Shadows of Nan ElmothO golden cage of Gondolin, is covetousness a crime?Shadows of Nan Elmoth1 year 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
The Ride of OromeThe stars were young upon the heaven’s domeThe Ride of Orome1 year 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.
Sand and MusicSand and MusicSand and Music1 year 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.
My brotherHeed this, my brother,My brother1 year 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
Hobbit limerickThere was once a director of the HobbitHobbit limerick8 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
when filming LotR, he used to quite crop it.
The profit is free,
so let's make movies three:
that was the way he now saw it.
Common Sindarin PhrasesCommon Sindarin Phrases2 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. :D
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
The Mirror Cracked'A blazing wave devours white shore,'The Mirror Cracked4 months 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
At FaultAt Fault1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"They were just children!" Elwing shrieked, viciously pushing her cousin away.
"Elwing " Celeborn attempted to console his young relative, but she refused to be comforted.
"You left them! You left and now they're gone." The young elith collapsed on the ground, sobbing. She clutched her stomach, fighting the physical agony which assailed her. Agony and guilt. She should have been there. She should have made certain her brothers were following. She should not have left them.
The attack happened so fast she could barely separate the jumbled, nightmarish events, but it seemed like slow motion at the time. The elves of Doriath knew th
ImladrisIn Imladris, in RivendellImladris11 months 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.
Faith Seeking UnderstandingThou hath thy understandingFaith Seeking Understanding1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But lost it on thy way.
Go back whence thou came here,
Go back to that one day:
The day when upon landing
On grey and ashen ground
Half dead, thou came to hear
Thy friend was laid in mound.
Thy faith and exploration
Of things thou cannot know
So seek for understanding
Thy faith will lead you now.
In hours of desperation
Don't lose thy faith as well
With hope the understanding
Is found from skies to Hell
Don't blame thyself for death
My dear, friend, lost in dark
I hope thou'll come to see that
We'll never truly part.
The Cupcake King's CarolThe King of Gondolin look'd outThe Cupcake King's Carol1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
O'er his shining city;
Which, with winter snow about,
Really looked quite pretty.
Nearly had he turned his back,
When he saw, with worry,
One dark figure cloaked in black,
Fists balled up in fury.
"Come, my captain, tell me now
Why that boy doth languish?
Who is he? I would know how
I might ease his anguish."
"Tis your nephew Maeglin, sire,"
Came Glorfindel calling,
"And I'm told of late, his ire
can be quite appalling."
"So it is," the King replied,
"But what has him fretting?"
"Idril hath her hand denied,
Which he found upsetting."
"Nonsense! Why should he be mad
A Golden Leaf, A Golden MemoryA stray beam of orange light filters through the condensed golden leaves that clung to the branches of the trees. Stray breezes tickles her neck, just like on any other sunrise. The fair-haired Elven lady wraps her pale white cloak securely around her tall, sleek frame.A Golden Leaf, A Golden Memory2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Her sapient eyes watch intently as a single leaf is swept off of one of the ancient mallorn-trees. Bright yellow sparkles appear whenever its vibrant side is facing the rising sun.
Slowly it descends, swaying gracefully in the air. A smooth and pale hand reaches out, and the fallen memento of the tree lands peacefully on her hand.
"Not idly do the leaves of Lorien fall,"
Into WaterInto WaterInto Water2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The end we have always dreaded has come, and I am entwined together with Morgoth's beast- we are become as one writhing, thrashing creature of steel and flame and flesh. A horrible din fills my ears, which must be his roar of pain at the spike of my helm embedded deep in his breast, or perhaps it is my own scream as I cling closer to him and the fire that emanates from his body licks at my face and skin, burning me, threatening to engulf me entirely. In a final, desperate burst of strength, I wrap my legs as tightly as I can around his and wrench them out from under him.
Suddenly the world is side
Veleth Reniar aen -Sindarin-Veleth Reniar aen -Sindarin-2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
2011 ©Charissa Klassen
Language: Sindarin (J.R.R. Tolkien)
(translation is below)
Nan Veleth feir Ia Reniar aen.
Ethuil hen i-hant bain pêl naer
Nu 'elais vraig gala dagi lyth pain
Mas minlu lyth a gelaidh edlothiant.
