Broken BondBroken BondBroken Bond3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The night in Aman is deathly still as I am shocked from my sleep by a horrible sensation- a feeling of loss and grief so acute it manifests as a searing physical pain in the core of my body. I am used to waking alone, for I have done so for centuries, but in my strange agony I panic and clutch the sheets as if I expect someone to be there.
As I writhe in anguished confusion in my bed, a memory comes unbidden to my mind.
Not long after we were left alone, I visited my half-sister in law, though I was unsure what words could or should pass between us. We sat at tea in long silence, when suddenly, her eyes went wide and she let out a wretched wail. The cup shattered in her hand and it began to bleed, but when I asked her why she cried, she whispered that she had felt her very heart tear itself from her breast.
Only days later, word came to us from the Valar that Fëanáro was dead.
As my pain resolves itse
Sand and MusicSand and MusicSand and Music3 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.&
Lord of the Rings ABCsLord of the Rings ABCs9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A is for brave Aragorn whom Arwen did admire
B is for the Balrog and dear Bilbo of the Shire
C is for the courage of the heroes in the story
D for the Dead Marshes, which the hobbitses found gory
E is for Lord Elrond and the Elvish clan he leads
F is for young Frodo and his mighty, noble deeds
G is for ol' Gandalf, little Gimili and (yuck!) Gollum
H is for Helms Deep and the battle at the bottom
I is for Isildur, too bad he kept the ring
J is jubilation at the return of the King
K is for dark Khazad-dum, where orcish evil lies
L is for *sigh* Legolas, what dreamy, crystal eyes
M is for Meriadoc, known as Merry by his friends
N is for the Nazgul, nasty creatures to the end
O is for Osgiliath, the mighty, broken city
P for Peregrin (Pippin) Took's insatiable curiosity
Q is for the quiet way of life back at Bag End
R for peaceful Rivendell and the Rohhirim that Rohan sends
S is for good Samwise, and Shelob whom he slew
(not to mention Saruma
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
Maedhros: Son of FireHe was the fireMaedhros: Son of Fire3 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
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
(AA) Never forgetMy father’s forge was closed to me,(AA) Never forget2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Its doors always shut,
Its hammering echoing with an emptiness
That revealed nothing.
My mother hoisted me on her shoulders
And inside the stained-glass windows
I saw my father, hammering away,
A smile on his face, a frozen flame within his eyes,
But I could never see
His life’s work.
Though gifts he gave me plenty
Sword and spear and mighty mace
But best I loved the hammer,
For it is used in war and in peace
In creation and in destruction
And surrounded by a mystery I could not bear
I clung on.
My grandfather loved me most,
For I am his younger form, and I had a chance
To start anew
With no competition
No usurpers of the throne.
And my talent, he said, is as boundless as the ocean,
Stronger than the tide, brighter than the Trees
But I looked at grandfather’s creations
And I smiled and shook my head
And Fëanáro tossed his head back,
Laughed, and told my father he has taught me well.
My grandfather once
DarknessEver since the birth of the twins, Nerdanel had been haunted by some inexplicable feeling. She would look at themthe two young redheads attached at the hipsand it would overcome her again. In her very deepest heart there would be a darkness writhing just beneath her calm façade, screaming that something was wrong. The thick tension in the air grew by the day, and it never left her alone, that feeling that something terrible was on the brink of fruitation...Darkness3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
And then she would see those all those smiling young facesher dear, beloved sonsand wish never to let them go. Every time they left her sight
"You are merely being overprotective" Fëanáro would tell her, but she knew it wasn't so. His silver eyes would meet hers, and he would remember the day they were born as if it were yesterday, just as she did. But he would never admit that her words had struck a chord within him.
Premonition"I worry greatly for you, my child."Premonition3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I turned from the view of the roaring, thundering river to look at my father. He stood in the doorway, half in shadow. He wore the comfortable, simple attire he always had when spending a day inside, engaged in comfortable pursuits such as reading and painting. Away from the eyes of the people, away from the responsibilities he bore. His hair, unbound and flowing down his back, caught the light and shone, more silver than gold, as he moved forward toward me.
