniejsze konsekwencje niż urażenie oczekującej osoby. Mogło stanowić niebezpieczeństwo i to w literalnym tego słowa znaczeniu. Trwa przecież wojna. Tu liczy sie każda sekunda. Jeden nieodpowiedzialny ruch, jedno niedociągnięcie a wszystko przepadnie. Wyczucie czasu stanowi podstawę, jeśli chce się zdobyć przewagę nad wrogiem. Tak więc, brak punktualności nie wchodzi w grę. Człowiek honoru nigdy nie powinien pozwolić sobie na spóźnienie. Zgodnie z tą filozofią Honda nigdy się nie spóźniał.
Do Berlina mia
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!
Wait, what?Fingolfin was quite happy with his life at the moment. For some reason that nobody was quite sure of, but everybody agreed had something to do with the new and quite frightening friendship between his mother and Miriel, and their joint visit to a meeting of a Valar, he and the rest of the Noldor lingering in the Halls (including Finwe) had been released. Of course, there was the problem of the fact that his father now had two wives, at least one of them was guaranteed to be hanging on to him at all times, and he really preferred to not think of his parents doing anything like that. Even that problem had good consequences though Feanor and he had bonded over a mutual shared disgust at these public displays of affection.Wait, what?4 years ago in Humor More Like This
One of which was going on right this moment. He had no idea why they thought it was appropriate to be whispering into Finwe's ear in the middle of this meeting, nor why if they had to do this, his father couldn't have at least released everybody else fr
To break free ( A Kiliel one-shot )To break free ( A Kiliel one-shot )2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Other lands are not my concern" said Thranduil coldly. He noticed the disappointment on Tauriel's face to his words, when some presence distracted him for a moment. He needed to deflect his indiscretion with some other topic, "Legolas said you fought well today. He has grown VERY fond of you" He emphasized, passing Tauriel by, like she was nothing, his robes flowing as he helped himself to a glass of elven wine. Tauriel received the news with shock and was quick to improve the silence, so her King didn't get the wrong idea, "I assure you m'Lord, Legolas thinks of me as no more than a captain and a guard" Obviously, he was sensing certain mood in her. But he aimed at the wrong target, based solely on what his son told him.
He went on; "Perhaps he did once. Now I am not so sure" his tone was implying something else, making her feel like a prisoner of his sick assumptions. The psychological burden he laid on her shoulders was too heavy to bear,
Swietokradztwo_HiDei_POLISHLittleLadyPunkSwietokradztwo_HiDei_POLISH8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
To była zabawa.
Trochę świętokradcza, choć w gruncie rzeczy po prostu dziecinna Coś takiego jak podkradanie owoców leżących na ołtarzu. Albo bicie w dzwony, kiedy powinna panować absolutna cisza.
Taka zabawa z dreszczykiem, takie są najlepsze. W końcu Deidarze należy się zabawa, prawda, Hidan?
Och, Hidan, nie marszcz tak gniewnie brwi.
Pewnie zrobił to przypadkiem.
Co taki zdziwiony?
Nie, nie mówię, że przypadkiem tak często do ciebie zagadywał.
W końcu czasem chciał pogadać o czymś górnolotniejszym niż sposób wykonywania misji czy trening czakry. A sam mu powtarzałeś, że sztuka i religia mają wiele fascynujących podobieństw i różnic. Mieliście o czym rozmawiać.
I nie, nie twierdzę, że to przypadkiem szukał twojej
Keep Calm and Welcome to Middle-earthKeep Calm and Welcome to Middle-earthKeep Calm and Welcome to Middle-earth1 year ago in Humor More Like This
Keep Calm and Eat Lembas
Keep Calm and Don’t Make Oaths
Keep Calm and Listen to Prophecies - They are Important
Keep Calm and Don’t Offend Feanor
Keep Calm and Don’t Offend Feanor’s Sons
Keep Calm and GET THEE GONE!
Keep Calm and Don’t Look into a Dragon’s Eyes
Keep Calm and Don’t Marry Someone with Amnesia
Keep Calm and Wait for the Elves
Keep Calm and… where’s Fingon?
Keep Calm and… where’s the ambassadorial party?
Keep Calm and… BALROG!
