80 things learned from TolkienPretty, shiny things are hazardous to your health.80 things learned from Tolkien4 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
The Ride of RohirrimThe beacons litThe Ride of Rohirrim4 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!
The Travellers-ChopinXLisztThe Travellers (or: A Sad Sort of Melancholy Melody) A short story.The Travellers-ChopinXLiszt5 years ago in Historical More Like This
By V.K. Violette
WARNING: I dont own historical characters, and although I want to be, I am not George Sand. Everything in this story never happened. Also, this fic will contain love between individuals of the same gender. Just deal with it and move on.
A Sad Sort of Melancholy Melody
By: George Sand
Where should I start but here? I sit here alone, at Frederyks old piano which faces the window. I will not touch the keys and butcher their musicality with my non-ability to harmonize, or play music in general. Right now, there are tears running down my face, and words dying on my lips. However, these words shall live on paper. This short story is meant only for one pair of eyes: mine. But I should start with the background.
Chopin was my friend, and I did love him, more than I have ever loved a man- yet I had basically thrust him into the arms of another with my big mouth and my in
Delusions -LevixReader- Chapter 4"What are you doing here?" you questioned.Delusions -LevixReader- Chapter 41 month ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The boys' eyes widened at your hostile tone; your voice had come out as a low growl due to your throat being dry from lack of water. The short, black haired man seemed unfazed by your hostility and continued to stare at you with cold eyes.
"We seek shelter," the black haired man replied in a monotone voice. His grey eyes continued to bore into yours as he slightly nodded his head in the direction where Jean sat. "We have an injured soldier who needs medical aid."
You ceased the staring contest with the short man after a moment of silence, by throwing your dagger into the ground by your bare feet. You let out a grunt and curtly nodded your head at the men.
"(First Name)," you said simply.
The black haired man remained silent for a moment, before replying in a bored tone, "Levi."
"I'm Eren Jaeger," the brunette said.
"Jean Kirschtein," the injured one said, smirking at you.
"A-Armin Arlert," the blonde one stuttered.
You walked towards your hous
Hungarian Nocturne - Chapter 1WARNING: Contains contents which some may find offensive; if you do not believe love between two individuals of the same gender is acceptable then please turn away now. : )Hungarian Nocturne - Chapter 15 years ago in Historical More Like This
Disclaimer: I do not own these historical figures.
NOTE: This story will be written in Script format with narration done by one of the characters. And PLEASE do not expect absolute historical accuracies in my story; I like to make things up here and there. Thank you, and happy reading.
(Rutkowski is entirely made up for the convenience of the story because I could not find out who it was that introduced Chopin to Liszt. If anyone knows, please leave a comment and let me know. Thanks!)
Delacroix Narration: Chopin arrived in Paris as a homesick young man looking for a place in the big city. With the help of a fellow Polish businessman, who frequented the artistic circles, managed to get an appointment with an already famous pianist.
(Scene shows Chopin walking and checking his pocke
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.
BathingIn the quiet forests of Doriath, the sunlight was falling dappled through the leaves high above. The birds were singing, the branches were rustling, small animals were hopping happily through the undergrowth. A slight breeze whispered through the trees, and a small brook murmured nearby. All in all, perfect day in the forest.Bathing2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Galadriel, however, was unable to enjoy it.
"I feel disgusting," she complained, pulling sharply on her reins to steer her horse around a small bush. "Do you people never wash?"
Her Sindar guides looked offended, but were unsure how to respond. She was a high lady of the Noldor, after all. As usual when in need of guidance, they turned to their lord.
Celeborn sighed quietly and gave Galadriel a mild smile. "We will be in Menegroth very soon, my lady. Be assured that King Thingol's halls have very beautiful baths."
A frown marred the loveliness of Galadriel's face. "We will be in Menegroth in two days. I feel disgusting now." She huffed out a breath and pulled her
Attack on Titan: Erwin x reader x Levi Pt.1There was a feeling of pity in sitting heavy in your stomach.. and your chest. You sat outside of the closed off door and leaned against the frame. The sight was burned into your memory. Erwin had been so covered in blood, no one could tell if it was from a wound of his own or from the comrades falling around him. It was disturbing when a shaky voice called out his name, and he didn't move, he didn't look like he was breathing. Your mind began to swim in hysteria again before you opened your eyes and took a breath. You were safe in the building, he was safe in the building.. He was alive. You honestly struggled to remember how Levi had found the both of you as quickly as he did, but.. Thank God for that little man. A sharp exhale pushed through your lips as you turned around and opened the door quietly, catching sight of Levi sitting on a stool next to a steel bathtub. Erwin still being unconscious, Levi took it upon himself to take care of the commander.Attack on Titan: Erwin x reader x Levi Pt.13 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
He wore his uniform, onl
Der Herr der Ringe (leicht verkuerzte Version)Abends spńt, da klopft es leise,Der Herr der Ringe (leicht verkuerzte Version)1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Gandalf war’s, der Graue Weise.
