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 Scenes2 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
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
SunshineHis eyes were blank as he waved his hand lazily through the visible radiance of sunshine that cascaded through the thick trees above, dappling the clearing that he didn't dare enter. The light refracted through his hand, bending oddly, as if it were passing through water rather than flesh. Not that his flesh could truly be called flesh anymore.Sunshine4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Macalaurë sighed and looked down at the shining green grass. His silver gaze could detect no sign of a foreign, solid object obstructing the path of the light that was being thrown to the ground, lighting up the world around him in a way that appeared striking compared to the gray of everything else around him. Even his pale shadow of a hand seemed brighter beneath the sunlight.
Even the sunshine can no longer see me. This fact should have bothered him, should have brought him some sort of despair, but the elf didn't even twitch. In fact, he was almost relieved