Dint pîn miriant dolthad ned glae voe
A duilin laew edona líreg ned gylf dynd
An chír pân avar miriad a linnad.
Mas i-hantien fael ia melant hant hen?
I-eleth mistant or rîw a rhîw dartha.
Mas glennant han lam velui liria voe
'lass dothol ned aur nuin duilin laew.
Si u-ben renia hant hen ah i-eleth?
Tiro! En renion vae, eleth velui hen.
Edhellim bain gwant círa a
Ships of AlqualondeThe song of waters sounded clear and sweetShips of Alqualonde1 year 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
The Lament Of Glorfindel- The Lament Of Glorfindel -The Lament Of Glorfindel4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I can hear them dying still
Hear their cries against my will
Smoke and fire
Sold out Gondolin
Wind is howling in my ears
Dries away my salty tears
Tall I stand
Sword in my hand
Demon breath has scorched my skin
Wiped out all my friends and kin
Last ones dying
Handle slippery with blood
From whose wound this crimson flood
Steals the life
In pain and strife
Of ruined Gondolin
Theres no need for my defence
My resistance makes no sense
I will fall
Before the walls
Of fair Gondolin
Maeglin, I curse your name
And this beast of
The Ballad of Feanor[DAERON]The Ballad of Feanor1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Attend the tale of Fëanor.
His deeds, no Elda had done before.
He forged three jewels that held the light,
But guarded them jealously into the night.
He swore an oath no other swore,
The Demon Prince of Formenos.
He caused his family naught but strife.
Estranged his brothers and left his wife.
He led his people from paradise.
The Doom of the Noldor- their terrible price.
But much more
The Demon Prince of Formenos.
Swing your sword up high, Fëa!
Get what you pursue!
Freely flows the blood of those who hinder you.
He took the ships from their crews at night,
(AA) Never forgetMy father’s forge was closed to me,(AA) Never forget5 months 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
So It IsThe sounds haunt my nights at times. Lying abed with the moonlight trapped and shut out behind the thick screens on the windows, I suddenly fancy I can hear footsteps, coming up the corridor towards my door. Many are the times I have leapt from bed to wrench open the door and confront the owner of the steps; and yet there is always no one there.So It Is1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Why I think these footsteps so important I cannot say. There are many others who dwell in this house besides me, and the door to my room is on one of the main corridors. Anyone could be walking past. And yet, late at night, when those footsteps startle me from dreams, I know they are not the tread of
J. R. R. TolkienJust see who entersJ. R. R. Tolkien2 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!
LossTurgonLoss2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
My brother is gone.
The deafening clashes and shrieks of battle dim and blur together in my ears as I stand, rooted, in the frenzy, staring at the swirling clouds of flame and dust where his banner fell. Through the haze of my sorrow, it hits me like a kick to the stomach that with his passing, and no heir to his line, I have in the space of a few seconds become the High King of our people. I am the last of Nolofinwë's children, and I am alone, as is my beloved Gondolin; and we both will be discovered and destroyed as surely as will all the realms of the Eldar in Middle Earth.
I am pulled from my stupor by
Under Death's Wing- Under Deaths Wing -Under Death's Wing4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
How cold the ground, how hard the stone
No friends around ; Im all alone
How sweet the air of every breath
A warriors dream my noble death
There is no glory, beauty none
To lay here broken in the sun
To watch as birds above the plain
Prepare to feast on my remains
To try and raise my sword again
And fight until the very end
As will commands to flesh and bone
And steel feels heavier than stone
The day grows dark, my dying eyes
Abandon me through my demise
I will not see whats left of me
My pride thus spared in agony
Though I know I have lost this fight
The shadow looms in all its
Did He Not Come HereFëanor asks it of all of them. Each new soul to walk within the Halls of Mandos is sought out and given his questions. He is brilliant and he is driven, and not knowing is a thing he cannot bear.Did He Not Come Here4 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Even those who've had no cause to wish him well answer when they see the look in his eyes, the need to know the answer to his questions.
"Where is Macalaurë, also called Maglor? How fares my son?"
Always, they do not know. And always, always, they look to Maedhros as they ask, "Did he not come here with you?"