The SindarAlso of the Third Kindred, were they,The Sindar8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And deep their loyalty to their King;
When, during the Great Journey, he mysteriously vanished,
Mournful songs for him they did sing.
When the others continued West, they refused to go on,
Still loyal to their lord, they determined to await him.
So when their Kindred departed, they remained behind,
And called themselves the Forsaken.
Their long vigil rewarded when at last did their King return,
A beautiful Queen at his side;
Now tallest of Firstborn was he, and silver of hair;
And glorious was the light of wisdom in his brides eyes.
Great was the peoples joy; for no longer forsaken!
And content to dwell beneath the stars, People of Twilight,
Named the Grey Ones, in honor of their High King;
For over 3000 years did he reign in great might.
The greatest of Firstborn in the mortal lands,
Were those who were called the Grey.
Mighty were they, and vast their realm,
The Queens Girdle ever held evil at bay.
Lovers of trees were the Grey
The VanyarFair and golden of lock,The Vanyar8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Are the first of the Eldar Kindred;
Of those who set forth to the West,
Their Journey nothing hindered.
Fewest are they of the Firstborn,
But wisest are they in mind.
And as for courage of the heart;
More valiant none can find.
Music and poetry is their joy,
At the foot of the Holy Mountain they dwell.
Favored are they by the King and Queen of the Powers,
Love for them, in their hearts, does swell.
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.
The FalathrimLast of the Third Kindred,The Falathrim8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Are these Firstborn who dwell by the sea.
When the Grey Ones they left, twas their last Sundering they thought.
But such was not to be.
With the other Kindreds they had traveled west,
From the long trek many others had strayed.
But all through the long hardships and waiting,
On the Great Journey they had stayed.
They believed their journey nearly over,
For the boundary of Middle Earth they had reached.
While they awaited the Ocean Lord, his Vassals they met.
And from them learned all they had to teach.
When the time came to depart with the Ocean Lord,
Some did not accompany the Host.
For they had come to love the shores of Middle Earth,
Its waves stirred them the most.
In mortal lands they were the first to build ships,
For to explore the waters they long.
Gatherers of shell and coral are they;
Always they heed the oceans song.
Great Havens they built in Middle Earth,
Mighty ships and collections of pearl;
To the songs of gulls they gl
The House of FeanorFEANORThe House of Feanor8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Name in Quenya Feanaro Curufinwe Finwion
Meaning Spirit of Fire, Skillful Finwe, Son of Finwe
Name in Sindarin Feanor
Position Prince of the Noldor
Lord of Formenos
2nd High King of the Noldor
Famed for Greatest craftsman, speaker
The TeleriWith love for music are the Third Kindreds hearts filled,The Teleri8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In singing no equal have they.
On jewel covered beaches, they wander,
And dwell by a starlit Bay.
On the coast of Eldamar they dwell,
The Haven of Swans is their home;
Pearls and lamps with it they have filled;
To the waves their souls ever roam.
The Sea is their greatest love,
The stars to them a sure trail;
The Ocean Lord and his Vassals are their friends,
As for their ships, none fairer do sail.
Seven days and Seven truthsSeven days and Seven truths4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
One kiss for you,
As the the sun sets,
And the water starts to cool.
Two eyes lay on your flesh,
Scanning the beauty with a grin,
And staring into eyes that the goddess gifted to you.
Three hours no one will come,
By this cove and we are all alone,
In that time my every motion will paint my love.
Four more life times,
I wish to spend with you,
Till the final rebirth in summer land.
Five rings of emerald,
Grace your sweet fingers,
As stones of mother earth that I found for you.
Six ruby red marks,
Show to you my devotion,
As I let you lay absolute claim.
Seven days they say,
Was needed to make the world,
And seven million more I will hunger for you.
ATSD Alternate Ending: BoyborgIt had been a few weeks now since Doofenshmirtz had been able to successfully conquer both dimensions, Ruling over both Tri-State Areas simultaneously. Whatever happened to his double, no one knew; all that was known was that while Phineas and his brother were busy helping rescuing their sister from her prison, something had gone wrong in the other dimension.ATSD Alternate Ending: Boyborg1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Candace was about to leap through the portal when Perry, the other dimension Perry, covered in bruises, pushed her back into her dimension, making sign to leave, that the mission should be aborted. It all happened so quickly, and all Phineas remembered after that was a note being tossed at him by the platypus before he was violently tugged back through the portal. No one noticed the note besides Phineas, and so he kept it to himself, secretly unfolding it while his sister made a call to all the members of the resistance to back down and lay low for a time.
Get him back home
It worried the ten-year-old for a
Female VanyarName: Indis the FairFemale Vanyar8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Meaning First daughter
Position 2nd Queen of the Noldor
Relatives Niece of Ingwe
2nd wife of Finwe,
Mother of Findis Fingolfin, Irien and Finarfin
Grandmother of Fingon, Turgon, Aredhel, Finrod, Orodreth,
Tolkien's ElvesTolkien's ElvesTolkien's Elves9 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
When dealing with such complex works as The Lord of the Rings and its affiliated books, written by J.R.R. Tolkien and in some cases edited by his son Christopher, one becomes saturated by the vast variety of characters and races represented. However, one must keep in mind that all the races can be broken down further than a general classification. An excellent example of this is Elves, the Eldar, Firstborn Children of Iluvatar.
