LossTurgonLoss4 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 the captains of Men, and must abandon my fatalistic thoughts for action, though the overwhelming grief for my father's house refuses to loosen its clutches so easily. I fight on because I can do nothing else, and my eyes sting, though from dust or tears I do not know.
As I order a full retreat, my voice breaks and I curse the F
Dwarven Realms THE SEVEN DWARVEN CLANSDwarven Realms8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Clan Mountains where lived
Durin's Folk/Longbeards Hithaeglir/ Misty Mountains
Broadbeams Ered Luin/ Blue Mountains
Cutting DaysDo you remember those days?Cutting Days5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I sure do.
The days where I'd wear long sleeves or armbands no matter what the weather.
cover the scars with tons of make-up
Make up stories about the cuts on my arms or legs
"The cat did it"
"I got it shaving"
"I fell in the woods"
Stupid excuses like that.
I remember the days
when people would whisper when I walk in the room.
The days when people called me a freak
or a emo
or a attention whore
or a psycho
just because I cut myself.
I remember the days
That I'd hide my razors
clean the blood off the floor
wash my bedsheets late and night so no one saw.
I remember the days
when I couldn't sleep without cutting myself
I couldn't think without cutting myself.
The days when my life revolved around self inflicted injury
I'm sure we all remember those days
whether you did it for 6 months or six years
whether you cut 4 times a week or 4 times a day
whether you cut deep or shallow
we all remember these days.
I also remember the day when I decided it wasn't worth it
House of Feanor ChemistryElements:House of Feanor Chemistry5 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
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
ihr kaputten kinderihr kaputten kinder dieser weltihr kaputten kinder9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
klammert euch aneinander fest
missbraucht und geschlagen
bespuckt und getreten
beschimpft und belogen
therapiert und medikamentiert
ihr, die ihr ritzt und sauft
ihr, die ihr hungert und kotzt
weint und schreit und schweigt
ihr kaputten kinder dieser welt
haltet euch aneinander fest
- 8.11.2006 -
Race Against TimeMy brother, what have I done?Race Against Time3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It was an accident, we were having fun.
My arrow, I let it fly.
It whizzed in the air, and passed the Buck by.
I turn to you, folded on the ground.
My arrow, I have now found.
Anguished cries ring through the air
and my soul is stripped bare
for all to see, the mistake is mine,
and it's a race against time.
Aulë, his life is now in your hands,
don't let him slip away like grains of sand.
Let him be spared, let it be me.
Let me take his place, let him be free
from this pain, take it away -
take him away from these pain filled days.
For Some Reason I Think HomeHe staggered to the ruins, soaked with sweat. Blood dripped into his eyes in crimson rivulets. It was over. He was home now. Fatigue and nostalgia meshed together in a haze of memories and reality. The thick clouds above him blurring and molding together into a dreary gray sky matched his mood.For Some Reason I Think Home2 years ago in Sketches More Like This
How long had it been since he had seen this place: Weeks, months, ages? He ran his hand over the remains of a house wall. The craggy mortar and soft moss beneath his fingers seemed strange. Had this been his home? The toppled chimney behind him was growing a wild garden in the fireplace. Was this really home?
It had been a long journey, there and back again. He had fought and even loved it at times. He had the scars to prove it. He squeezed his arm tighter. More blood seeped through his fingers. The last battle that plagued him was finally over. Disapproval was the only thing that had spared him. The dense air popped his ears, muffling everything but his thoughts.
He ground his teeth at the memo
The Mirror Cracked'A blazing wave devours white shore,'The Mirror Cracked3 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
The NoldorMighty are the Second Kindred,The Noldor8 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.
MajestyBlack the night that closed around me,Majesty3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
(Now I see!)
When I listened as He promised
Long I waited; still she turned and
Looked on you!
Son of few years, quickly fading:
Shadows steals across the City,
I shall drown both star and candle:
Bring the Night.
See the furnace-glow of crimson?
Hear the roar?
To Doom I have brought completion:
Bloody chaos breaks around me,
I shall find her – she'll forget you:
But your arms are strong as iron,
Have no doubt;
Past the rail meant to save me
I spill out.
Seven times they jagged crush me,
'Til I fall no more but lie here-
Blood-stained rise the walls above me,
As light through deep water darkly:
Ragged, now, my cloak of glory,
Here in silence ends this story:
Here lies dead.
AT: LostIt was Maglor’s begetting day. Caranthir looked around the camp and noticed how wrong the entire scene was.AT: Lost3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Fingolfin was here, and Fingon too, but Aredhel was gone with Turgon.
Caranthir saw Maedhros, who was sitting by Maglor and Fingon. That was the only right part of the entire scene, his oldest brothers together with Fingon, swapping stories and joking as they kept an eye on everyone else. Of course, that image of perfect rightness only lasted until Maedhros raised his arm, and then it shattered in a hundred memories of guilt and loss. The only thing that made it better was that Maedhros still had the two elves that were always at his side in Valinor.
The rest were harder to look at. Celegorm and Curufin were together with Celebrimbor. If he looked long enough, he could almost imagine the scene as it should be, Aredhel laughing as she darted forward to pick up Celebrimbor and toss him to Celegorm to catch, his sister-in-law laughing as she saw her son thrown thr
The Ride of RohirrimThe beacons litThe Ride of Rohirrim6 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!
MaitimoNote: AUMaitimo3 years ago in Drama More Like This
“Please, just look at me.” Fingon begged, repeating the words that he had said thousands of times throughout the past few days.
It was no use.
On the surface, as long as people avoided looking at his ruined arm, Maedhros seemed as perfect and beautiful as ever. When his eyes were closed, Fingon could pretend that Maedhros was well and resting.
