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?4 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
The SindarAlso of the Third Kindred, were they,The Sindar8 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
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.
At FaultAt Fault4 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: 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
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 VanyarFair and golden of lock,The Vanyar8 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.
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
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.
The TeleriWith love for music are the Third Kindreds hearts filled,The Teleri8 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.
The FalathrimLast of the Third Kindred,The Falathrim8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Are these Firstborn who dwell by the sea.
When the Grey Ones they left, twas their last Sundering they thought.
But such was not to be.
With the other Kindreds they had traveled west,
From the long trek many others had strayed.
But all through the long hardships and waiting,
On the Great Journey they had stayed.
They believed their journey nearly over,
For the boundary of Middle Earth they had reached.
While they awaited the Ocean Lord, his Vassals they met.
And from them learned all they had to teach.
When the time came to depart with the Ocean Lord,
Some did not accompany the Host.
For they had come to love the shores of Middle Earth,
Its waves stirred them the most.
In mortal lands they were the first to build ships,
For to explore the waters they long.
Gatherers of shell and coral are they;
Always they heed the oceans song.
Great Havens they built in Middle Earth,
Mighty ships and collections of pearl;
To the songs of gulls they gl
Female VanyarName: Indis the FairFemale Vanyar8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Meaning First daughter
Position 2nd Queen of the Noldor
Relatives Niece of Ingwe
2nd wife of Finwe,
Mother of Findis Fingolfin, Irien and Finarfin
Grandmother of Fingon, Turgon, Aredhel, Finrod, Orodreth,
Tolkien's ElvesTolkien's ElvesTolkien's Elves9 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
When dealing with such complex works as The Lord of the Rings and its affiliated books, written by J.R.R. Tolkien and in some cases edited by his son Christopher, one becomes saturated by the vast variety of characters and races represented. However, one must keep in mind that all the races can be broken down further than a general classification. An excellent example of this is Elves, the Eldar, Firstborn Children of Iluvatar.
Although all Elves are indeed the Firstborn Children, they can first be divided into two classes: the Calaquendi, the Elves of Light, the High-elves, those Elves who heeded the westward summons and dwelt in Valinor, land of the Gods, during the time of the Two Trees; and the Moriquendi, Elves of the Darkness, who remained in Middle Earth and never saw the Light that was before the Moon and Sun, for they were the lovers of stars and the twilight.
The Calaquendi contained three groups of Elves: the Vanyar, the Noldor, and the
Female Quenya NamesName MeaningFemale Quenya Names8 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
Forgiveness“I forgive you,” Maedhros was startled to hear those words from behind him. Quickly he turned, only to stare in shock at who exactly had found him in this deep and lonely section of the Halls.Forgiveness4 years ago in Drama More Like This
Smiling sadly, Dior continued, “May I talk to you for a little while?”
Nodding, Maedhros was still wary of actually speaking. He hoped that this was not some trick his imagination was playing on him, brought upon him by his refusal to leave this portion of the Halls and talk to anyone else.
Dior sat – as much as any of them could actually sit. Anything they did in the Halls was less fulfilling than it had been in their real lives, a somewhat cruel mockery of what they had been. Maedhros had glimpsed a few of his relatives that had never accepted that fact, preferring to put of a pretense that it was actually the same. Angrod had insisted that Namo install a bath for them to use, preferring to continue in such a pointless activity to abandoning the type of life h
Kings and Queens of Numenor KINGS AND QUEENS OF NUMENORKings and Queens of Numenor8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
THE EARLY DAYS
Dedicated to my WatchersDedicated to my Watchers5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As some of you know I issued a challenge for myself in my newest journal. With many fun and imaginative suggestions from some of my deviously devious friends...
Here are the pieces that were inspired by you.
Perfect little circle
Through which life feeds
Umbilical link to perfection
Forming fetal in the womb
Heavy metal dangles
Causing infection to the core
That rotten center
From which love once bloomed
When Gay Unicorns Die
two unicorns battle
epic in hues of gay and gayer
slashed through the jugular
blood arcs out in crimson rainbows
alas the gayest unicorn dies
guts like pink fluff spread far
for the evil kittens to play
bouncing in their castle of air
evil as they are
even kittens must bounce when gay unicorns die
When Winter Comes
in trees of green
flashes of fur race time
stashing their dreams
before the winter comes
the squirrels know
that they must protect their nuts!!
in my minds eye i see
The House of Finarfin FINARFINThe House of Finarfin8 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
The AvariBorn of the Quendi, were they,The Avari8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The result of their races First Sunder.
