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
Lament for the White Tree.Lament for the White Tree.11 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 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
Sand and MusicSand and MusicSand and Music4 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.
Every muscle that has been on fire begins to numb from sheer fatigue, and he feels that he will die without food but is too weak from walking to fish or hunt- but then, Maitimo survived thirty-some years without food, didn't he- and now he is thinking of Maitimo again and he swore to himself that he would not think of them right now.&
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
Thick as a Brick - Jehtro TullReally don't mind if you sit this one out.Thick as a Brick - Jehtro Tull10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My words but a whisper -- your deafness a SHOUT.
I may make you feel but I can't make you think.
Your sperm's in the gutter -- your love's in the sink.
So you ride yourselves over the fields and
you make all your animal deals and
your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick.
And the sand-castle virtues are all swept away in
the tidal destruction
the moral melee.
The elastic retreat rings the close of play as the last wave uncovers
the newfangled way.
But your new shoes are worn at the heels and
your suntan does rapidly peel and
your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick.
And the love that I feel is so far away:
I'm a bad dream that I just had today -- and you
shake your head and
say it's a shame.
Spin me back down the years and the days of my youth.
Draw the lace and black curtains and shut out the whole truth.
Spin me down the long ages: let them sing the song.
See there! A son is born -- and we pr
Schizoid Personality DisorderSolitude -- My Sanctuary.Schizoid Personality Disorder5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Silence -- My Llullaby.
Observation -- My Occupation.
Intelligence -- My Curse.
Please, don't invite me to an outing that a normal person would attend in a heartbeat.
I won't hesitate to turn you down, I'm perfectly content being alone, in fact I would much rather be by myself.
It's not that I hate you, in fact I have no feelings about you, I just don't like people.
I can fully focus on my thoughts when I am free of outside distractions, such as the mindless drabble of the masses.
Solitude is My Haven, My Utopia, My Sanctuary.
Silence is golden.
The world needs a mute button, the noise is suffocating; I can't breath outside.
I yearn for sweet silence, all I want is for a few moments of absolute silence when I unwillingly leave My Sanctuary.
Once I finally get silence, I can't help but smile and allow myself to get lost in nothingness.
Silence is An Aria with no words, A Harmonious Composition, My Llullaby.
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
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.
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 Grey5 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
Chronicles of Radagast IIIChronicles of Radagast III8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Saruman suddenly reasserted his role as the leader of the White Council once we were inside the walls of Dol Guldur. "Follow my lead," he commanded sternly, pointing his staff forward as we stayed close behind. Gandalf's sword began to pulse ever more with cold bluish-white light as we walked warily down the corridors of the fearsome, yet eerily quiet fortress. The grimy stone walls were crudely cut and ugly to behold, yet practical and serviceable. The place was clearly of Orcish make.
Not far in the distance, we could see crude spiraling stone steps, one going up to the top of the tower, and the other going down to the dungeons of Dol Guldur, where Gandalf had found Thráin II. As we walked, suddenly the elves froze up, their sensitive ears twitching. "We are not alone," Elrond intoned ominously. He was promptly proved correct when several trap holes opened up in the w
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
Sonnet- Maedhros to Fingon(Warning for mild slash)Sonnet- Maedhros to Fingon4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I met you as a child with plaited hair,
And wildness that I soon grew to adore.
Your ringing laughter echoed through the air
In joyous days when we did not know war.
Just when we felt our future was assured,
I lost you when our haven turned to black.
Through fire, ice, and shackles love endured-
You cut me out of hell and brought me back.
Since broken on the battlefield you lie,
What of my soul remains is now consumed
By guilt, for though I left you there to die,
My heart with yours will ever be entombed.
Without you, dearest cousin, lover, friend,
I may live on, but I will never mend.
The Sea LongingThe Sea Longing5 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
DunedainDunedain6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Faring far and wide ,
His sword by side ;
Never resting elsewhere than the wild ,
Light footed and keen eyed.
His only friend was beast and bird ,
Tree and stone his only home ;
The blood of Numenor in him was all but gone.
Proud and grim ,
All in one ;
He answered to noone...
Loyalty Unyielding, a Melkor/Sauron ficLoyalty Unyielding, a Melkor/Sauron fic3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Author's Note: Do you think the dark lords also deserve some love? Have you been searching for fanfiction with Melkor and Sauron? In this story of the two greatest villains of Arda, we will lead you through the main Melkor-relevant events of Silmarillion, beginning with Morgoth's triumphant return to Angband with the Silmarils, through the consequences of the taxing battle with Fingolfin and the troublesome Quest for the Silmaril, finally taking you all the way to Dagor Dagorath... and beyond.
During the course of this story you will see Melkor risen high and fallen deep and you will learn a thing or two about the loyalty of the Maiar. There will be moments sad and serious and those quite funny as well.
