Gilraen's LullabySleep, my sonGilraen's Lullaby4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
The night is a river
carrying you there
where silver stars shiver
On streams of dreams
to a land without sorrow
where boys have fathers
and the mounds are hollow
Sleep, my child
the sun hides till morrow
Her last rays a way
that elven ships follow
There, names are not secret
that can bring a danger
And father to child
doesn't have to be stranger
Sleep, my Hope
and hope of your people
Than mighty oak
your roots are deeper
Once you will know
the pride of the humbled,
the value of honour
and hopes of your kindred,
Sleep, my son
while darkness is soothing,
while you can rest
from the call of duty...
Once you will ride
to hardship and danger
and like your father
you will be a ranger
Sleep, my child
like in a nest eagle
when the stars shine,
distant and regal
Sleep, gain more strength,
and courage and strong will
that you will need
to grow and fulfil
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
Thilbo "You're a bloody idiot!" Thorin yelled at Bilbo, forcing the Halfling against the rocky mountainside. "You could have gotten yourself killed!" His fist slammed down on the rock beside Bilbo's cheek.Thilbo1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Bilbo met Thorin's furious eyes, confused but defiant. "I saved you."
"For which I am eternally grateful," Thorin snarled, the truth in his words startling Bilbo. "But my life is not worth yours." His voice was soft, pain shining in his eyes. The fist that landed near Bilbo's face uncurled, moving slowly to the Halfling's cheek, cupping it gently. "My life will never be worth yours."
"You're wrong," Bilbo's voice was soft, so soft in fact that it was barely audible, but the words still fell upon Thorin's ears. Thorin cocked his head, noticing that Bilbo didn't push his hand away. He let his thumb explore the hobbit's face, amazed by the lack of facial hair. He had never felt skin so smooth in his life.
ImladrisIn Imladris, in RivendellImladris2 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.
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
Come Home'Túlë mar! Túlë mar!'Come Home4 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
The SindarAlso of the Third Kindred, were they,The Sindar6 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
'Urs Kumath: The Fire SongHedân, hedân'Urs Kumath: The Fire Song2 months 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
EmptinessI stopped cleaning my roomEmptiness9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
dust lays everywhere
but I'm confident the void inside me
will suck it all in
and leave my room
Warriors of Matrimony CH.1 (Sneak Peek)Chapter OneWarriors of Matrimony CH.1 (Sneak Peek)2 weeks ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Kalich stood in the middle of a grass field.
“Kalich, watch out!” Annala tackled him to the ground behind a small foot hill.
An explosion went off.
Annala leaned her back up against the rock wall as she looked out at the night battlefield. “That was close.” Annala looked over at Kalich who got up on all fours. “What were you thinking?”
Kalich crawled up beside her, placing his back against the wall. He looked over at her. “I’m not exactly use to this.” Kalich was a handsome, lean eighteen year old merchant with blood red hair that draped down around his head with green eyes,
I want nothing but deathAfter the three hundred and sixty fifth setting sun since everything became undone, maybe now I have gathered enough pieces of my ether and stationary paper to write you a true goodbye letter.I want nothing but death7 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I would write you starting with the weather today, where the skies are caliginous and the clouds are heavy basins ready to tip over in tears, much like my eyelids. I dig my toes deeply in the damp terra firma as I remember you.
I would write you in snapshot sentences. I would go about how you've converted my vision into a chiaroscuro religion; shifting all light and attention around me to focus in on only you.
I would write you in portrait paragraphs that resemble childhood finger paintings. These portraits pour recollections of the times my fingers traced the light on your face and memorized its every curve and angle, all the while wishing upon your locked, heart-shaped lips for the keys.
Your cupid's bow flung a flaming arrow
past my bone,
snagging at my marrow,
An Old LegendAn Old Legend2 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
Why do we love LOTR?Why do we love LOTR?3 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Why Do We Love the Lord of the Rings?
Have you ever been rambling on about Frodo and Sam's amazing friendship, or Gandalf's awesome sword-fighting moves, or Aragorn's strong need of shampoo to a non-LOTR friend or relative and suddenly been asked 'For crying out LOUD! What is so great about that story anyway???' and you stop. And think about it. And a rush of words and reasons come flooding into your head all at once and you can't make head or tail out of any, so you end up saying something dumb like, 'I dunno' when really you do know, but it's a feeling you just can't explain. Maybe even a stirring of your heart, that makes you long for the goodness and purity of Middle Earth, the honour and justice, the mercy and truth, the self-sacrifice and faith, perserverance in the midst of tragedy, and, perhaps most of all, good fighting against evil, and winning.
As C.S.Lewis once said; ' If we find ourselves with a desire that nothing in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation i
Song to the starsOh, dear starsSong to the stars9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Please watch over him
And bring him safe to me
Oh, beloved lights
Which shine in the dark night
Please warm his heart
So he can smile
Among you he shines
And with him
He takes my heart
Every time he leaves.
I wait on the cold shore
Every single morning
For him to come back
And only an embrace I wish
To keep me warm
Until his return.
Loved, yet lonely
I am, but who can tell
My bitter pain
Of knowing him so away
In the nights
And darkness so cold,
In a dreamless world?
Hobbit limerickThere was once a director of the HobbitHobbit limerick1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
when filming LotR, he used to quite crop it.
The profit is free,
so let's make movies three:
that was the way he now saw it.
When We ArriveWe'll take the tripWhen We Arrive2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
visit unwanted memories
and lost opportunities
There's a detour
through a road of pain
take a left at embarrassment
(Don't forget the scenic route overlooking
On the way we'll stop to discuss
a lost past
When we arrive
failure will be behind us
Blind Man's BuffJohn had a magnificent black eye.Blind Man's Buff1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"What happened?" demanded Sherlock, immediately alert as he entered the flat.