„Frodo, Lust auf einen kurzen Flug,
Auf Adlers Schwinge, schnell genug?“
„Warum soll ich heut Nacht denn fliegen,
Wo auch im Bett ich k÷nnte liegen?“
„Um Saurons Ring schnell zu vernichten,
So spar’n wir uns gar viel Geschichten.“
So flogen sie zum Schicksalsberg,
Sahen weder Ork noch Zwerg,
Lie▀en dann den Ring reinplumpsen
H÷rten laut des Berges Rumsen,
Danach sie flogen wieder heim,
Welt retten kann so einfach sein.
Troublesome Chapter 8 - Levi x Reader x ErenThe familiar chatter of rowdy voices were extra loud today to which you were extremely thankful for. They somewhat helped to distract your cluttered mind. You were currently making a desperate sprint to the stables after a rough night of restless sleep, if one could call it that.Troublesome Chapter 8 - Levi x Reader x Eren3 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
You had been tossing and turning all night after what Levi and Eren had proclaimed to you earlier on that very same evening. Your lips stung with a feeling you had never felt before. Grazing slim fingers over your lips as you continued to make a run for it, you recalled the clear visions both Levi and Eren kissing you passionately and intimately. You had woken up with a start after struggling to fall asleep that night. This only caused you to oversleep and waking up close to midday. You had found a note slid under your door which read the following:
"Good morning, ______.
Meet me at the stables at 17:00 hours exactly.
Don't be late.
It had taken you a few precious minutes to comprehend the messa
Aragorn's Lament for ArwenAragorn's Lament for Arwen10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The night is drawing close around us
How much longer will we last, I wonder
The stars that once shone bright and fair in the sky
Are all covered by this shadow
The hope that once kindled in my heart
Now fades to a tiny faded light
Still I feel you within my heart
A hope that lies deep within
Your hope never fades
Nor your trust in me
My path once was hidden from me
But you light the way
Will our love endure this hard test?
Or will it flicker and die like so much already?
The only thing that I dream about now
Is your lovely face, surrounded by your raven coloured hair
How could I not stand against this shadow
When it threatens the life of one with such beauty
Alas my dreams must remain just dreams for the present
While you are safe with your father in Imladris
I am bound to wander in the East
The arm of the Enemy grows long
Soon he will have Imladris in his hand
To save you, I would send you to the Undying Lands
Sail away, my love
With the rest of your people
Leave Middle Earth and all
Common Sindarin PhrasesCommon Sindarin Phrases3 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.
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
Formal: lín ; informal: -ch
Formal: -l (obscure) pl: -dh ; informal: -g ; pl: -ch
(the reason the l is obscure is because it can often be confused with a verb tense that is why it is best to avoid it)
__1: Aiya "Hail" [this one stems from Que
Elvish Part TwoBear: OsroElvish Part Two9 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Naught: Belaum˙ (can also be used for "none")
ImladrisIn Imladris, in RivendellImladris2 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.
Dead MarshesOnce armies proud,Dead Marshes2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
their enemies vile
Once armies proud,
now they rest in a mire
Side by side lie
noble Elf with a Man
Side by side lie
Orcs from a dark den
In dreamless sleep
Forever they'll rest
In dreamless sleep
Hosts of East, hosts of West
The waters cold
Are their murky grave
The waters cold
Above soldiers brave
Dead faces in water
Some noble and sad
Dead faces in water
And mud is their bed
Cold and pale faces,
Both evil and fair
Cold and pale faces
With weed in their hair
All foul, all rotting
Lit by corpse-lights
All foul, all rotting,
You should not look in
Or you'll lose your wit
You should not look in
When the candles are lit
25 Rules For Writing S. SnapeThey say a rule was never made that hadn't been broken. In this case whoever "they" are...are right. I've come across a lot of horrid fan fiction in my day, but if there's one thing that really really bothers me, it's a poorly written Severus Snape. Therefore, I have compiled these twenty-five simple rules to aid authors in writing him.25 Rules For Writing S. Snape6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
25 Rules for Writing Severus Snape
By Lauren K.
Rule Number One:
Severus Snape is a Potions Master who has been known to have been a spy, as well as exhibit extensive knowledge of the Dark Arts. The fact that I need to state this as a rule makes me die a little inside.
Rule Number Two:
Severus Snape does not refer to students by their first names unless otherwise instructed, and even then it takes effort.
Rule Number Three:
Severus Snape is not interested in anyone's personal life unless it has some bearing upon his own. Any interest shown would be done so begrudgingly.
Rule Number Four:
Severus Snape portra
Elvish: Part FourCave: DŰnElvish: Part Four9 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
O: Ai (as in o! woe is me)
Go: Shemor (as in your turn)
Bark: Mein (as in bark of a tree)
League: Jaen˙ (as in measurement of distance)
No one: Belero
The Girl Who Was Born LostOnce upon a time,The Girl Who Was Born Lost1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
A girl was born without a mother or a father,
Into a world which had stopped moving forward long ago.
