Maedhros: Son of FireHe was the fireMaedhros: Son of Fire2 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
Of Names and DecisionsFair child without sorrowOf Names and Decisions1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Is your life hollow,
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
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,
Reaping the visions
Of your decisions
Darkness will sink
For the oath spoken
A new hope is born
Grief of those who mourn
Up to sky flew
New day is coming
Dawning in blue
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
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.
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.
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
Common Sindarin PhrasesCommon Sindarin Phrases2 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. :D
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
Under Death's Wing- Under Deaths Wing -Under Death's Wing4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
How cold the ground, how hard the stone
No friends around ; Im all alone
How sweet the air of every breath
A warriors dream my noble death
There is no glory, beauty none
To lay here broken in the sun
To watch as birds above the plain
Prepare to feast on my remains
To try and raise my sword again
And fight until the very end
As will commands to flesh and bone
And steel feels heavier than stone
The day grows dark, my dying eyes
Abandon me through my demise
I will not see whats left of me
My pride thus spared in agony
Though I know I have lost this fight
The shadow looms in all its
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 brides eyes.
Great was the peoples joy; for no longer forsaken
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
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
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!
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 Here4 months 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?"
Gilraen's LullabySleep, my sonGilraen's Lullaby3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
The night is a river
carrying you there
where silver stars shiver
On streams of dreams
to a land without sorrow
where boys have fathers
and the mounds are hollow
Sleep, my child
the sun hides till morrow
Her last rays a way
that elven ships follow
There, names are not secret
that can bring a danger
And father to child
doesn't have to be stranger
Sleep, my Hope
and hope of your people
Than mighty oak
your roots are deeper
Once you will know
the pride of the humbled,
the value of honour
and hopes of your kindred,
Sleep, my son
while darkness is soothing,
Halbarad's FarewellThe gathering gloom, the feel of doomHalbarad's Farewell3 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
House of Feanor ChemistryElements:House of Feanor Chemistry2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Feanor: will bond with Nerdanel to produce Seven Sons of Feanor. Will form a +3 cation in the presence of a Melkor, even though this creates a very unstable atom. In its cation state, a Feanor can induce a dipole in most Elf molecules and elements, causing instability, which is particularly pronounced in the Sons of Feanor molecules. Unlike other elements, a Feanor +3 will experience an increase in its electronegativity and attempt to wrest electrons away from other elements. If it attempts to does this with a Morgoth -3 or a Gothmog, the Feanor will explode in a shower of subatomic particles and scatter itself over a wide area.
A Golden Leaf, A Golden MemoryA stray beam of orange light filters through the condensed golden leaves that clung to the branches of the trees. Stray breezes tickles her neck, just like on any other sunrise. The fair-haired Elven lady wraps her pale white cloak securely around her tall, sleek frame.A Golden Leaf, A Golden Memory2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Her sapient eyes watch intently as a single leaf is swept off of one of the ancient mallorn-trees. Bright yellow sparkles appear whenever its vibrant side is facing the rising sun.
Slowly it descends, swaying gracefully in the air. A smooth and pale hand reaches out, and the fallen memento of the tree lands peacefully on her hand.
"Not idly do the leaves of Lorien fall,"
Into WaterInto WaterInto Water2 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 side
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.
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
Shadows of Nan ElmothO golden cage of Gondolin, is covetousness a crime?Shadows of Nan Elmoth1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Behind the bars a bird felt freedom for first time
Aredhel Ar-Feiniel and Eöl, elven smith
Found wonder in the woods, between branches didn’t breathe
As she in the shade stood he saw her beauty bloom
Love piercing as a lance in the gathering gloom
Her freedom loving heart in shadows shimmers light
The Ride of OromeThe stars were young upon the heaven’s domeThe Ride of Orome1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and darkness dwelt under the shade of trees
and in the darkness evil creatures roamed,
when a horn sounded clear and pure in breeze.
Like thunder rode there Béma on his steed
and Nahar's mane shone bright with silver light:
glistening dream, the music of his feet,
before them fled the creatures of the night.
Now hoofbeats silenced, Béma rides no more
in Middle-earth under the rays of Sun,
but Nahar's children still stay on this shore
and on the grass of Rohan freely run.
The lords of horses, Mearas free and strong,
the steeds of kings that came out of a song.