Keep Calm and Kill the Balrog - You’re going to die anyways
Keep Calm and You Shall Not Pass
Keep Calm and… FANGIRLS!!!!
Keep Calm; You are Doomed for Life
Keep Calm and Don’t Ambush a Feanorion
Keep Calm and Don’t Enter Dark Scary Forests
Keep Calm and Don’t Enter Nan Elmoth
Keep Calm and those Sindar…
Keep Calm and Count in Quenya
Keep Calm and… FLYING DRAGONS!
Keep Calm and DRAG
ImladrisIn Imladris, in RivendellImladris3 years 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.
1- Sooner's better than LaterKiba sighed as he took a sip of mocha tasting cappuccino from the white container, saying ‘I’m An EARLY Riser’, the motto for the cappuccino store. Iruka worked there, and Kiba soon became a regular customer as he always stood up late training with Shino, trying to help him with his new bug techniques. They were gross but awesome at the same time; Kiba loved watching Hinata assist Shino in studying them.1- Sooner's better than Later8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
“Kiba, how are you?” Iruka greeted as he sat down across from his old student, whom was now a Jounin, having taken on enough missions to become one at Lady Tsunade’s say.
The brunette looked up at him with a quirked brow. “Time off again, Iruka?”
The man laughed, nodding. “Even though we’re at a level difference in ranks, you still have to respect me, Kiba.”
He shrugged, his canine eyes gazing towards the door. “Sorry, I’m just exhausted is all.” he yawned, covering his mouth with his left hand. “
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
'Mechanics''Mechanics'5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Clouds think that their movement in the sky is a result of their will to move.
We are all oblivious to invisible winds.
The Sea LongingThe Sea Longing5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The smoke of Pelargir rose up around our company as the Corsairs of Umbar fled from the fallen men of Dunharrow. We stood silent, staring out at the scene before us.
Suddenly a memory came to me in the form of Galadriel's voice
"...If thou hearest the cry of the gull on the shore,
Thy heart shall rest in the forest no more."
My brow furrowed in confusion; why would such a thought come to me at this time? Moments later I heard a sound unlike any other I had ever even imagined. I froze, even forgetting to breathe for a moment, before turning slowly towards it.
There, on one of the remaining pillars of a past noble's home, sat a bird.
With the sound it had made, my ears were shown an entire new song, one of the sea. I now heard the tides more clearly than before and they pulled me gently closer with each new wave.
I could still taste the same salt in the air, but it now meant something completely new.
I now knew that with the sea I was free.
I was free
Into WaterInto WaterInto Water4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The end we have always dreaded has come, and I am entwined together with Morgoth's beast- we are become as one writhing, thrashing creature of steel and flame and flesh. A horrible din fills my ears, which must be his roar of pain at the spike of my helm embedded deep in his breast, or perhaps it is my own scream as I cling closer to him and the fire that emanates from his body licks at my face and skin, burning me, threatening to engulf me entirely. In a final, desperate burst of strength, I wrap my legs as tightly as I can around his and wrench them out from under him.
Suddenly the world is sideways, and we are falling. Some instinct takes hold of me, and I draw and hold a single breath just before we crash into water.
For a split second, the shock of its coldness on my burns is more excruciating than the fire that made them. The force of our impact with the water dislodges my half-melted helm from my head, a
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
Wed me, maybe?I was just made a kingWed me, maybe?3 years ago in Humor More Like This
For my cousin, they sing,
Fought, yet could not win
And so ended his days.
So my brother and hound
And myself came around,
We came to hunting grounds
And now you're in our way!
Your eyes, overwhelming,
Your skin, breathtaking,
Your hair, I'm adoring,
Where you think you're going, lady?
Hey, I just met you
And this is crazy!
But you're a princess
So wed me, maybe?
See, I'm a king now,
And you, baby,
Are a princess,
So wed me, maybe?
Hey, I just met you
And this is crazy!
But you're a princess
So wed me, maybe?
And all the councils
Try to blame me.
But you're a princess,
So wed me, maybe?
You would be my dear,
We are a perfect pair,
I just love you, we clear?
Since you came my way.
You look like my best friend,
She was sweet, but then
Made a wron