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
Behind the Scenes"You seemed quite preoccupied last evening," Celeborn commented, sitting down on the edge of the bed. "Was it something to do with the tavern? Anything you suggest to change?"Behind the Scenes3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"No, no, the tavern is fine They did a good job. It's just " Galadriel paused, joining him on the bed, leaning against his chest. "It's just that not much time is left, and I began to get a bit anxious," she admitted.
"Don't laugh at me. It's highly serious," she frowned.
"I know, dear, I know. I'm not laughing at you, just marveling. After so many years, after being a ruler for quite a while, you are still blushing when only I can see you. Why?" he asked, circling her with his arms, caressing her large belly.
She relaxed again, and smiling, put her hands over his. "It's simple. For everybody else I'm the perfect, invulnerable lady, princess of the house of Finwë You're the only one who sees my insecurities, with whom I don't have to wear a mask."
"But it's hard to l
My brotherHeed this, my brother,My brother4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
This one's for thee:
There is still hope beyond misery.
Hear me, my brother,
All is not woe.
The eyes of the Eldar still glimmer above.
Fear not, my brother,
To live during War.
It's not the reason nor outcome of all.
One day, my brother,
Justice will come,
The curse lying upon us will be undone.
Although, my brother,
We have faced defeat
Darkness won't last for in light we shall meet.
Will you, my brother,
Promise to be
Always the brother that's so dear to me?
Hear this, my brother,
Before you will leave
To go back to sleep and leave me to grieve.
Don't be, my brother,
Afraid to show love
Your guardian star will guard you from above.
Dwarven Realms THE SEVEN DWARVEN CLANSDwarven Realms8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Clan Mountains where lived
Durin's Folk/Longbeards Hithaeglir/ Misty Mountains
Broadbeams Ered Luin/ Blue Mountains
The Grace Given to MeThe Lord of the Rings fanfiction: How do you know that today is the day to die? How do you spend your last day? The thoughts of Aragorn.The Grace Given to Me5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It is time. I know it just as the birds know when to obey the calling of the wind and fly away from the cold lands to feel the sunrays on their wings again. I know it just as the tree knows when to say farewell to its leaves, watching them flutter to the ground one by one and giving something of itself with every leaf. I know that my time has come.
Sometimes I wondered how I would recognize it. How does a man know that he has reached the point where he can leave with dignity and greatness like the kings of old? How does he know that today is the day to die? It could be tomorrow and tomorrow again. One more day not for myself, but for the ones that I love. How can I leave them to grieving? How many times was I near death and only their love returned me to life, showed me the way through the shadows? How can I abandon the
Ships of AlqualondeThe song of waters sounded clear and sweetShips of Alqualonde3 years 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
Yavanna's lullabyBeloved children, you must sleepYavanna's lullaby3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In a sleep dreamless and deep
The black night fell
Like evil spell,
But you will your strength keep
Darkness spread over the land
The Lamps that fell we cannot mend
With poisoned sting
Now Arda's Spring
Has ended, its time spent
Close your eyes and do not fear
To my heart you are most dear
When you wake
The night will break
Sky again will be clear
Rest under the wings of night
So you can wake in new light
A tree or weed
When land again is bright
The Parentage of Gil-galadThe Parentage of Gil-galadThe Parentage of Gil-galad4 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
The Celegorm IncidentIt was a well-known fact throughout Valinor that Celegorm, Son of Feanor, was a bit of a ladies man. In fact, the gossip columns each day were filled of stories of which girl he was supposedly pursueing now and rumors of having proposed marriage to one of them (the rumors of proposals were always false). However, as a result of all this time spent chasing girls around, Turko spent very little time with his cousins. In fact, he had not seen some of them up close in several years.The Celegorm Incident4 years ago in Humor More Like This
One day, as he was strolling through the countryside, he spied a maiden asleep on the grass. She was quite beautiful, with long hair down to her waist and had her face done up with makeup quite becomingly. He was somewhat surprised that he had not seen her before, as he thought he knew all the girls in this part of Valinor. Perhaps she was visiting from Taniquetil. No matter, she would fall to his charms the same as the rest of the girls had. Settling down in the grass, he waited for her to wake up.
The Passing of ArwenThe water rippled silverThe Passing of Arwen5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The trees all shone with gold.
White elanor was blooming
In Lothlórien of old.
Elvish voices laughing
Silver music in the air.
But I hear now only silence
In Lothlórien the fair.
The mallorn leaves have fallen
Where once the flowers grew.
Time has touched the forest
Gone Lothlórien I knew.
Tear-stained face and empty fingers
As cold as stars above.
Memories, only memories
In Lothlórien, I loved.
No singing; naught but echoes
In the groves where phantoms tread.
Like the trees, the Elfstone faded
My Lothlórien is dead.
But they say beyond this world
Grief and darkness, light dispels.
With the spring, I pass forever
The Ride of RohirrimThe beacons litThe Ride of Rohirrim6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
The oath gives speed
Horses and riders tall
The sparkling shield
On bloody field
We answer Gondor's call!