She was found and raised by a nameless old man, who lived at the end of the world.
There stood castles and cities abandoned by mankind and forgotten by time.
The land itself was a relic of some distant past, covered in a shade of melancholic gray.
In that land, time flowed in a distorted way.
This in term, made the child grow up rather quickly.
Curious about her surroundings,
She left the house everyday, to explore and play in the ruins, which laid scattered along the wastes.
She had always known this distinct sense of solitude, never having seen another human being- Her only friends being the ravens, which were strangely drawn to her.
Flying in flocks, they always surrounded her wherever she went
Waiting for something to unfold.
The girl knew nothing about the old man or much less about herself.
She from time to time would ask him, but he would n
Christian Symbolism in HTTYDChristian Symbolism in HTTYD3 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Becoming a Hero the Hard Way:
Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III as a Christ Figure
(This is an essay I wrote for school in March 2011)
The Christ metaphor has been a poignant part of western literary tradition for millennia. By reinterpreting the Christ story, a piece of literature can bring a new relevance to the ancient story and reveal new ideas within its meaning and mechanics. This is not a practice limited to any one genre, and can be found places where you'd least expect it to be. A great example would be the children's book How to Train Your Dragon by Cressida Cowell. By focusing on human dynamics in a fresh Christ metaphor, Cowell calls attention to aggression and intolerance present in our own society and attempts to realign our perception of heroism with peaceful communications and common sense. She does this by employing several common Biblical motifs in her plotline, carefully characterizing her protagonist, and developing a setting that satirizes the modern world.&
InsanityI gladly admit that I've lost my mindInsanity3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Spinning in circles to mock it
Leaving reality caught in a bind
Unlocking my thoughts from their socket
Invisible paintbrushes come to my hands
And paint me a picture of nothing
My lunacy deems the masterpiece grand
Impressionists making it something
Clouds tower over and make me believe
In dreaming the day through my eyes
Maniacally knowing what life can concieve
Reclusive irrelevance cries
But how crazy is it to think for yourself?
And jump from the moon to the sun?
Write a new book to place on life's shelf
And read one in spite of the gun
Now go through the rabbit hole! No time to waste!
Your wonderland needs to be found!
Reflections will come as you strive for a taste
Of colors, of thoughts, and of sound
So embrace the madness for all that it is
And never lose sight of your goal
Just try not to fail insanity's quiz
Or the realists will swallow you whole
Troublesome Chapter 6 - Levi x Reader x ErenThe next day, you felt full of energy. You couldn't explain it, you just felt more energised than usual.Troublesome Chapter 6 - Levi x Reader x Eren5 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Today was a day dedicated to training, every recruit was to train in hand-to-hand combat by order of Commander Erwin. The training was to be conducted with partners. You dressed yourself in your uniform, harnesses and all and headed out of your room. On your walk to the training ground, a voice called your name and you spun around to meet the familiar voice.
"Hey, ______! Wait up!"
"Oh, good morning Armin!" you greeted the small blonde haired boy.
"Good morning! Are you heading off to the training grounds now?" You nodded. "May I walk with you? Eren's run off of me this morning and I don't know where Mikasa is either. Eren seemed very eager to start training today," he explained to you.
"Sure. I could use some company," you told him while donning your warmest smile.
The two of you walked, conversing the whole way to the grounds. He told you stories about his favourite books and auth
HobbitI think that I may've been a hobbitHobbit3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Since the moment of my birth.
It's the only reason I can find
To explain my expanding girth.
I have great love for seed-cakes
And biscuits buttered fine.
The only nourishment I indulge not in
is pehaps Old Winyards wine.
After breakfast comes a second,
then Elevenses, then lunch.
And indeed I do enjoy
What some folks call a brunch.
I'm never late to dinner, no,
Or supper, while we're at it.
Because of this punctuality,
My middle's quite well-padded.
I dearly love to snack all day,
And even some of night.
Do not try then to stop me,
For I'll put up quite a fight.
You may poke fun, and call me fat,
And try to stir my ire.
Keep your small amusements, fool,
For I'm off to the Shire.
We Dreamed Of Silver SailsWe Dreamed Of Silver Sails2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Remember those winters by the lake so long ago?
We were bundled in cotton and swaddled in snow.
Soft naked footprints 'cross paralyzed sea.
The breath of our skin left a pathway of steam.
Like music box figures, we'd spin on ten toes.
Our breath fogged the walls of our hourglass dome.
Folding our secrets like white paper swans,
we kissed them with wax and we locked them in jars.
The trees were our fortress. The sky was our home.
Our ink splattered fingers carved hearts in the stone.
We fashioned red kites 'round the waist of our wrists.
They left for us tails through the rings of cream mist.
We laughed and we danced through the stuttering breeze
In sea ships of cardboard and crowns laced with leaves.
We'd wake up each morning to symphonic quails.
And under the stars we dreamed silver sails.