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.&
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
Common Sindarin PhrasesCommon Sindarin Phrases4 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
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
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
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
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
(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...Darkness4 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.
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
Gollum's HaikuPrecious golden ringGollum's Haiku4 years ago in Drama More Like This
Corrupts our mind with evil
Never lets us go.
The NoldorMighty are the Second Kindred,The Noldor7 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.
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.
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
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'
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.
It's not them...."It's not really them you hate, is it Feanor?" the words came surrounding him in the Halls. Desperately, he tried to avoid them. "Now, Feanor, you know you can't avoid me."It's not them....3 years ago in Drama More Like This
"Why can't I, Lord Namo?" Feanor said, dodging into another portion of the Halls.
"Because these are my halls, young one, and you won't be able to go much farther," Feanor just knew that Namo was taunting him with those words. Indeed, the second he tried to lose Namo again, he found his way blocked. There was no way to move any further. So, instead, he resolutely stared at the wall and decided to block anything Namo had to say from mind.
"So, Feanor, you're still deciding to delude yourself? You understand this is the only thing standing in your way of true healing," Feanor resolutely refused to answer.
"Very well then, we'll do this the difficult way. I'll talk, and you'll stay here and try to ignore everything I say." Namo gestured, and a chair appeared in the room for him to sit in. "You, throughout your life, ha
Luthien TinuvielDark as midnight was her hair,Luthien Tinuviel4 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.
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