Dwarven Realms THE SEVEN DWARVEN CLANSDwarven Realms7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Clan Mountains where lived
Durin's Folk/Longbeards Hithaeglir/ Misty Mountains
Broadbeams Ered Luin/ Blue Mountains
Lament for the White Tree.Lament for the White Tree.10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Sign of kings and Numenor's power,
Born from Celeborn's white flower,
Nimloth fair, tall did you grow,
But in Ar-Pharazon you found a foe.
Oh, Nimloth fair, blessed Tree,
The axe did fall, thrice times three,
Nimloth, who Yavanna adored,
Fell to blow from axe and sword.
Yet praises be to Elendil tall,
Who took, before Numenor's fall,
Nimloth's child, small and fair,
In Minas Ithil it blossomed there.
Though thrice it died, to plague or war,
Thrice the king a sapling saw.
Nimloth! Nimloth! Your name is fair,
Your children live whilst kings take air.
But now that time is gone and dead.
No king to lead the country's head.
Nimloth now has no heir,
Gondor has no king to care.
In the Steward's courtyard bright,
The last White Tree, no longer white,
Waiting for the king to come,
There are no Ages of the Sun.
The line of Numenor is gone,
Of those old kings there is not one.
Nimloth bright, you wait in vain,
The kings will not come again!
Ai, Nimloth! Fairer than Tinuviel,
In Numenor once you f
Maedhros: Son of FireHe was the fireMaedhros: Son of Fire3 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
An Old LegendAn Old Legend3 years 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 tales
What more will we have when the strength of men fails?
There is still one yet who holds the power
To aid this land in its darkest hour.
From father to son, the title has been given
In the shadows these brave people have striven
To drive away the darkness that besets all
While there is still life in them, men shall not fall
I know the king shall come again, f
BombadilHe was there to form his songsBombadil6 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When the earth to none belonged
The singer saw no paths were laid
No footfalls yet in fen or glade
No hunter, plowman, prince or serf
Settled on this virgin earth
The sun was young, horizons free,
No mast or sail yet dot the sea
Not even high-born Elvin kind
Found this place in form or mind
His song began; he stood alone…
To fruit the earth—seed, nut and cone
Long he sang and forests grew
Frond and petal graced with dew
Mountains smoothed from gentle rains
Quenching thirst and growing grain
Vast in numbers, both bird and beast
Came to revel in his feast
Man-kind also settled there
Lordly men and damsels fair
Kings and kingdoms put each to test
Hobbled East—entombed the West
Shadows came from o’er the sea
From which all that's wholesome flees
This bestirred those long-dead Kings
And made them covet living things
Our Singer’s friends by chance drew near
They lay entranced and choked with fear
To succor friends at their great ne
On WritingWrite for todayOn Writing8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
And like it’s all
That’ll be left of you
Never write for popularity.
Write with clarity, but
‘Don’t make everything said’.
Write a million things;
An ode to the voice
Inside your head,
An elegy for the living,
A carpe diem for the dead.
Write to tell
To just keep
They’ll find a way out.
Don’t write for approval,
That way misery lies.
Poetry can’t be judged,
Not properly –
Write for yourself;
Doesn’t matter if it’s
Good enough for
You’ll never be Shakespeare.
But he’d never
Have been you;
Pour your heart into it,
That’s the best
That you can do.
Common Sindarin PhrasesCommon Sindarin Phrases3 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.
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
Formal: lín ; informal: -ch
Formal: -l (obscure) pl: -dh ; informal: -g ; pl: -ch
(the reason the l is obscure is because it can often be confused with a verb tense that is why it is best to avoid it)
__1: Aiya "Hail" [this one stems from Que
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
Come Home'Túlë mar! Túlë mar!'Come Home5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The men in front of me carry my father's body.
I do not weep. It has been long indeed since I allowed myself to shed tears for any reason. I am straight-backed and rigid and dignified. I am, as the circumstances require of me, solemn but reserved. It is only in the silence of my mind that the nausea of regret consumes me, invading every corner of my consciousness.
I think I am doing a good job of hiding the pain from my face, but my wife, ever more perceptive than I realize, drifts nearer to me. Laurelindë slips her hand inside mine, transferring her strength to me. She smiles her encouragement thinly, but I cannot give her a smile of my own. Too bleak and dark is my heart. Our son walks a few paces behind us, and I draw some little comfort from the stillness of his presence. On my right middle finger rests the crafted signet ring of the Stewards.
