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
Royal Houses of GondolinName House of the KingRoyal Houses of Gondolin7 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
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?"
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!
AkallabethAkallabeth3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Yet such was the cunning of Sauron, and the strength of his hidden will, that ere three years had passed, he bacame close to the councils of the king...And Sauron spoke to the king, saying that his strength was so great, he need not be subject to the ban of the Valar. Then the king harkened to Sauron...and in those days the fleets of the Numenoreans blackened the waters west of the land...and Sauron withdrew to the inmost circles of his dark temple. (Akallabêth, The Silmarillion)
Once he laughed,
In his dark hall-
The lord of all.
Twice he laughed,
For weak-willed men
Who fell, became
His servants then.
Thrice he laughed,
The shadows rang-
Though Doom upon
a thread should hang.
A final time
Would he have laughed?
But then Doom fell-
An iron shaft.
Seemed to frown
On Sauron Gorthaur,
He guessed not
The Valar's wrath,
Though long we walked
His Master's path...
Until the Void
Of Morgoth's crown
Claimed Sauron G
BustedBusted4 years ago in Drama More Like This
It was a warm afternoon, and the dust in the air swirled about Fëanáro Curufinwë's feet as he walked in the halls of his father. He was coming from the forge where he had been working on some gems. He was particularly proud of today's result -- he had made a small diamond shaped like a star.
Nothing could dampen the spirits of the young prince -- until he turned into another corridor and saw what he would have to walk past if he was to get to his room. There stood one of Fëanáro's least favourite persons -- second only to his step-mother. His young half-brother Nolofinwë stood in the corridor. For some reason he was clutching a quill in his hand and blushed when he saw his elder brother strutting in and raising his eyebrow suspiciously.
"What are you doing here?" Fëanáro asked his brother who he had successfully avoided meeting for the past few days. Nolofinwë said nothing, but looked at his toes. For some reason he was standing in a puddle
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
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.&
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
An Old LegendAn Old Legend4 years 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 tales
What more will we have when the strength of men fails?
There is still one yet who holds the power
To aid this land in its darkest hour.
From father to son, the title has been given
In the shadows these brave people have striven
To drive away the darkness that besets all
While there is still life in them, men shall not fall
I know the king shall come again, f
The Houses of the Edain THE HOUSE OF BEORThe Houses of the Edain7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The 1st House of the Edain
The first of the Edain to enter Beleriand
First discovered by Finrod
Greatly loved by the Noldor
Dark haired and grey eyed
Famous for their love of learning
Estolad Year 311-355 1st Age of the Sun
Dorthonian Year 355-455 1st Age of the Sun
Dor-lomin Year 455-472 1st Age of the
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
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
Elven CitiesFOUNDED DURING THE AGES OF STARLIGHTElven Cities7 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
Shadows of Nan ElmothO golden cage of Gondolin, is covetousness a crime?Shadows of Nan Elmoth3 years 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
Lords of the SindarName: Elwe/Elu ThingolLords of the Sindar7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Meaning: Star male, King Greymantle
Position: Leader of the Teleri Kindred
High King of the Sindar
Ruler of Doriath/Menegroth
Fame The tallest Elf who ever lived
One of the few to have silver hair
Born: Year 1050 Age of Starlight
The House of Finarfin FINARFINThe House of Finarfin7 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
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
At FaultAt Fault3 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
King's IntuitionHe knew. From the moment he entered the House of Elrond if it could even be called that any longer he knew that someone here needed him. His wife had called it his 'King's Intuition': an ability to sense he was needed and in what way. Thinking of her, if only for a split second, always brought pain to his heart, and so he quickly shook away the memories. He did not have to grieve for her loss much longer, he knew that. He would sail to Valinor soon, and be reunited with her.King's Intuition4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
But first, someone needed him.
He passed by the few of Elrond's council who had remained behind in Imladris, and he noted their grave faces indeed Rivendell seemed somewhat lacking since its Lord had departed, and the warmth was slowly fading from the walls of the House of Elrond, but he saw nothing in their eyes that told him of why he was needed here. He knew many of them were questioning his presence here, since he had not been summoned nor had he sent any word that he would be visiting. If
The Lost Princess - Chapter 4 (ThranduilxReader)Chapter 4The Lost Princess - Chapter 4 (ThranduilxReader)3 months ago in Drama More Like This
His penetrating gaze held you imprisoned for several moments. The intensity of it made you hold your breath and a cold shiver ran down your spine. He reminded you of a predator, ready to run down its prey. At this very moment, the prey was you. Your heart sunk to your stomach and bile rose up into your mouth. You gulped.
The spell he had just woven upon you was broken by Iaurthôn that suddenly licked his master's cheek. Thranduil laughed and pressed his face to the stag's fur on the side of its neck. What truly took you off-guard was the fact that his mood was changing like the weather in the High Pass. In seconds he was able to go from a lethal cobra ready to strike to a harmless … No, he was always lethal, whatever circumstances. You reminded yourself of his own words; mistaking him as harmless might cost you your life.
You watched silently as the Elvenking petted his friend, whispering something into the animal's ear; you did not know what
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?"
Female Numenorean NamesName MeaningFemale Numenorean Names7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Almiel Daughter of good fortune
Ancalime Most bright
Inzilbeth Speaking flower
Irilde Sparkling Brilliance
Adoration - Tolkien Fanfiction~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~Adoration - Tolkien Fanfiction10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
As the soft light of a balmy spring afternoon melted into the gentle golden glow of gloaming, the great gates of the Elvenking opened, loosing a flood of elves onto the narrow bridge spanning the forest river. Some were children; others, grown. Some carried baskets of food; others, weapons. All were laughing or singing or chatting merrily, and Brethilaes knew it for a sign that the eagerly awaited day had come at last.
The buds had blossomed prematurely this year, bringing with them rumors that the feast celebrating the new year's arrival would also come early -- but the exact day could not be guessed. Brethilaes had feared it would come too soon, before the gift was ready, but she had finished it just in time.
She stretched tall, eagerly scanning the crowd spilling off the bridge to disappear into the deepening forest shadows. She was yet too small