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Sand and MusicSand and MusicSand and Music2 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.
Maedhros: Son of FireHe was the fireMaedhros: Son of Fire2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Devouring flame
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
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 ti
J. R. R. TolkienJust see who entersJ. R. R. Tolkien2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the realm of dreams
creating lands
that none have seen
Retaking kingdoms,
legends of old
Molding them into
enchanted world
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!
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
Of Names and DecisionsFair child without sorrowOf Names and Decisions1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Is your life hollow,
Noldorin prince?
Dreams are just small seeds
Adventures, great deeds
Ripen long since…
A burning fire
That’s your desire:
Onwards without wince
In the light of Two Trees
Noon of Valinor's bliss
Golden-haired child
Over the wide sea, though
Lie the lands you don't know
Distant and wild
Oh, eager child...
***
Faithful and steady
Is you oath ready,
Nargothrond’s king?
Reaping the visions
Of your decisions
Darkness will sink
For the oath spoken
Echoes unbroken
Loyalty true
A new hope is born
Grief of those who mourn
Up to sky flew
New day is coming
Dawning in blue
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
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
The Rohirrim Ride ForthBold they ride and battle-readyThe Rohirrim Ride Forth1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Swift the horses, stern the Men
Sounds of hooves like thunder rising
Who shall ride homeward again?
Gondor calls in hour of peril
Rohan answers, ever brave
Rohirrim ride, though each man knows
Journey's end may be the grave.
Forth they ride, the Eorlingas
War's horn calls to Rohan's Men
Bravely go they to the battle
Some shall not ride homeward again.
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.
Halls of MandosStories hung upon the wallsHalls of Mandos1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Every thread a single fate
Whom Mandos to his halls calls
Must pass through the iron gate
Every thread a single fate
woven into tapestries
Must pass through the iron gate
Who has died in shade of trees
Woven into tapestries
All the stories big and small
Who has died in shade of trees
Will see them hung on the wall
All the stories big and small
Written by the hand of time
Will see them hung on the wall
Stories of love, courage, crime
Written by the hand of time
Fate of every Man or Elf
Stories of love, courage, crime
Each of them can find himself
Fate of every Man or Elf
Whom Mandos to his halls calls
Each of them can find himself
Stories hung upon the walls
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
An Old LegendAn Old Legend1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ages long gone and ages long passed
Shades of grey, man's memory fades fast
The glory days told of old
Shines as brightly as silver and gold
Before the dark, before the strife
Before many of the spans of life
There lied the glory that men bore
The gilded light of Westernesse's shore
That era of brilliance, that age of wealth
That time of wisdom and of great health
Those days are passed or so it is said
As now the great kings of lore lie dead
Is there a hope against such reckless hate?
Where does it lie? The enemy's gate
Draws nearer every day
And now there is little that holds him at bay
But still we hold on to legends and tal
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
_____________Pronouns
-----a dash before the characters make it a suffix that is used for verbs and possessive
Version A
Formal: l
(AA) Never forgetMy father’s forge was closed to me,(AA) Never forget6 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
With no
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
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
A Strand of HairA Strand of Hair1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Gimli enjoyed exploring. Gimli's father, Gloin, had raised him on tales of Thorin's expedition for the Arkenstone. Gimli wanted to follow his father's footsteps, maybe even surpassing them. His own journey was nothing like his childhood daydreams. It was wearing, terrifying, miserable, difficult, and often boring. He relished every second. That was why he accepted the elf's invitation to sail west to Valinor.
Gimli would travel farther than any other dwarf before or after him. He had not realized that he would be the only dwarf on the continent. It seemed silly, but he did not consider how alone he would feel. He missed his family, but it wa
Uninvited- Uninvited -Uninvited4 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Glorfindel straightened his back and, obeying the subtle signal, his steed stopped. He reached out to pull the hood from his face. They remained still, and only the movements of its ears betrayed the animal's curiosity.
The fog had risen from the valley and, in engulfing the path in its soft paleness, had drowned out the sounds of rustling leaves and ordinary forest life. The air was still and full of moisture, the tiny droplets suspended as if by some greater will. They clung to Glorfindel's cloak and to his hair; silver on gold.
And yet the silence was alive, full of expectation and wariness. Glorfindel's senses had told hi
Spirit of the LandI am the landSpirit of the Land4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I am the stone
I am its breath
I am its bone
I am the song
brought with the wind
Ever present
but never seen
I am the spark
in the lake‘s eyes
The arms of trees
And wings of night
As old as hills
As deep as sea
Forever young
Forever free...
From WithinGlowing from withinFrom Within2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Far from woe and sin
Merry as the ringing of a bell
Hear and see things more than well
Mesmerized by the twinkling lights above
Admiring anything that returns the love
Immortal yet fearful of anothers fate
Eager to erupt darkness and illuminate
Graspers of beauty and chance
And learned in the art of dance
Elegant and light on their feet
Musical when entranced by a beat
Fair as the land they behold
Accepting of what is foretold
Graceful as a streaming river
Unchanged while surroundings wither
Much more than just pretty faces
One of the most divine and beautiful races
Sta.sh