When his eyes were open, however, Fingon was forced to face what had actually happened to his dearest friend. Maedhros no longer existed, it was a mere shell that was left behind. Maglor, on his one and only trip to see his brother, had broken down and proclaimed it Maitimo, laughing hysterically that this was all that was left, wasn’t it nice of his mother to give it a name that could be used as well for a statue as a person.
Fingolfin shook his head after he had dragged his sobbing nephew from the room and returned to see Maedhros for himself. He had tried to drag Fingon from the room too, but he had persisted in
80 things learned from TolkienPretty, shiny things are hazardous to your health.80 things learned from Tolkien6 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
FadeWhat was it all for?Fade3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The anguish and pain?
Your eyes accuse me...
Like flames in the rain
I slowly fade.
Why have we done this?
Blood is a stain,
Blood of my kinsfolk
Will always remain -
Never to fade.
I still see your face
The last day of all
You said, We do this,
We shall not fade.
Then your only hand
Was burning as mine,
We are not worthy
Of their pure shine.
Jewels cannot fade.
You fled to the fire
Like Atar, I think
Embers within you
Sent you to the brink...
You did not fade.
What was it all for?
The anguish and pain?
Your eyes accuse me...
Like flames in the rain
I slowly fade.
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....4 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
Remember todayI'm standing in the rubble and it's time to say goodbye. But my eyes won't focus. My throat's closed up. And I want to speak but I can't, I just can't.Remember today5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
So I stare up at him, my brother, as the white sky spills around him and sunlight bounces off his hair. And I remember a time, such a short while ago, and yet it feels like an eternity
The mighty cry was taken up by the crowd of gathered soldiers, their voices bellowing in victory.
My brother's voice rang out strong and true across the ruined city, and again it was taken up by a cacophony of male voices as they roared their triumph.
The crowd exploded. I watched him standing there, silhouetted against the blinding sky, the flag post gripped tightly in one hand, his sword wielded to the heavens in another as below him the soldiers went wild. He knew how to make hope swell in their hearts. He knew how to make them come alive.
Boromir. My brother. A true captain of the kingdom of men
AA - The Hardest ThingsThe havens are ransacked. The Silmarilli are lost. And we are left, here, with nothing but pain and regret.AA - The Hardest Things4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Dead corpses litter the ground. Everywhere I look, there is blood. Blood and bodies. Weapons and shields. Everyone is dead, Sindar and Noldor alike. The stench is unbearable.
I turn away from Maitimo, from my broken army, and begin walking back up the long, sloping hill. I do not stop when they call me. I do not want to see more. No more suffering. No more death.
All of this, for three jewels... those accursed, priceless jewels. I hate them; I despise them; and yet I will go to the ends of the earth for them.
I finally stop when I feel someone's hand on my shoulder.
"Kano," he says, quietly. It is Maitimo.
I ignore him.
He tries again. "Kano, there are children."
I shake my head. I do not want to know how many people lie died, or how many of them were women and children. I shake his hand off, and keep walking.
"They are alive." Maitimo raises his voice now, calling to me. "Elwing
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.
AkallabethAkallabeth4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Yet such was the cunning of Sauron, and the strength of his hidden will, that ere three years had passed, he bacame close to the councils of the king...And Sauron spoke to the king, saying that his strength was so great, he need not be subject to the ban of the Valar. Then the king harkened to Sauron...and in those days the fleets of the Numenoreans blackened the waters west of the land...and Sauron withdrew to the inmost circles of his dark temple. (Akallabêth, The Silmarillion)
Once he laughed,
In his dark hall-
The lord of all.
Twice he laughed,
For weak-willed men
Who fell, became
His servants then.
Thrice he laughed,
The shadows rang-
Though Doom upon
a thread should hang.
A final time
Would he have laughed?
But then Doom fell-
An iron shaft.
Seemed to frown
On Sauron Gorthaur,
He guessed not
The Valar's wrath,
Though long we walked
His Master's path...
Until the Void
Of Morgoth's crown
Claimed Sauron G
The terms and consequencesIt happened not a very long time after the Moon had first set sail on the skies...The terms and consequences4 years ago in Humor More Like This
Pat pat pat.
A troll was on his way to the gate. There were somebody - or somebodies - knocking outside it, and his Master had ordered him to go to bring them a message.
As a small window high above the gates opened and the troll peeked out the clamour ended immediately. The troll frowned as he saw strange Elves standing outside Angband. The troll didn't like Elves.
"You are fools to come here," the troll shouted at the Elves, repeating the words his Master had told him to say. "Do not battle against an enemy stronger than yourself. Is not Melkor the Almighty a Vala with tens of thousands at his command? Go away!"
The Elves looked up. Their leader cleared his throat and shouted back: "We hear you, you thrall, but go tell your Master that we are here to -" The window was slammed shut and no one cared to listen for what the Elf had on his mind.
Shadows of Nan ElmothO golden cage of Gondolin, is covetousness a crime?Shadows of Nan Elmoth4 years 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
AtarIn later days, when Maglor lingered on the sea shore by himself, as the winter winds nipped at his fingers and made it even harder for him to play than it normally was, and thoughts entered his mind about hating winter, he would sometimes remember winters in the past. Before his brothers and father died, before the kinslayings, before the Silmarils had even been forged, and for a brief moment, the years would melt away and he would feel warm again. On those days, he did not remember the look on his brothers’ faces as they died, or the way his father had turned to ashes before their eyes. Instead, he remembered how when they were children they had believed in such silly stories as Atar Hrive and how indulgent his parents had been of their behavior on those days. It couldn’t have been easy, even after Maedhros and he had grown old enough to know better, and had started to help their father lay out the gifts that night, there had still been five of them to listen to.Atar4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This