Although all Elves are indeed the Firstborn Children, they can first be divided into two classes: the Calaquendi, the Elves of Light, the High-elves, those Elves who heeded the westward summons and dwelt in Valinor, land of the Gods, during the time of the Two Trees; and the Moriquendi, Elves of the Darkness, who remained in Middle Earth and never saw the Light that was before the Moon and Sun, for they were the lovers of stars and the twilight.
The Calaquendi contained three groups of Elves: the Vanyar, the Noldor, and the
Paper wings fly freePaper wings fly free4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A young man,
Sat alone in a box,
Made of his own doubts and fears.
Each day he threw,
A paper plane outside,
Watching as the wind took it home.
The planes were,
Really letters he wrote,
To any voice that would listen.
One day a reply was sent,
In the same way his letters took flight,
And the message was by a young lass name Rem.
More letters took flight,
As back and forth the two spoke,
With wings formed from oak's bark.
Soon another girl,
Also added her letters,
To the flights sea of flow.
Her name was Ren,
And her friend Mary joined,
Each day the three sent the young man news.
How the city was,
How the sky was such a bright blue,
And how the water that rested by the city port looked so new.
One day as he threw the letter,
His step was one to far and with a slip,
The young man collided with the edge of his seal.
The wall did not kill,
The wall did not hurt,
The wall did not maim.
Instead the man's hands,
Met the greener grass's warmth,
And standing before him were three girls he did n
Female Noldor MIRIELFemale Noldor8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Name: Miriel Serinde
Meaning: Maiden of the Jeweled Garland, Embroiderer
Position 1st Queen of the Noldor
Handmaiden of Vaire
Talents Famed for her skill at embroidery
Born Year 1050 Age of Starlight
PnF: Twisted Games A game. That’s all it was. A sick, twisted game...PnF: Twisted Games1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Torturing his brother, making sure every time Ferb found him he would take him right back away. The brit hated it. This would be the last horrid game he would play with that evil game maker and his twisted mind. The last little trick, illusion, or whatever it was going to be this time. He would not have it anymore.
This was it. He was going to bust himself and Phineas out of this horrible place once and for all. No more torture, no more psychotic laughing at him and his brother and no more losing Phineas in a sick game of... of...
Gosh, he did not even have a word to describe the twisted little games the man made. But the green-haired boy was going to make sure this was the very last they were going to go through.
As he was pushed up a dark, circular tube he wondered what he was going to have to do this ti
In your sweet armsIn your sweet arms4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Looking out the window,
To the sea of mysteries so untold,
There we find the king's lost treasure.
Tell me stories,
While we look out the window,
To see things that may not even exist.
Yet in your strong arms,
The world of fantasy can become,
Something more than faded memories.
The window breaks,
And the portal to dreams manifest,
So tell me a story and watch it unfold before our eyes.
With logic thrown away,
The world is but a dream,
And mystery awaits at every turn.
In your strong arms,
I'm just dreaming away,
While you tell me a story of wonder.
maskShe laughs because she can't cry.mask10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Knowing what harm it does.
So she wears a mask,
That could best the jester's
With a smile carefully put in place,
She walks about her day
Under that mask a small girl cries.
Lost and lonely and ready to die
Huddled in a corner in the only light.
She watches the shadows,
as they creep closer.
She holds her hope,
In a silver locket that once was gold.
Clings to it in vain faith,
That one day she will be able to run from the shadows.
Knowing that it will never come true .
She watches over me and you.
Looking through the eyes of that smiling girl you see.
She laughs but with tears in her eyes.
So she closes her eyes when ever she laughs,
So no one can see,
what lays hidden underneath .
look closely next time you watch her laugh.
And look for the tears.
It's like looking through crystal glass.
So painfully obviously,
That you chose to look away,
And look only upon the smiling girl you love.
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.
Turin TurambarYou want to be a master of your fateTurin Turambar3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And believe still that you can win this fight
But anger kills as surely as a blade
And so is dimmed for you Doriath's light
For king's judgement you did not want to wait
But fled instead - fugitive in the night
Wandering lost, you found men of the night
And joined with them, and shared their lonely fate
On Amon Rûdh you will for your friend wait
His love will guide him, make him join your fight
Then Bow and Helm will bring to these lands light
Until the bond is severed by the blade
The sword is black and cruel is its blade
When it cuts flesh in darkness of the night
What you have done, you'll see in flash of light
And understand the evil turn of fate
For it is not an enemy you fight
But Beleg's death that in your hands did wait
For other man the elven maid did wait
But love is as dangerous as a blade
That Gwindor sees, and gives up without fight
Then bridge was build, and dragon came in night
And so is sealed Nargothrond's tragic fate
In Pool o
100 Themes Challenge - Part 1100 Themes Challenge - Part 13 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Malik's first thought, when introduced to the scrawny boy with the golden eyes included a wondering over his Master's sanity.
