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
The ValarManwe, Lord of sky and air,The Valar6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
King of Eagles, tall and fair,
Ruler of the Valar royal,
To Iluvatar he remains loyal.
Elbereth resides with him,
Silver'd hair, tall and slim.
She is the Maker of the Star,
She hears all, near and far.
Wrapped in majesty and power,
Robed in earthly tree and flower,
Green her eyes and slim her girth,
Yavanna brought forth the forests in birth.
Aule wrought first the Dwarven folk
In secret, but Illuvatar spoke:
"'Tis not their time - they must keep,
And under mountain must they sleep."
Ulmo is the King of the Sea,
And mariners bow down to he.
His horns sound in the deeps and foam,
Calling Elven stragglers home.
Mandos is the Speaker of Doom,
Gathers dead spirits in his room,
In the House of the Dead he abides,
To Iluvatar only he confides.
Nienna the Weeper is his kin,
Pity she is, and welcomes in
Any who are in need of hope,
Those who mourn she helps to cope.
When Orome the huntsman rides,
All evil creatures before him hide,
Loved by horsemen near and far,
Beren and LuthienIn Doriath an elven-kingBeren and Luthien3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Took to himself a Maia queen:
Strange was that love, not spoken of
Ere then; its like was never seen.
Queen Melian a magic ring
Wove 'round their land, to shield it well
From orcish spies and prying eyes
And all who would its secrets tell.
As love had bound, so passion shaped,
And life there grew in Melian:
The elven-child grew strong and wild,
Her parents named her Lúthien.
Lúthien walked where snow yet draped
The woods, and when she'd dance and sing,
Ice warmed and broke, the river spoke,
And winter's chill gave way to spring.
When many years had come and gone
She danced as ever 'neath the trees.
Her sapphire gown blew out around,
And raven hair streamed in the breeze.
Her song brought spring with that pale dawn;
When from the air the chill had passed,
As deft and light as blossoms white
Her feet skimmed fleetly o'er the grass.
Not far from where she danced alone
Beren roamed lost within the wood.
He heard her song and followed long,
And finding her
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 Here2 years 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?"
Forgotten LanternForgotten Lantern2 years ago in Drama More Like This
Legolas walked into the moonlit forest. The air was humid and steamy from a soft rain. It smelled of rotting wood touched with a hint of wild honeysuckle. He walked stealthily pressing on the damp floor of the forest through the slanted beams of moonlight that were cast amid the grey trunks of the ancient trees. The air grew heavier as he neared the sacred place beneath the great oaks where he knew he would find his father. A place where Thranduil always seemed to drift away to find solitude. Legolas smiled down at his father’s forgotten lantern—it sat alone casting a silver glow on the tall, wispy grass. It was not a beacon of welcome but a sign that none were allowed beyond this point. In this place, the only thing allowed was Thranduil’s thoughts-but Legolas stepped forward knowing that this night he was needed.
Legolas walked up behind him, unseen and unheard, but he knew Thranduil would sense he was already there. The air was full of ligh
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
The Grace Given to MeThe Lord of the Rings fanfiction: How do you know that today is the day to die? How do you spend your last day? The thoughts of Aragorn.The Grace Given to Me4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It is time. I know it just as the birds know when to obey the calling of the wind and fly away from the cold lands to feel the sunrays on their wings again. I know it just as the tree knows when to say farewell to its leaves, watching them flutter to the ground one by one and giving something of itself with every leaf. I know that my time has come.
Sometimes I wondered how I would recognize it. How does a man know that he has reached the point where he can leave with dignity and greatness like the kings of old? How does he know that today is the day to die? It could be tomorrow and tomorrow again. One more day not for myself, but for the ones that I love. How can I leave them to grieving? How many times was I near death and only their love returned me to life, showed me the way through the shadows? How can I abandon the
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
Malekith X Reader - Host of the Aether - Chapter 3Malekith X Reader - Host of the Aether - Chapter 31 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Host of the Aether
A Malekith X Reader Novel
Your scream echoed through the area, catching the ears of the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents that searched for you. They might not be able to pinpoint where exactly you were from your scream, but that’s where their quantum field generator detector thingamabobs that we all know they have come into play. When they get close enough, the device will register you nearby and will lead them right to you.