Please review and tell us what you think! Give us motivation to continue :3
Warnings: None in this chapter, but slash in the next ones (see description to learn where you will be able to read the rest of this fic)
Dislaimer: All the amazing characters in this fic an
Elvenking's beautyElvenking's beauty2 years 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…“
SchizoidI am oddSchizoid4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A misunderstood individual
Discretely and secretly unstable
I am a schizoid
And i will always be isolated
Because i am unfit for friendship
Unfit for any relationship
I am a prisoner of my own personality
Bound by it
To watch the socially adequate
As they frolic and talk among themselves
I am abnormal
Therefore must pay the price
The Dragon in the MountainThe dragon in the mountain wasn't cruel in comparison to the others of his kind, but he had a sort of dangerous air around him that kept the villagers out of his reach. For me, he had always had an air of mystery around him, and though many said his voice was fierce and dangerous, I had always thought that he was sweet in his own way, acting more like the grumpy, crotchety old man that I always imagined him to be.The Dragon in the Mountain6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I lived in a mining village, and as the villagers mined the earth, they gave a large portion to the dragon in the mountain. What he did with them I didn't know, but I was told that the village gave it to him so that he would protect us. No one had much to say about the dragon in the mountain, nor did they want much to do with him anyway; they were all so busy. The women would tend the cook tents for the workers, and the men would disappear for hours on end into the gaping pits that I was told were mines. Early in the morn
Life as a Dragon Chapter XIChapter XI: RevelationsLife as a Dragon Chapter XI2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I suddenly opened my eyes with a blush. The dream I just had was very vivid. My blush deepened as I thought of it. I looked to my right and there she was, Kerian, still sleeping. I was about to get up but an idea popped into my head. I growled mischievously and slowly rose, careful not to disturb her. I froze as my wing brushed against her side. Her tail twitched but otherwise she remained still. Sighing in relief, I turned to her and approached her neck, giving it a shallow but firm nibble. I quickly pulled my muzzle out of the way once the deed was done. She emitted something between a yelp and a roar and jumped in clear surprise.
, I tried to say, while laughing uncontrollably. Suddenly, out of nowhere I was tackled to the ground. My laughing stopped and I saw Kerian looking at me and growling, with her teeth slightly bared. I felt a tiny twinge of fear. Had I gone too far? My fear intensified when I noticed her teeth approaching my neck. I tried to kick her
One Day More-Hobbit BOFA/Les Miserables crossoverOne Day More-Hobbit BOFA/Les Miserables crossover1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
One day more
Another day, another destiny
This endless road to greed and thievery
Now Thorin truly knows my crime
He won't forgive a second time
One day more
I did not live until that day
How can I live when we are parted?
One day more
[Kili and Tauriel]
Seems you and I are worlds away
And yet, with you, my world has started!
One more day all on my own
[Kili and Tauriel]
Will we ever meet again?
One more day with her not caring
[Kili and Tauriel]
I was born to be with you
What a life I might have known
[Kili and Tauriel]
And I swear I will be true!
But she never saw me there!
One more day before the storm!
Will I follow where he goes?
So we'll fight to keep our kingdom
Will I join my uncle there?
When our ranks begin to form
Do I stay; and do I dare?
Will you take your place with me?
The time is now, the day is here
One day more!
Gift of the GodsGift of the GodsGift of the Gods1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Smiling, Alex stood on the beach, basking in the warm rays of the morning sun, his bare feet buried in the still night-cold sand. This was it, what he'd looked for during his journey. With closed eyes, he took in the sounds of this place, the gently rocking surf, the cries of the cicadas, a couple of seagulls wrangling over some kind of juicy booty... it wasn't actually a quite place, but besides his breathing, there was not a single human-made sound.
The small Aegean island he'd gone ashore lay far away from commercial shipping routes, and its rocky composition had prevented it from becoming host to one of the hideous looking concrete blocks all too common in popular sea resorts. With beach chairs and waiters, and no difference to thousands of other similar resorts all
Lament for HaldirLament for Haldir2 years 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
Pippin's PerdicamentPippin's Perdicament4 years ago in Humor More Like This
Pippin's eyes were wide. His mouth hanging open. This couldn't be happening. Not now, not ever. This was worse than death.
"I'm sorry Peregrin," his mother, Eglantine, was saying as she sat in the rocking chair by the fireplace "But you've soiled all your other clothes and you cannot go out to play with ripped pants. You're going to have to wear one of your sisters' dresses."
Pippin cringed at the mere thought of it. How could he possibly live through something so horrifying? Something from his worst nightmares? What would his friends say if they saw him in his sister's dress? He couldn't bear to think about it.
"But Mama!" he said, voice cracking in desperation. He couldn't think of other words to express his feelings in a way his practical minded mother would understand.
"Now, none of that Peregrin!" Eglantine said sternly, seizing his wrist in one swift motion and dragging him to her youngest daughter, Pervinca's b