I turned back to the window. "Why, adar? Have I displeased you in some way?"
He came to stand next to me, and gently took my hands in his. "You have not been eating, child," he said quietly, "and I know you have not been sleeping. You wander the halls, listless and lonely. Your friends have not seen you in weeks." He paused. "What is it that has made you so?" he asked, his voice quieter.
My shoulders stiffened slightly. He spoke the truth, but I did not want to discuss this truth with anyone, an
House of Feanor ChemistryElements:House of Feanor Chemistry4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Feanor: will bond with Nerdanel to produce Seven Sons of Feanor. Will form a +3 cation in the presence of a Melkor, even though this creates a very unstable atom. In its cation state, a Feanor can induce a dipole in most Elf molecules and elements, causing instability, which is particularly pronounced in the Sons of Feanor molecules. Unlike other elements, a Feanor +3 will experience an increase in its electronegativity and attempt to wrest electrons away from other elements. If it attempts to does this with a Morgoth -3 or a Gothmog, the Feanor will explode in a shower of subatomic particles and scatter itself over a wide area.
Nerdanel: will bond with a Feanor to produce the Seven Sons of Feanor molecules. The Nerdanel molecule itself is usually found bonded to a Mahtan or Feanor element, or by itself far away from other Noldorian elements.
Maedhros: non-polar molecule made up of Nerdanel and Feanor elements with a higher number of Nerdanels. May bond with a Fing
Dimples“Now, you must know that I am right.”Dimples2 years ago in Humor More Like This
“Must I, Nelyo?”
Anairë looked up from her book as she heard voices drifting over the hillside. She was not quite sure who was coming. Atar and Amil had probably mentioned some important visitor coming this way from Tirion, since Atar always knew who was coming to visit Ingwë, but they were always ever so boring. Talk of jewels and children, and a lack of intelligent discussion without insults. And these two boys sounded like nothing more than the typical children from everywhere. Really, they were always around her age, but acted like they were no more than two.
While she had been fuming at the interruption to her reading, the boys had crossed over the hill. One of them was red haired, laughing merrily as he motioned his horse to race ahead of the other elf. The other made to race after him, but then spotted her. She groaned as he approached.
“Hello,” he said, dimples showing as he smiled.
Sindarin and Quenya Naming ElementsName ElementsSindarin and Quenya Naming Elements3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
aelin 'lake, pool'
aglar 'glory, brilliance' (Quen.alkar)
alda 'tree' (Sind. galadh)
alqua 'swan' (Sind. alph)
ar(a) 'high, noble, royal'
aráto 'champion, eminent man'
brethil 'silver birch'
caran 'red' (Quen. carnë)
ëar 'sea' (Sind. gaer)
el, elen 'star'
2.033: Too MuchElrond had not moved since Galadriel and Mithrandir had left the Hall of Fire to try their hands at healing Celebrían, and Glorfindel was worried. Elrond wasn't even blinking.2.033: Too Much3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Elrond was keeping his mind carefully blank, refusing to think about what would happen if they failed as he had done, even though he instinctively knew what would happen when they did. He also knew that it was a case of 'when' and not 'if' - he had known it even before he suggested sending for them. But he could not think about what it meant. Not yet. If he did, he would lose all of his carefully constructed control, and probably his mind.
So not yet.
But soon, because he could hear their footsteps on the stairs now.
Elrond did not move even when his mother-in-law and the wizard re-entered the room. He had his back to them so he could not see their defeated expressions, but Glorfindel could and his heart broke. The blond elf flicked his gaze up to Elrond's face, which was still very blank. After a second the
A Night at Pinetop's TavernSomewhere in the back alleys of the city's older section there was a crumbling brick building that had been around since before ragtime music was popular. Hanging above a faded green door that led down to the building's cellar was a wooden sign, and despite the peeling paint, you could still make out the bar's name: Pinetop's Tavern. Nobody really knew when Pinetop's first opened; local folks would tell you it had been there since time began, and the world had grown up around it. It was one of those places where the lighting was always dim and the cigarette smoke never dissipated and the cloud you were breathing now had probably been around since W. C. Handy was still alive.A Night at Pinetop's Tavern2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Pinetop's Tavern was a blues joint, and it had been around almost as long as blues music itself. Blues music was a lot simpler than most kinds of musicsimpler chords, simpler lyrics, and most blues musicians couldn't read sheet music. The genre was born on some unknown plantation in the forgotten Deep
Ice SkatingThe mallorn leaves were just turning gold. Galadriel was looking out of their talan, and sighed slightly.Ice Skating3 years ago in Humor More Like This
Knowing his wife, Celeborn approached her. "Is something amiss?" he asked quietly.