It is a heavy burden-one that somehow I did not expect to receive at eighty-one years
An Expert Guide On How To Be Majestic- Or how to become the dwarf you´ve always wanted to be the 50 final steps.An Expert Guide On How To Be Majestic2 years ago in Humor More Like This
1. One does not simply toss a dwarf. It has to be done majestically!
2. And if you have been tossed or tossed one, never tell anyone about it. It´s a majestic secret.
3. If you kill an Orc or Ouarg make sure to take care of it quickly. These things tend to pile up.
4. Never let more than four dwarves climb on a pine tree. It´ll break.
5. Forget Red Bull. Dwarf Ale gives you wings!
6. If your host passes out just party on. He won´t mind.
7. If your host doesn´t want you to use a piece of his furniture be so kind to humour him. You can always sit on it later.
8. Or sit on your host, if he refuses to lend you a chair.
9. Don´t steal your host´s table silver.
10. Some life lessons for you to remember: A doily is not a towel, and crochet is not a game, even if you have the balls for it.
11. If you don´t find your way and are searching a specific house, consider looking at the door. There may be a sign
Kings and Queens of Numenor KINGS AND QUEENS OF NUMENORKings and Queens of Numenor7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
THE EARLY DAYS
An Advanced Guide On How To Be Majestic- Or how to become the dwarf you´ve always wanted to be - in 50 additional steps. -An Advanced Guide On How To Be Majestic2 years ago in Humor More Like This
1. Know yourself. This will make you appear even more majestic than you already are.
2. Do not, under any circumstances, take the Hobbits to Isengard.
3. Only trust elven blades if there´s no Elf on the blunt end.
4. Be polite to the Lady of Lorien.
5. In fact, to every woman.
6. It might be your mother you´re talking to.
7. If the Hobbit of your choice won´t accept the foot hair curlers you brought him, try giving him a pony.
8. Or food. Hobbits love food.
9. Punch your fellow family members in the ribcage if they talk nonsense. It might save their life.
10. When eagles are around make sure to hug a Hobbit.
11. When entering someone else´s house, do not forget to scratch the dirt off your boots on some antique pieces of furniture.
12. Don´t learn to swim. If you must cross a river, use barrels.
13. When realising a legend is true tell everyone (and risk your life doing it).
14. Wear your hair and beard
A Beginners Guide On How To Be Majestic- Or how to become the dwarf you´ve always wanted to be. -A Beginners Guide On How To Be Majestic2 years ago in Humor More Like This
1. Be gruff.
2. Be proud of your size. Never wear high heels unless you need to peak over a wall out of strategic (or voyeuristic) reasons.
3. Eat. A lot. Never refuse an invitation to dinner.
4. Spill as much of your ale as possible while drinking.
5. Avoid silly songs.
6. Look into the distance, if convenient. If inconvenient look anyways.
7. Unless it would kill you. Obviously.
8. Wear dead animals´ skins and furs. Eat the rest. A dwarf does not join PETA. Nor does he become vegetarian. Or even vegan (for he´s not an elf).
9. Avoid elves. They´re sparkly and hug trees. And ride moose.
10. Imitate your pony´s latest hairstyle.
11. If you have the chance to let your hair flow in the wind, do so.
12. Never cut your beard unless you´re in mourning.
13. When you´re in battle, keep your weapons in the best possible shape.
14. Beards extensions are a big no-go. A proudly worn growing beard is more honourable than a cowardly di
RAGDOLL CAP 7RAGDOLL CAP 72 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ragdoll cap 7
El muñeco y su dueño.-
Me quedo mirando desde donde estaba parado con una sonrisa casi imperceptible. No dijo ninguna palabra y comenzó a caminar a donde me encontraba yo se mantenía serio y callado
-¿mi vida será tuya?-
-ya es mía-
No sé si será amor bizarro, simplemente un capricho, una forma de rellenar lo perdido, un parche en una herida profunda o un engaño para sentirme bien. Pero estaba funcionando.
Ragdoll se quedo frente a mí, a una distancia corta, no parecía ni disgustado ni enojado, pero no lo sabría ya que nunca había visto expresiones en su cara, exceptuando una sonrisa de maldad pura.
-¿estás enojado?- pregunte sin dar rodeos.
