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 brother3 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 Realms7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Clan Mountains where lived
Durin's Folk/Longbeards Hithaeglir/ Misty Mountains
Broadbeams Ered Luin/ Blue Mountains
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
Halbarad's FarewellThe gathering gloom, the feel of doomHalbarad's Farewell5 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
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
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
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!
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 OromeThe stars were young upon the heaven’s domeThe Ride of Orome3 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.
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 Incident3 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.
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
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
A gondori HelytartokA gondori HelytartókA gondori Helytartok9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Aragorn –bár még nem király-
Léptet fakó lován;
Mögötte Legolas Arodon,
S Gimlivel nyakán.
Van itt folyó, s a föld is jó,
Legelőkön fű kövér;
Használt a z a licenc,
Mit Lebennin ígért.
S a nép, az eruadta nép
A Királyt úgy várja!
(Ám ha nem tér vissza,
A fene se bánja.)
Vándor! Addig jó, míg
Vissza se jöjj, inkább
Halál vagy mordori pusztaság!
S Aragorn –bár még nem király-
Léptet fakó lován;
Körötte Pelennor mezeje,
És sok filmes koholmány.
Minas Tirithbe érkezett
(Ergo: jól belovagolt),
Minas Tirithben nem maradt
Több beteg (értsd: megholt…).
(Ki ne felejtsem: Éowyn
Ám megenni nem merték,
A végzetes kaját,
Pizzát rendelt, Éowyn meg
S mialatt Aragorn
Pizzával tömte a fejét,
Mi legyen az ebéd.
Áh, csak vicceltem,
Hisz éppen most evett,
Gondolata ez volt:
Király már hogy lehet?
Vett így rajta erőt,
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 True3 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
Celeborn and Galadriel: 1. IntroductionThe first time you see him, he is gracefully moving so as not to bump into you. He doesn't stop to acknowledge you as courtesy requires, but you can see he's in a hurry. Later you learn that he has just come back from patrolling the forests, bearing urgent news to Elu Thingol's ears alone. You also learn he is dividing his time mostly between counseling Thingol and captain duties.Celeborn and Galadriel: 1. Introduction3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
When you're finally introduced he is clean, his bright silver hair straight and unbraided and his eyes have a depth of wisdom to them, even though he is relatively young. "I apologize, Lady, for so rudely ignoring you," he says politely; you smile and nod your acceptance. He walks away.
You see her in the library one morning, gazing into the room, eyes unseeing. Anor has caught her hair, making it even more brilliant then it seemed in the torch-lit hall. You keep watching her for a time, till you realize the line you thought was the shadow of a tree is a tears' stain. Silently you disappear, guessing (rig
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 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.
Valar HaikusManwëValar Haikus8 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
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.
Montecristo Capitulo 3Montecristo Capitulo 34 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
EL DIA DE LA PROMESA ¿QUE DURARA PARA TODA LA VIDA?
Capitulo 3 - 2da. Parte.
Nos que damos en Seiya y Darien habían discutido y que como castigo su profesor no les permitió ir a la fogata y para colmo les ponen un prueba la cual tendrán que cumplir y eso no es todo si no que con esta se determinara casi el ganador del campamento haciendo que el motivo de la pelea de anoche haga mas evidente la molestia de Seiya hacia Darien al grado de planear algo en su contra . Pero será también el día en el que nazca una gran amistad que ¿durara para siempre? Bueno eso se revelara con el pasar del los capítulos.
Ahora pues comencemos.
Seiya planeaba algo para ganarle a Darien en esta prueba pero Ittou no le estaba dando buena espina su actitud de su amigo pues presentía que algo malo ocurriría y que seria muy grave, se lo advierte.
Ittou: Seiya no lo hagas sea lo que estés planeando (con preocupación)
Motoki: Ittou tiene razó