SparkAll light had failed.Spark2 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
Spark - chapter 2WordsSpark - chapter 22 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,
Of Fire And IceWarning: Fingon/Maedhros slash.Of Fire And Ice7 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
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
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?3 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
Sonnet- Maedhros to Fingon(Warning for mild slash)Sonnet- Maedhros to Fingon2 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.
Spark - chapter 5StrengthSpark - chapter 52 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
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)10 months 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
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 3GuiltSpark - chapter 32 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."
The SindarAlso of the Third Kindred, were they,The Sindar7 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
Fingon to MaedhrosOh, Cousin mine, who thought through peace twould fall,Fingon to Maedhros7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The enemy who hath already proved
Deceitful, least of that writ on the wall.
So now gainst wind and rain you lie near nude
The right hand holds you shackled to the bluff
Suspended bove a deadened valley low.
What choice have I? you tethered by this cuff
But save you from this plight with one last blow?
Do still ye not perceive? For with that stroke
No sooner would thou go, then I too leave
This wretched place, despite doom Mandos spoke,
Despite thy deeds- tis you that still I cleave.
Though falls Anar and future only bleak
Hope flies on golden wings oer mountain peaks.
At FaultAt Fault2 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
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
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
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
The House of FeanorFEANORThe House of Feanor7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Name in Quenya Feanaro Curufinwe Finwion
Meaning Spirit of Fire, Skillful Finwe, Son of Finwe
Name in Sindarin Feanor
Position Prince of the Noldor
Lord of Formenos
2nd High King of the Noldor
Famed for Greatest craftsman, speaker
AA - The Hardest ThingsThe havens are ransacked. The Silmarilli are lost. And we are left, here, with nothing but pain and regret.AA - The Hardest Things3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Dead corpses litter the ground. Everywhere I look, there is blood. Blood and bodies. Weapons and shields. Everyone is dead, Sindar and Noldor alike. The stench is unbearable.
I turn away from Maitimo, from my broken army, and begin walking back up the long, sloping hill. I do not stop when they call me. I do not want to see more. No more suffering. No more death.
All of this, for three jewels... those accursed, priceless jewels. I hate them; I despise them; and yet I will go to the ends of the earth for them.
I finally stop when I feel someone's hand on my shoulder.
"Kano," he says, quietly. It is Maitimo.
I ignore him.
He tries again. "Kano, there are children."
I shake my head. I do not want to know how many people lie died, or how many of them were women and children. I shake his hand off, and keep walking.
"They are alive." Maitimo raises his voice now, calling to me. "Elwing
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.&
MaitimoNote: AUMaitimo2 years ago in Drama More Like This
“Please, just look at me.” Fingon begged, repeating the words that he had said thousands of times throughout the past few days.
It was no use.
On the surface, as long as people avoided looking at his ruined arm, Maedhros seemed as perfect and beautiful as ever. When his eyes were closed, Fingon could pretend that Maedhros was well and resting.
When his eyes were open, however, Fingon was forced to face what had actually happened to his dearest friend. Maedhros no longer existed, it was a mere shell that was left behind. Maglor, on his one and only trip to see his brother, had broken down and proclaimed it Maitimo, laughing hysterically that this was all that was left, wasn’t it nice of his mother to give it a name that could be used as well for a statue as a person.
Fingolfin shook his head after he had dragged his sobbing nephew from the room and returned to see Maedhros for himself. He had tried to drag Fingon from the room too, but he had persisted in
Elven CitiesFOUNDED DURING THE AGES OF STARLIGHTElven Cities6 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
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
Royal Houses of GondolinName House of the KingRoyal Houses of Gondolin6 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
The TeleriWith love for music are the Third Kindreds hearts filled,The Teleri7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In singing no equal have they.
On jewel covered beaches, they wander,
And dwell by a starlit Bay.
On the coast of Eldamar they dwell,
The Haven of Swans is their home;
Pearls and lamps with it they have filled;
To the waves their souls ever roam.
The Sea is their greatest love,
The stars to them a sure trail;
The Ocean Lord and his Vassals are their friends,
As for their ships, none fairer do sail.