"Calm down," said John. "There was a power cut while you were away. I got a bit disorientated and walked into the door."
"Impossible," said Sherlock.
"Er, no," said John. "I definitely remember it happening."
"We've lived here for months," said his flatmate. "You should be able to find your way around in the dark."
John sighed. "If you suddenly can't see, it's very easy to become confused…"
The challenge in Sherlock's eyes was unmistakable.
They found a diving mask in Sherlock's dressing up box ("Disguise compendium!") and John covered it in duct tape.
"Right," said Sherlock. "I can't see anything."
"OK," said John, "you have to get to your room, collect a pair of socks and then come back here."
He spun Sherlock carefully and let him go. Sherlock staggered a little but impressively quickly located the kitchen, and then sure-footedly moved towards the far door.
Technology's Children Part 1Technology's Children Part 12 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
All rights reserved. Technology’s Children © 2012 J.D. Night Ghobhadi
DO NOT REPRODUCE ANY PART OF THIS AS YOUR OWN. PLEASE DO NOT DOWNLOAD!
Yes, read the description first!
(Or Mechanical Offspring)
By J.D. Night Ghobhadi
A tale of Humans & Technology
Kat, for literally spoon feeding me the idea. Your snark is always appreciated, even if no one else quite gets it.
River, for suggesting the wonderful title (all credit goes to you) and showing excellent enthusiasm in the story. Thanks, love. Don’t fret: it’ll probably be a full-length novel some day. I most definitely will send you a copy of the book if and when it’s published.
Lastly, Asante and Sarahfina Rose or ‘’Paprika’’ for your wonderful feedback. Asante, I still owe you a signed copy of the someday-it-will-be-publish
Reliving RelapseIf days could die,Reliving Relapse7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
well you know ours would barely be alive.
and for years I searched for my feelings,
for months I tried to ask myself the nagging,
desperate question, the painful query
lumping itself like a jawbreaker in my throat.
For weeks it spoke and twisted,
well what are you, what are you to me?
And tell me, what is this feeling;
this ever-live feeling that just wont stop breathing?
I wondered of obsession,
as I peered around the corner in subtle inconspicuousness,
unnoticeable as 17-letter words, and ten times as bland;
as I listened through the door, through the thick buzzing air,
past every voice for the frequency of yours, the low, boiling croon;
as I sat scribbling your name on every line my eyes met,
twisting the letters around hearts and scribbling over it in ashamed loops;
as I clicked and quivered my tongue to spell your name in incessant adoration,
glaringly ignoring the sighs that were exhausted with my fascination.
(and I tried to follow you and fi
WaitingWaiting was torture by itself. It was one of the worst forms of torture, both mentally and physically. During her discipline sessions, which was what he sometimes called them, she couldnt feel the pain of her previous wounds thanks to the new wounds he was inflicting. When she was waiting pain took over her body and it seemed to make up for every minute she hadnt feel pain during the beatings.Waiting5 years ago in Horror More Like This
Waiting also gave her time to think. Of course she didnt think positive or happy thoughts. Not anymore. She thought thoughts like I hope I die soon. Or I wonder if people are worried about me. She thought of how she would die and when. She stared up at the ceiling counting the stones that it was made up of. Time had no dominion here. There was no past or present. There was only tomorrow.
Tomorrow. It sounded like next year or ten years. In this place seconds became minutes, minutes became hours, hours became days, days became weeks, weeks beca
LullabyAcross vast fields and oceans blueLullaby2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Lies the land of what's myth and true
Where thy dreams lived and future foretold
And where thou canst find the memories of old
Where time fails to keep record of every breath
The land everlasting, unaffected by death
RED HOOD and THE OUTLAWSRED HOOD and THE OUTLAWS2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The bullets, arrows, and fires belong to
The hood, the archer, and the star.
All three are surrounded by violence,
All three come from violence.
The hood comes from death.
The archer comes from addiction.
The star comes from slavery.
Together they fight,
Together they even kill,
But also together
They mend each other wounds.
Words of a FriendWords of a Friend2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
See you later.
Kind words, words of a friend.
Words I will never get to say to you again.
I will never see your smile
Or hear that laugh,
A laugh that made my heart beat like mad.
You made my heart swell with happiness,
And my eyes swell with tears
When you told me I was beautiful;
That I should have no fears.
You touched so many lives,
Saved them from hell.
We only wish that we could have saved you as well.
We don't understand, we never will
We love you, Brian and forever still.
But no matter the pain, I'll smile for you
Especially cos I know you're smiling too.
I'll see you again, I know this for sure
Because my love for you will always be pure.
So play those drums in Heaven,
Make God's head pound.
We'll mosh again, bro;
Your thunder is a promising sound.
Review: The Hobbit: An Unexpected JourneyThe Hobbit: An Unexpected JourneyReview: The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey1 year ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
All right, it's finally here, my review for The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey.
I really enjoyed the opening, starting off with the older Bilbo and Frodo in the events just prior to the start of The Fellowship of the Ring. It was great to see Ian Holm and Elijah Wood reprise their roles for the scene. And I liked how Bilbo started with writing about the dwarfs' kingdom and the attack by Smaug. And I loved the look of the Arkenstone, it was better than I could imagine it.
Martin Freeman's performance as the younger Bilbo was amazing and I enjoyed the way he did it, especially the part with him meeting with Gandalf and the dwarfs for the first time. Ian McKellan's performance as Gandalf was simply majestic, he hadn't lost a step with that character.
And of course, we've got Thorin and company, as some have dubbed them "The Dirty Baker's Dozen". Now, I mentioned in my review of the Rankin-Bass version my mixed opinions on character design, the dwarfs in pa