“This is it, isn't it?” You ask yourself. “I’m gonna die, aren’t I?” The strange man kneeled down one knee, resting his right arm on said knee and taking his other arm, stroked your face. You flinch a little as he does this but mutter not a sound.
“Now be good Mortal and let me have what is mine.” He says as he places his hand on your shoulder. Suddenly, what happened between you and Agent Ward happens again. The red shockwave sends the both of you back. You slide a few feet back in the
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.
Shades of GreySummary: Manwë visits Melkor in the Void, and finds pity for the former enemy in his heart. Sometimes, there are shades of grey between white and black...Shades of Grey4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Disclaimer: Just Retelling Reuel's Tales
Beta reader: Cairistiona
It was cold here, upon Taniquetil. The air was thin, and the snow on the peak never melted. The wind didn't blow. It was peaceful, serene a white silence stretching through the halls of Ilmarin. There, high above all, Manwë sat on his throne, and his sight was directed to the east. The threat to Middle-earth has been destroyed. The One Ring has been melted in the fires of Orodruin, and a new age began. Change could be felt all over the world. And yet the expression of the Elder King was not one of joy. His all-seeing eyes were half-closed, focused not on the happening in the world, but something else. A memory, maybe. Then h
Valar HaikusManwëValar Haikus8 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Master of the Winds
Kind and fair, in marble halls
Watching over all.
Brighter than the sun
Radiant with Eru's Light
She kindles the stars.
Far beneath the waves
In a hall of coral wrought
He resides alone.
Giver of all fruit
Queen of flower, leaf and seed
Spreading life with song.
Skilled in every craft
None can equal his prowess
In all that he makes.
Ever mourning for the scars
Which tarnish the world.
On a gold-shod stallion
Tracking evil down.
'Rest' is her name and her gift
She will soothe your soul.
Cold, impartial Judge
Guardian of departed souls
In the West of West.
Preserver of Time
Weaving storied tapestries
Of all the world knows.
In his garden realm
Irmo spins a flock of dreams
Carefree maiden queen
Birds and blossoms her delight
TaintedEven rainbows...Tainted2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Oh sacred one,
Blood of my blood,
She is my heart...
It takes one from none,
That which you said to me;
What I had
It breaks apart,
Pouring into itself
Like bittersmooth glass...
A painful thing,
Dagger through my heart;
Right down to
My bloodstained soul...
A thousand curses
And they tear right through,
But it still won't bring me back
Fili-Kili: Calm After the StormThe brothers were close. Anyone with half an eye could see that, and among the Company of Thorin Oakenshield, it was taken as a given fact. Fili and Kili had been inseparable for as long as anyone had known them, and even Thorin, who had practically raised his nephews, freely admitted that he had rarely seen them apart. The pair did everything together; along the road, from sparring to standing watch, Fili and Kili faced every moment by each other's sides.Fili-Kili: Calm After the Storm2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Kili had, of course, known his brother since the moment he was born. Fili's was the first face he had seen when he opened his eyes, and since he had first learned to walk and talk, Kili had followed Fili wherever he went. For his part, Fili could barely remember a time when he had not had his brother attached to his side as a second shadow. Though he had been the leader of the pair in their early years, the balance of power had shifted out when Kili learned to fight and fend for himself. Since their tweens, the young dwarves had thou
A Not So Secret Family MomentA shuffling noise from the bushes on the other side of the fire quickly brought Bilbo to consciousness. He made to grab his sword as he looked up but he was rooted to the spot by a rather odd sight. A sight that made him rub his eyes free of the image.A Not So Secret Family Moment2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Nope, still there.
Thorin was sitting on a fallen log with Fili sitting cross-legged facing away from him, which of course wasn't the odd thing. The odd thing was that Thorin was, of all things, braiding Fili's hair.