Chose, they did, to remain in the land of their birth,
When for the West, the others did hunger.
No desire have we for Treelight, said they.
The stars are all we need.
And so when the other Kindred set forth,
The summons of the Powers they did not heed.
No, was their reply to the Emissaries,
The land of our birth we will not forsake.
So remain behind they did, when the others crossed the Sea;
By the waters where their kind did awake.
New names were given to the sundered group-
The Firstborn of which this song is telling.
For while those who set forth became The People of the Stars,
Those who remained behind were called The Unwilling.
A tribal people were they, with neither cities nor kings,
Of them few tales and no fame;
But first were they to greet the Secondborn,
And their teachers they became.
Quenya NamesName MeaningQuenya Names8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Aikanar Sharp Flame
Aiwendil Friend of Birds
Aldaron Lord of Trees
Ambarato Champion of Doom
Angarato Iron Champion
Aracano High Chieftain
Arakano High Commander
Arafinwe Noble Finwe
Atanamir Jewel of Man
Atarinke Little Father
Carnistir Red faced
Curufinwe Wise/skillful son of Finwe
Curumo Man of cunning devices
Elmo Dear star
Elwe Star Male
Eonwe Strong Son
Eru The One
Feanoro Spirit of Fire
Feanturi Master of Spirits
Findekano Skilled Hero
Finderato Gold Champion
Finwe Skilled one
Iarwain Ben-Adar Old without Father
Elven RealmsFOUNDED DURING THE AGES OF STARLIGHTElven Realms7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Beleriand Country of Balar/Osse
Doriath Land of the Girdle, Guarded Kingdom
Eglador Land of Elves
Falas Coast, Shore
Nan Elmoth Forest of Star Dusk
Neldoreth Forest of Beech
The Test of the One TrueA/N: Purely crack. You should be warned that this fic contains hints of something that is slash, in this case m/m, depending on how you view it. But it's there for the laughs.The Test of the One True4 years ago in Humor More Like This
When finally being permitted to leave Mandos after several millennia of regret and reconciling with victims of kinslayings, Maedhros was more than happy to be re-embodied. He noticed with delight that even his right hand was where it was supposed to be, attached to his right wrist. He moved his slender fingers and tried out how well they connected with his mind. Very well. He was pleased.
So he finally stepped outside the halls of souls. A bright sunlight greeted him as the city of Valimar bathed in early morning light. Maedhros smiled and raised his hand to shield his eyes from the bright shine when he was suddenly embraced by strong hands that wouldn't let go of his surprisingly lean frame. Fingon was hugging him tightly and Maedhros returned the hug with great joy for at last meeting hi
The Mirror Cracked'A blazing wave devours white shore,'The Mirror Cracked3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The poets muse on Feanor,
While they should wish him nothing more
Than swiftly falling ash.
In reckless words we forged our fate,
In white-hot script for cracking slate,
Each syllable the world's weight -
But gladly were we crushed.
I saw blood in the soft sea wrack;
Each sea-elf dead a mirror's crack
In our own faces staring back
From all the noble slain.
In Dior's blessed and empty face
I searched for us but found no trace.
The mirror shattered. Only grace
We bear no more stared back.
The waves closed over Elwing's head,
Dissolved the Light that silver bled
Into a face that held no dread;
So different from ourselves.
Not princes now, nor kings, but thieves,
And reckless as the falling leaves,
We take the Jewels and my heart grieves:
For all the world is stained.
For this the final Doom we bear:
In blood spilt red as Nelyo's hair;
The golden Vanyar lying there
Dead, even as our hearts.
The living Light is agony;
A shining, sharp finality:
A leap i
Elven BladesAeglos/Aiglos Snow Point, IcicleElven Blades7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Anduril Flame of the West
Aranruth Kings Ire
Anglachel Iron of Flame
Angrist Iron Cleaver
Anguirel Iron of Heat
Glamdring Foe Hammer
Gurthang Iron of Death
Hadhafang Throng Cleaver
Narsil Light of Sun, Light of Moon