She gave him a small smile. "Oh no, nothing " she paused. "Just there is no real winter in Lórien "
Celeborn raised his eyebrows in surprise. "But it's you who made it so "
"Yes, I know," she chuckled. " I just remembered Helcaraxë."
"Uh Helcaraxë? As in 'the desperate crossing in hardihood and woe'?" Celeborn couldn't help himself but sound somehow sceptical.
"Well sometimes it was fun."
"Yes. Like that time when Finrod carved two seal bones, and bound them to his feet " she chuckled at the memory."
"He did what?"
"Caught a seal. We could only hunt and fish, as there were no plants to gather fruits from "
Galadriel smiled at the memory of Finrod in his lavender tunic, complaining that Maglor couldn't see him now and
RochallorLike blue ice a flameRochallor3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
in darkness shone desperate
Horse returned alone
On green grass faithful steed died
heart-broken mourning his lord
Luthien TinuvielDark as midnight was her hair,Luthien Tinuviel3 years ago in Romance More Like This
And her eyes were sapphires bright.
Her voice was like the song of birds
As she danced with feet so light.
This was Luthien, Thingol's daughter,
For she danced with elven grace,
While in the shadows watched Beren,
An man of mortal race.
Luthien saw him watching her,
So she cast a spell and fled.
And there Beren, a statue, stood,
Though he was not dead.
Eventually, the trance wore off,
And Beren found her once more.
He called out the name "Tinuviel,"
And Luthien fled no more.
She loved him from that moment on,
But this was not Thingol's will,
And he would not let Beren marry her
'Till he brought him a Silmaril.
The Mirror Cracked'A blazing wave devours white shore,'The Mirror Cracked2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The poets muse on Feanor,
While they should wish him nothing more
Than swiftly falling ash.
In reckless words we forged our fate,
In white-hot script for cracking slate,
Each syllable the world's weight -
But gladly were we crushed.
I saw blood in the soft sea wrack;
Each sea-elf dead a mirror's crack
In our own faces staring back
From all the noble slain.
In Dior's blessed and empty face
I searched for us but found no trace.
The mirror shattered. Only grace
We bear no more stared back.
The waves closed over Elwing's head,
Dissolved the Light that silver bled
Into a face that held no dread;
So different from ourselves.
Not princes now, nor kings, but thieves,
And reckless as the falling leaves,
We take the Jewels and my heart grieves:
For all the world is stained.
For this the final Doom we bear:
In blood spilt red as Nelyo's hair;
The golden Vanyar lying there
Dead, even as our hearts.
The living Light is agony;
A shining, sharp finality:
A leap i
From Time To Time.From Time To Time.From Time To Time.1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Want to know the value of ten years?
Why don’t you try asking a newly divorced couple?
And see if they have any wasted tears.
Want to know the value of three years?
Why don’t you try asking an exhausted graduate?
And see if they are ready to start their career.
Want to know the value of nine months?
Why don’t you try asking a distraught mum?
And see if she misses her baby bump.
Want to know the value of four weeks?
Why don’t try asking someone who has been fired?
And see if they like prospect of living on the streets.
Want to know the value of an hour?
Why don’t you try asking someone who missed their alarm?
And see if they still had time to eat breakfast and shower.
Want to know the value of a minute?
Why don’t you try asking someone who missed the last train?
And see if they will be momentarily pushed to their limits.
No matter the amount,
Every single moment counts.
Even when the first day becomes every day
And all the seconds a