-no- contesto rápidamente, mirando su muñeco-
-no siento nada ¿puedo tocar al muñeco?-
-no, es mío- dije como una niña pequeña cuidando su juguete favorito
'Urs Kumath: The Fire SongHedân, hedân'Urs Kumath: The Fire Song1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
When embers start to grow cold
’Urs furkh ataman
When skillful hands become old
Hear forges ring with the song
That lets the fires burn long
Talb za-i ikhlûb
Blow kisses to coals for a spark
Let tongues of flame lick the bark
Before there’s dusk in the skies
The smoke of ages shall rise
When embers start to grow cold
When skillful hands become old
Hear forges ring with the song
That lets the fires burn long
Breathe life into fires of gold
And hope your fingers grow bold
The larger the logs set ablaze
Ni narag limil
The longer the burning days
80 things learned from TolkienPretty, shiny things are hazardous to your health.80 things learned from Tolkien5 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
Lament for HaldirLament for Haldir1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Oh, Haldir of Lothlórien
The fair captain of the elves
Brave like thousands of the men
Skilled in fighting with a sword
With gentle smile on his face
In his hand he held the sword
Wore golden armor and red cloak
His eyes were blue as the sea
So handsome he seemed to me
I saw him marching to Helm’s Deep, and I knew
I won’t see him anymore
He looked so deeply in my eyes, and said
„Wait for me in Valinor“
I couldn’t hide tears in my eyes, for I knew
He won’t return anymore
I heared his voice in my ears, as he said
„Wait for me there on the shore“
Then he entred city’s gates
With elven soldiers by his side
And he said he came once more
Honour allegiance of old days
I saw him standing on the walls
He so noble seemed to be
Holding elven bow in his hands
Silky hair flowing in the wind
I saw him fighting with long sword
This great and skilled warrior
Such courage there he showed
He slayed many of the orcs
Suddenly I saw him on his kn
Ragdoll cap 5Cap. 5:Ragdoll cap 52 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Al día siguiente, ya todo estaba tranquilo El cadáver que había dejado afuera de la casa envuelto para que se lo llevaran cuando recogieran la basura, ya no estaba. Estaba sola
Mi madre siempre me decía, ""cuando vivas sola, sabrás lo que es ser un adulto "" En este caso, se lo que es ser un adulto "paranoico".
Mire el muñeco cada vez que lo veía tirado en el piso. Me llamaba la atención pero no quería recogerlo. El solo acercarme me provocaba escalofríos por alguna extraña razón pero que iba a hacerme un muñeco harapiento ¿lanzarse a mi cara y coserme los ojos?... Decidí ir a buscarlo .
No media más de veinte centímetros, estaba viejo, sucio y descosido. Se le estaban separando las extremidades, y le faltaba un botón.
Lo deje sobre mi mesa de noche y baje al primer piso. No recordaba lo sucio que había quedado t
Elvenking's beautyElvenking's beauty1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Snow-white, oh snow-white
Like jewels of pure starlight
Are silky hair so long
Of our noble elven lord
Like evenstar of midnight sky
Are jewels bright
On hands of Mirkwood’s king
Our lord of light
Sitting upon throne of old
Dressed in long silver gown
On beautiful hair glitters crown
Of nobles of the kings
Pure shining eyes
Like midnight stars
More blue than the sea, you may think
Is noble look of the elvenking
His crown so bright
his face so fair
Such beauty he posses
Charm in every move he makes
As I stare at the king
Who throws away his red cloak
I hear his voice so close to me
„I’m patient. I can wait…“
Female VanyarName: Indis the FairFemale Vanyar7 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,
The Sea LongingThe Sea Longing4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The smoke of Pelargir rose up around our company as the Corsairs of Umbar fled from the fallen men of Dunharrow. We stood silent, staring out at the scene before us.
Suddenly a memory came to me in the form of Galadriel's voice
"...If thou hearest the cry of the gull on the shore,
Thy heart shall rest in the forest no more."
My brow furrowed in confusion; why would such a thought come to me at this time? Moments later I heard a sound unlike any other I had ever even imagined. I froze, even forgetting to breathe for a moment, before turning slowly towards it.
There, on one of the remaining pillars of a past noble's home, sat a bird.
With the sound it had made, my ears were shown an entire new song, one of the sea. I now heard the tides more clearly than before and they pulled me gently closer with each new wave.
I could still taste the same salt in the air, but it now meant something completely new.
I now knew that with the sea I was free.
I was free