J. R. R. TolkienJust see who entersJ. R. R. Tolkien4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the realm of dreams
that none have seen
legends of old
Molding them into
Reaping the fruits
that in his mind grow
to rivers of words
that from his pen flow
Travel through the lands,
follow the dream
He gives you his hand...
Enter with him!
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
Common Sindarin PhrasesCommon Sindarin Phrases4 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
Sand and MusicSand and MusicSand and Music3 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.&
The Secret Garden"I know what you're thinking about," Nolofinwe's known, beloved voice whispered in Anaire's ear.The Secret Garden3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Really?" she answered playfully, her eyes laughing.
"Yes," he kissed her neck and hugged her from behind. "For I'm reminded of our first meeting as well "
They were standing in a hidden spot between the many trees that surrounded 'their secret garden', as they came to view it. It seemed every child found this spot and claimed it to be his or her own, and currently their son, Findekano, was playing there with his cousin and friend, Nelyafinwe son of Feanaro.
"It was not so long ago, you know," Anaire said, turning in his arms to demand a kiss on the lips.
"Mmm true " came the reply.
Anaire laughed again. "Come. Let us leave them alone."
"Do you want to play with me?"
The girl lifted her head, surprised. She was sprawled on the grass, an opened book before her and an apple, half eaten, in her right hand. Above her stand a boy about her age, his long, black hair tied with
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
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....3 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
The House of Finarfin FINARFINThe House of Finarfin7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Name Finwe Arafinwe Finwion
Meaning Finwe, Noble Finwe, Son of Finwe
Name in Sindarin Finarfin
Position 2nd High King of the Noldor
Talents Known for his beauty and wisdom
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
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.Atar3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Just Don't - Sherlock"Have you even been listening to me?" John asked suddenly, interrupting himself as Sherlock hummed quietly, the consulting detective's eyes distant and his expression empty. John had seen this look on Sherlock's face before; in fact, he was really starting to get quite used to it. That didn't mean he particularly appreciated being ignored, however, and occasionally his frustration overtook his patients. "I don't even know why I bother talking to you," he muttered, slowing to a stop as lanky companion continued to walk on, apparently oblivious.Just Don't - Sherlock4 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Yes, yes," Sherlock responded, sounding uninterested and still, apparently, unaware that he was walking alone. "Of course I was listening to you, John... Just not to what you were saying." He hummed for a moment more, the sound of his shoes echoing quietly off the wall and into the river, before he stopped suddenly, his hand raised thoughtfully in the air.
"Of course..." Sherlock said, almost whispering. "Of course... I should have..." He starte
Celeborn and Galadriel: 1. IntroductionThe first time you see him, he is gracefully moving so as not to bump into you. He doesn't stop to acknowledge you as courtesy requires, but you can see he's in a hurry. Later you learn that he has just come back from patrolling the forests, bearing urgent news to Elu Thingol's ears alone. You also learn he is dividing his time mostly between counseling Thingol and captain duties.Celeborn and Galadriel: 1. Introduction3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
When you're finally introduced he is clean, his bright silver hair straight and unbraided and his eyes have a depth of wisdom to them, even though he is relatively young. "I apologize, Lady, for so rudely ignoring you," he says politely; you smile and nod your acceptance. He walks away.
You see her in the library one morning, gazing into the room, eyes unseeing. Anor has caught her hair, making it even more brilliant then it seemed in the torch-lit hall. You keep watching her for a time, till you realize the line you thought was the shadow of a tree is a tears' stain. Silently you disappear, guessing (rig
MajestyBlack the night that closed around me,Majesty2 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.
Sonnet- Maedhros to Fingon(Warning for mild slash)Sonnet- Maedhros to Fingon3 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.
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
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
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 Things3 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
Want Nothing MoreHe had lied; just a little one, a small white lie that wasn't really a lie at all, if he were really to think about it. After all, he really did want to help the dwarves get their home back. He wanted them to know the safety and comfort he had always known, the warmth that a true home can give someone when they step into a place and think, "This is where I belong, and this is where we belong together. This is our home. Ours". Yes, he hadn't lied about that. As he looked around at the small company of dwarves, some looking at him in jubilation at his safe return while others looked quizzical as to why he had returned and one gazing at him with a nearly unclear expression, wavering between harsh judgment and what Bilbo believed to have been relief…relief at seeing him safe, relief at seeing him return, he had told them they he wanted to help them find a place where they could belong, a place they could call home. And in that truth had been a little lie, or rather something left out of thWant Nothing More2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
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
AkallabethAkallabeth3 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
Noldorin Agony[CELEGORM]Noldorin Agony3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
None could subdue her,
This siren in white-
Her face always haunting me.
Though I pursue her
It seems, out of spite,
She revels in taunting me!
What's an elf prince to do?
When the one thing you want
Is a thing that's related to you.
I've met a maiden,
By leadership laden,
Her circumstance dire.
That form, full of power-
(More tree trunk than flower)
Sets my heart afire!
Oh, great Valar above!
Why must this lovely woman be
Far too stubborn to love?
Oh, the torture they teach!
What's as intriguing-
Or half so fatiguing-
As what's out of reach?
Am I not sensitive,
As kind as I'm handsome
And heir to a throne?
No, you're not and you know it, so stop that!
(sarcastic) How clever.
You're making me mad!
(darkly) You know nothing of madness
Til she's und
YGO-Stargate crossoverYGO-Stargate crossover11 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Author's notes: Once again, you're more than welcome to expand the chapter into your own fic. And I'm not an avid Stargate fan, so there're probably mistakes... I currently watch two to three Stargate episodes whenever I go home on Saturdays, and those are all from different seasons. I usually get one geek-Daniel episode followed immediately by one Jonas-trying-to-fit-in episode, so my sense of SG timeline is practically non-existent. Not to mention this chapter was somewhat rushed.
Hush the Silent has claimed the Duo plot bunny... I don't if anyone else wanted it. I'll keep you posted if I know about any fics going up.
Warning: Language and some possibly unpleasant situations. If the last chapter was G, this one's PG at least.
By Lizeth Hallington
Chapter 2 - The Archaeologist
"You don't have to go."
Dr. Daniel Jackson sighed, again, for what seemed the millionth time. Dropping a shirt into his suitcase, he turned to face the speaker
ChoicesSo again it has come to pass. We spilt the precious blood of our kin. Two guards lie dead and silent on the floor of the tent. Several others fix their empty and yet accusing gazes up to the dawning sky and beyond the boundaries of the world. As many others before them, they stood in our path – and we dispatched them. A dull echo of remorse resonates faintly somewhere deep within my soul at the realization of how easy it was. For me, anyway.Choices3 years ago in Drama More Like This
There used to be times, when shedding our kin's blood would be an alien concept to us, something beyond our imagination. But those times seem so distant now... We used to be so innocent, centuries ago. I've forgotten what it felt like. Innocence, once lost, cannot be regained – nor truly remembered.
Yet again, I find myself wondering about when exactly did this occur. Which of those bridges we've crossed was that of no return. When everything we used to be transformed into everything we're now. When we stopped making choices... With a cold indiffer