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
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
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
The House of FeanorFEANORThe House of Feanor6 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
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."
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
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
The NoldorMighty are the Second Kindred,The Noldor7 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.
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.
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
Female Noldor MIRIELFemale Noldor6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Name: Miriel Serinde
Meaning: Maiden of the Jeweled Garland, Embroiderer
Position 1st Queen of the Noldor
Handmaiden of Vaire
Talents Famed for her skill at embroidery
Born Year 1050 Age of Starlight
House of Finarfin Females HOUSE OF FINARFINHouse of Finarfin Females6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Name in Quenya Nerwen Artanis Arafinwiel
Meaning Man Maiden, Noble Woman
Name in Sindarin Alatariel Galadriel
Lords of the Teleri Name: OlweLords of the Teleri6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Meaning Flowing male
Position: High King of the Teleri, Ruler of Aqualonde
Born: Year 1050 Age of Starlight
Ruled Year 1149-
Relatives Younger brother of Elwe/Thingol
Father of Earwen of Aqualonde
Dwarven Realms IICITIESDwarven Realms II6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Aglarond Place of Glory
Amon Rudh Bald Hill
Bar-en-Nibin-noeg House of the Petty Dwarves
Belegost Mighty Fortress
Dwarrowdelf Delving of the Dwarves
Erebor Lonely Mountain
Gabilgathol Mighty For
Female Sindarin NamesName MeaningFemale Sindarin Names6 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Aredhel Noble Lady
Ar-Feiniel Noble White Lady of the Noldor
Arwen Noble Maiden
Berúthiel Angry Queen
Celebrian Silver Queen
Elanor Sun star
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.
Halbarad's FarewellThe gathering gloom, the feel of doomHalbarad's Farewell4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
This is an evil door
Darkness ahead, the journey's end
Is not far anymore
The threshold dark from a cold stone,
And my death lies beyond
But I follow, for you must go,
And faith is a strong bond
For noble past I've ridden south
After the sun of noon,
But for the future I will go
Into the sunless gloom
Behind that door no turning back,
And yet I'll cross this line
Towards the burning, bloody field
And hope that is not mine
Be well, my love, kiss our son
For me and for my king
Into your arms I won't return,
But don't let your heart sink
Do not mourn for me, cousin mine,
When my life's blood will flow
I only regret I won't see
The crown upon your brow
Female VanyarName: Indis the FairFemale Vanyar6 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,
The VanyarFair and golden of lock,The Vanyar7 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.
The First Sunday in September"Estel? What are you doing?" Elrond questioned upon finding his youngest son furiously struggling to pull a daisy from the plant it was growing on.The First Sunday in September7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"I'm...trying...to pick...this...flower." Estel ground out, still trying as hard as he could. He let go and fell back on the ground with a sigh.
Elrond smiled and sat down next to the boy, putting his arm around the slim shoulders.
"Did you ask first?" Elrond questioned softly. Estel had been living in Rivendell for around three years, but still had a lot to learn. Elrond didn't fault the young human, because it was a mistake his other children had made too.
Estel frowned, confusion showing on his four-year-old face. "No. Was I supposed to?" he asked, looking up at his foster father. Elrond smiled and lifted the human up, setting him on his knee and holding the boy against him.
"A plant will only let you pick a flower from its branches if you ask first," he informed the child.
Estel's shoulders drooped. "Oh." Then he frowned again. "How do
Fingon"Fingon."Fingon2 years ago in Humor More Like This
"Why are there kittens scattered around the living room? You didn't steal them from somebody, did you?"
"Why do you always think I stole whatever cute thing is currently in the living room? First there was Maeglin, now it's the kittens."
"Fine. You didn't steal them. Will you please tell me why there are however many kittens running around?"
"Because they're cute."
"A bit more, please, Fingon?"
"Because they're cute and somebody was giving them away this morning when I went to go buy food with Maeglin."
"Right. How many are there?"
"Eight...aren't they adorable?"
"Yes, they are. But what do you expect us to do with eight kittens?"
"Love them and take care of them and watch them as they grow up. And then we can have a cat army."
"...I'm not even going to think about that last part."
"Okay! More fun for Maeglin and me."
"Where is Maeglin?"
"In the yard…"
"Why do you have that look on your face?"
"...they were giving away puppies too."
Lost In Tolkien Chapter 6Lost In Tolkien Chapter 63 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Winter of 2995 TA
I sat half-hidden behind a post while waiting for Raunsúl to return from a scouting mission to the Trollshaws, and wishing now more than ever that I was able to read more Sindarin than just half the alphabet. Also, Westron was indeed Westron and not English as many fan fictions had led me to at least faintly hope, and so my book reading abilities where very limited at the moment. Even more sadly, this has led to me staring longingly at every book that passed me by since I had long given up trying to read any without any lessons after trying for about a week straight.
It had ended in headaches and tears.
Many headaches and tears.
On the brighter side, Imladris had lovely scenery, and there was no such thing of boredom here, at least, not for very long. At the moment I had a nice view of the road leading to the famous bridge which Frodo would in twenty-two years cross over (the post I was sitting against was part of the said bridge)
The majority of excit