Kisses to wives
The last goodbyes
Who returns, we don't know
This is the day
When we can't stay
The King calls, we follow
The sea of spears
The sun sheds tears
Eorlingas ride to war
To the red day
To glory, fame
In the ancestors' hall!
Shadows of Nan ElmothO golden cage of Gondolin, is covetousness a crime?Shadows of Nan Elmoth4 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
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!
Tomato Harvest (RomanoXReader) RequestOkay here goes another Romano one ^^ This one was requested by ExpressionThruArt, I hope it suits your taste.Tomato Harvest (RomanoXReader) Request3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Soo, who do you all think ya got rejected by, leave answers in the comments :3
You ran and ran and ran. Out! His words echoed in your head and reverberated against your stupid, stupid thick skull. How could you ever have thought he'd return your feelings?! He was dignified, cultured, beautiful, everything you weren't. How could he ever like a country bumpkin like you?!
You sobbed loudly, still running. You'd run so far you didn't even know where you were. Great, rejected and lost, what a fine piece of work you'd turned out to be, you thought to yourself. Your balled fists hit you sharply on the head. Just get out of there! That was the only mission you'd set yourself.
Your tears flowed slower and slower as your running slowed to a halt. You looked around, realizing you were completely lost. You carried on walking in a straight line, maybe you'd find civilization again if you di
The Ride of OromeThe stars were young upon the heaven’s domeThe Ride of Orome4 years 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.
ImladrisIn Imladris, in RivendellImladris3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Are secrets more than I can tell
There ancient lore of long-lost lands
Still lingers on in elven hands
In Rivendell, in Imladris
Are love and laughter, joy and bliss
East of Sea few places remain
That grant such sure surcease from pain
In Imladris, in Rivendell
They shall not yet say their farewell
For even when all else may fade
Some light shall live, untouched by shade.
As Only A Daughter CanHavens of Sirion, Year 515 of the Years of the SunAs Only A Daughter Can4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The longest book starts with the first word, and that is always the hardest to write; or so my mother told me. Lord Círdan suggested I commit my memories of my father to paper, so that they might outlive those who remember him. I cannot now bring myself to recount the terrible events that plagued us for so much of my life, so I may add them at a later time, I think. But for now, I shall commit to this parchment my favourite memory of my father; his smile.
It was a frequent occurrence in my childhood, or for the first years at least. He and I would play in the gardens, and he would take me places with him, a curious child who could not see enough of the world. He and my mother would often tell me stories; mother's favourites were the ancient legends of the past, from back before the elves had crossed the sea, and father's favourites were tales of the things that lay beyond my small childhood experience, in the far reaches of
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 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.
Twilight. (Thranduil x reader).Twilight. (Thranduil x reader).7 months ago in Romance More Like This
The twilight sun pierced through the dry branches of Mirkwood, giving your h/c hair a fiery tone. Your company followed close, weary from an entire day of chasing and hunting orcs and keeping the borders of Mirkwood safe from foul creatures. You too were tired, but your mood lifted when you saw the great stone walls rise before you. You had arrived to the palace. Inevitably your heart went fast with excitement and fear, for you knew what awaited you after going through those doors.
The oak doors opened as soon as you and your company were in sight and with a gnawing hesitation inside you, you entered. It was warm inside, lit by hundreds of torches and not far above you could hear elves singing for the king. The king, the simple thought of him made you shiver, and for a while your mind strayed into memories of him.
- y/n?- you heard someone say.
Quickly you turned, and realized that you were still on your horse and an elf was standing beside you, looking quite confused.
-Oh, yes, I had
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
Valar HaikusManwëValar Haikus9 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Master of the Winds
Kind and fair, in marble halls
Watching over all.
Brighter than the sun
Radiant with Eru's Light
She kindles the stars.
Far beneath the waves
In a hall of coral wrought
He resides alone.
Giver of all fruit
Queen of flower, leaf and seed
Spreading life with song.
Skilled in every craft
None can equal his prowess
In all that he makes.
Ever mourning for the scars
Which tarnish the world.
On a gold-shod stallion
Tracking evil down.
'Rest' is her name and her gift
She will soothe your soul.
Cold, impartial Judge
Guardian of departed souls
In the West of West.
Preserver of Time
Weaving storied tapestries
Of all the world knows.
In his garden realm
Irmo spins a flock of dreams
Carefree maiden queen
Birds and blossoms her delight
Forgotten LanternForgotten Lantern2 years ago in Drama More Like This
Legolas walked into the moonlit forest. The air was humid and steamy from a soft rain. It smelled of rotting wood touched with a hint of wild honeysuckle. He walked stealthily pressing on the damp floor of the forest through the slanted beams of moonlight that were cast amid the grey trunks of the ancient trees. The air grew heavier as he neared the sacred place beneath the great oaks where he knew he would find his father. A place where Thranduil always seemed to drift away to find solitude. Legolas smiled down at his father’s forgotten lantern—it sat alone casting a silver glow on the tall, wispy grass. It was not a beacon of welcome but a sign that none were allowed beyond this point. In this place, the only thing allowed was Thranduil’s thoughts-but Legolas stepped forward knowing that this night he was needed.
Legolas walked up behind him, unseen and unheard, but he knew Thranduil would sense he was already there. The air was full of ligh