Altair never realized just how complicated his past was until it took him an hour to explain it to his betrothed the month before their wedding.
3. Making History
As he held Kadar's dying head in his lap, Malik had the odd thought that the novice had never really made history.
Each wanted to best the other, and the clash of swords in the training ring of a slate eyed boy and a golden eyed child confirmed a rivalry that would last to the end of their days.
When he was turning his back on his Master's dead body, Altair could only think that now nothing could sadden him, and his soul was now unbreakable.
After a while of thinking he was seeing his brother's ghost, Malik began to think his obsession with maps was normal.
With his arm bleeding and his body broken, the ride to Masyaf fro
Loki and OdinOdin and Loki.Loki and Odin2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Odin, the mighty all father made all the nine worlds from the body of Ymir but still he sought more power. That is why he gave his eye to Urdarbrunnr, the well of fate, and that is why he hung from the tree. He believed the knowledge would bring him power. But when he learned of Ragnarok he knew he had no power to stop the fate of the gods.
Weary of the weight of the knowledge he gave so much to attain, Odin spent some time wandering the nine worlds. It was on such a journey that he found himself surrounded, deep in Jotunheim. The Jotun had heard of his vision of Ragnarok and were not happy to see one of the gods they knew would be their downfall. At least a hundred Jotun had ambushed the great god, many of them or an unusual size and power.
Odin was backed against a wall, surrounded on three sides by jagged cliffs. He raised his spear and eyed the Jotun army, wondering how many he would be able to take down with him. He wondered if he would die there, in that cold harsh
That Summer in RivendellWarm sunlight streamed downThat Summer in Rivendell4 years ago in Romance More Like This
From the leafy canopy
A thousand shades of green
As water glittered along its course
And fell shimmering into its crystal basin
A soft breeze whispered
Through the boughs of ancient oaks
And beneath these trees
Two lovers walked
And sang in clear elven voices
And vows they made:
Never to part
That summer in Rivendell
ProfessionalismThe warm morning sun had just risen over the high buildings of the San Marco square in Venice, when a man clad in the highly luxurious clothing of a wealthy nobleman entered the market place through its eastern portal. Along with him came his wife and a bodyguard. Of course, these people weren't here to shop for groceries as the commoners did. For simple household chores like that, they had their servants. No, they were here because they had heard of a ship that had arrived from India, which carried exotic cloths and jewelry something the Lady of the house had to pick out herself that were to be sold today.Professionalism5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The large square was crowded with all kinds of people; more noblemen, common townspeople, guard patrols, merchants and, inevitably, thieves trying to take advantage of the situation of wealthy people on the market place.
One of these thieves, however, had other intentions than her personal gain. This thief was a woman of about twenty-five years of age. She had s
Caves of the ForgottenNow sing the song of dreamers under stoneCaves of the Forgotten3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In Caves of Damned forever they will sleep
And wander ever in their dreams alone
Now sing the song of dreamers under stone
In place forgotten where Sun never shone
There Ar-Pharazôn landed with his fleet
Now sing the song of dreamers under stone
In Caves of Damned forever they will sleep
Command of MasteryCommand of Mastery4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Will you conduct Mastery,
Weaving threads of reality,
Like a spell with quick success?
Wrap a soul,
In words of love and caress.
And meaning fill
A glass of sinlessness
And without any reason,
A complete control of another.
So tightly bound
That the sound of a name,
Can cause a deepened echo.
Will any stand truly tall,
And claim mastery over all,
In a form even a fool can comprehend?
We hunger no master,
For to be a slave is to live,
Without a sense of self or power.
But we decree,
A unending need,
To belong to another.
And in the end,
Though the name may change,
The need will never truly die away.
Thus once more
It is begged and screamed
For another to rob control and logic.
Because you see,
That so deeply coded into us,
Is the form of highest pleasure.
And in final note,
The songstress sings,
For mastery of all to be holy
Can one contain,
The truth in the soul,
And bind so deeply a heart in need.
With final creed,
Will you lack deceit,
Titans: Indians Vs Cowboys"Hey! Hey knock it off! Lian!"Titans: Indians Vs Cowboys5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"No way! Not til victory's mine!"
"Get her, Iris!"
Wally West, a.k.a. the Flash (formerly Kid), and Roy Harper, a.k.a. Arsenal (formerly Speedy) had just broken up a fight going on between Lian Harper and Wally's twins, Iris and Jai West, at the kids table. This year, they were having Thanksgiving at the West house, and it appeared that battle consisting of paper ammunition, rubber bands, and anything else the kids could get their hands on.
Lian was wearing a feathers and a headband, while Iris had on a cowboy hat and Jai had a bandana wrapped around his mouth.
"What the heck are you doi-is that cranberry sauce?" Wally asked, eyeing the slashes of red on his niece's face.
"It's war paint." Lian proudly stated.
"We're just playing cowboys and Indians, dad." Jai told his dad.
"It IS Thanksgiving." Iris reminded them.
"Uh, they didn't have cowboys at t