Now all dwarfs braid their hair, so that wasn't shocking at all for Bilbo. It was that Thorin, himself, was doing the braiding. Which caused Bilbo to rub his eyes yet again.
Again, still there.
Bilbo couldn't help but watch, swallowing hard, as Thorin slowly threaded his fingers through the dark gold locks, stopping every now and then to remove an errant twig or leaf.
His eyes were pulled from the entrancing dance those fingers were doing as they intricately plaited the golden locks when he heard
Thorin grumble at Fili, "Fil
BathingIn the quiet forests of Doriath, the sunlight was falling dappled through the leaves high above. The birds were singing, the branches were rustling, small animals were hopping happily through the undergrowth. A slight breeze whispered through the trees, and a small brook murmured nearby. All in all, perfect day in the forest.Bathing3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Galadriel, however, was unable to enjoy it.
"I feel disgusting," she complained, pulling sharply on her reins to steer her horse around a small bush. "Do you people never wash?"
Her Sindar guides looked offended, but were unsure how to respond. She was a high lady of the Noldor, after all. As usual when in need of guidance, they turned to their lord.
Celeborn sighed quietly and gave Galadriel a mild smile. "We will be in Menegroth very soon, my lady. Be assured that King Thingol's halls have very beautiful baths."
A frown marred the loveliness of Galadriel's face. "We will be in Menegroth in two days. I feel disgusting now." She huffed out a breath and pulled her
Happily Ever After"Why did he do it?" Rose Tyler looked listlessly across the great grey expanse before them. Sand, sea, and sky all melded into one big overcast horizon as far as the eye could see. She sat on the damp sand with her legs crossed and hugged herself slightly as the temperature lowered, the sun sinking lower in the sky to her left. Jackie Tyler paced somewhere behind her, trying to contact Pete and manage transport to get them back to London. But she didn't care anymore. She couldn't even think about London. All she could think about was him.Happily Ever After3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Do what?" The Doctor or a man that looked just like him sat down beside her. He crossed his legs in a similar fashion and wrapped his arms around himself like she did, if for no other reason than to let her know that she was not alone.
"He left us here." She told him without bothering to turn her gaze from the sea. "Why did he do it? He said you were him, you so tell me why." Her tone held more accusation than sympathy as she
nehraa asalanehraa asala4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
If I am lost to the Maker for refusing to hate someone, for finding beauty in the "other..." Well, perhaps the Maker is the one who is not worthy of me.
There are other ways to see the world. The Qunari have shown me that.
Saemus Dumar storms away from Kirkwall, his fine leather boots and delicate clothing no match for the windswept terrain of the Wounded Coast. The rocky beaches are always desolate, abandoned save for a handful of gangs and raiders that occasionally plague the shore.
It's getting worse these days, and his father shouts at him when he ventures out here like this. He calls him a foolish boy, reprimands him loud enough for Seneschal Bran to hear. What doesn't the public know about their personal lives?
Saemus kicks at the beach and sends sand flying, the harsh ocean breeze blasting it back into his face. He curses and rubs at his eyes, furious with himself, with everyone.
He looks up, surprised to see a lone Qunari quietly surveying the coastline. The
FingolfinFingolfin, prince of the NoldorFingolfin5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But second son of second wife
No love lost between Fingolfin and Feanor
Yet revolt he joined
And Valinor he fled
Deserted by Feanor
Long march across Helcaraxe
Crown given to him
High King he was
Of all elves
Long the seige of Angband
Long the happiness of elves!
Yet not long enough
In Dagor Bragollach he saw
Death and destruction
The star of the Noldor fall
Enemies close in around them
The rising tide of darkness
And despair overtook him
To Angbands very gates
He walked alone
To single combat
Morgoth he challenged
The Dark Lord accepted
And the battle began
Seven great wounds Fingolfin dealt the Vala
But at last he fell
Broken neck and broken soul
To wolves would Morgoth cast him
But Thorondor saved the king
And took him to fair Echoriath
There to look ever on Gondolin
But Gondolin burned
And Fingolfins despair well-proved
The Noldors' star fell
Yet Earendils star rose