The Dangers of DrinkingThe first time Eärwen got really drunk was a few nights after her marriage. She and Arafinwë were having a quiet time, watching The Trees and sharing stories, kisses and wine. Time flew by, Telperion almost reached his waning, and they were lost in their own world. She was quite drunk, and for years she'd been dreaming of being a mother; he was completely naïve in the matter of raising children, being the youngest son of Finwë. In the morning she woke with a severe headache and no recollection whatsoever of the end of the previous night. A year later, however, Artafindë Ingoldo was born.The Dangers of Drinking3 years ago in Humor More Like This
Findaráto, as he was usually called, was a charming child. Hair as golden as his father's and big blue eyes like his mother's, he made many a head turn around and gape at him admiringly while he passed by. There had never been a problem with him, though. Of course, he did some mischief from time to time, especially when his cousins were around, but he was never mean, and a
Thoughts...They wondered about him, he knew that. They couldn't understand why such a smart man, a genius some of them called him, would be that alone, but still be happy about it. And they didn't know that he really wasn't happy, that it was all an act that he put on, his last and greatest performance.Thoughts...3 years ago in Drama More Like This
He had lost everybody now, there was nobody left that he could hold on to, that he could watch. Elrond's sons had finally sailed with their grandfather earlier in the day, and he was now all alone. Of course, they had never known he was watching them, that they were all he had that kept him from completely losing himself in his thoughts, his thoughts that just wouldn't shut up, and that kept replaying in his mind, tormenting him with everything that he had ever done or said that had caused others to disapprove of him, but really what else was there for him to hold onto? All the happy memories in the world couldn't keep his thoughts away. His singing was the only thing that did that, but when he sa
The Passing of ArwenThe water rippled silverThe Passing of Arwen5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The trees all shone with gold.
White elanor was blooming
In Lothlórien of old.
Elvish voices laughing
Silver music in the air.
But I hear now only silence
In Lothlórien the fair.
The mallorn leaves have fallen
Where once the flowers grew.
Time has touched the forest
Gone Lothlórien I knew.
Tear-stained face and empty fingers
As cold as stars above.
Memories, only memories
In Lothlórien, I loved.
No singing; naught but echoes
In the groves where phantoms tread.
Like the trees, the Elfstone faded
My Lothlórien is dead.
But they say beyond this world
Grief and darkness, light dispels.
With the spring, I pass forever
Caranthir's Babysitting AdventureIt would be an understatement to say that Caranthir was not happy. In fact, he was as far from happy as an elf could be. The reason for this was waving good bye to him as they all went down the path. It was quite unfair of them to assume that he had no plans, and therefore leave him with the munchkins, as they went off to have fun. Just because his parents wanted to go watch Maglor play, Maedhros had plans with Fingon, and Celegorm had been deemed an insufficient babysitter after he tried to use Curufin to pick up girls, did not mean that Caranthir was an appropriate one.Caranthir's Babysitting Adventure3 years ago in Humor More Like This
So, scowling, he turned back around to stare at his younger siblings. Right away, he could see problems. Amrod had Amras’s hair in his mouth and was chewing on it – that couldn’t be safe. Still, he supposed that the missing clumps of hair would grow back eventually. For now, he would ignore that and try to figure out where – Bang! Taking off at a run, Caranthir headed in the direction that
SunshineHis eyes were blank as he waved his hand lazily through the visible radiance of sunshine that cascaded through the thick trees above, dappling the clearing that he didn't dare enter. The light refracted through his hand, bending oddly, as if it were passing through water rather than flesh. Not that his flesh could truly be called flesh anymore.Sunshine4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Macalaurë sighed and looked down at the shining green grass. His silver gaze could detect no sign of a foreign, solid object obstructing the path of the light that was being thrown to the ground, lighting up the world around him in a way that appeared striking compared to the gray of everything else around him. Even his pale shadow of a hand seemed brighter beneath the sunlight.
Even the sunshine can no longer see me. This fact should have bothered him, should have brought him some sort of despair, but the elf didn't even twitch. In fact, he was almost relieved
Crossroads of Light and ShadowSummary: In a rainy night, Aragorn walks through the Midgewater marshes. But not all paths lead to good ends, and dark things lurk at the crossroads… A story with sound and visual effectsCrossroads of Light and Shadow2 years ago in Horror More Like This
Disclaimer: If you recognize it, it is not mine. If you don't recognize it, it's probably not mine, either. Not even the Neekerbreekers…
My thanks to openmeadow for an inspiring chat about senses
Dedicated to all my friends that walked with me through mud and rain, and that were lost with me until we found ourselves again.
Crossroads of Light and Shadow
Squelch. With effort he pulled his boot from the mud. It left a deep footprint.
Squirsh. Murky water began to soak through the mud and fill it.
Blub.The surface closed. Besides a few bubbles on the dark surface, there was no trace of his passing.
Squish. Another step. A waft of something foul and rotten
Tangled Family TreeI met a lovely maiden on the streetTangled Family Tree3 years ago in Humor More Like This
We got engaged quite soon and then we talked
Bout kin and friends, and then we came to see:
Turns out her mum's my long lost distant aunt.
Her father was a lord of wisdom rare
And that reminded me of my own kin
It's funny when you think about your gran,
And realize she's your new father's niece.
My brother was a mortal man of old
He founded line of Kings that prospered long
One heir took liking for my daughter sweet
My nephew now is my son-in-law instead.
The Two ParodiesThe Two ParodiesThe Two Parodies6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Gandalf the Grey: So now were falling to our death.
Balrog of Morgoth: Oops, I died!
Gandalf the White!: REBORN!
Frodo Baggins, Ringbearer: Ouch. Teh Ring is giving meh cancer again.
Samwise Gamgee, his steadfast companion: I hate lembas. But Ill eat it because its food. And I love food. But I hate lembas. ITS AN AWFUL PARADOX ! Whatever, then.
Frodo: You are wei too happee to exist. Dont you ever say anythingz bad?
Sam: Its going to rain.
Frodo: Sticklebackz. Why do I alwayz haf to be rite?
Gollum, who speaks in third person. (Like Suede.): Im baaaaaaaackz, Precious
Gollum: OMG TEH HOBBITS IS ATTACKIN MEH!
Frodo: Le gasp! A kindred spirit! Yayz0rz!
Sam: But hell kill us
Frodo: Cmon mah new buddeh!
Meriadoc Brandybuck, former comic relief: GROAN.
Peregrin Took, who is probably more complicated than he looks: Whoah what happened? Where did the funny go?
The CostThey only saw an explosion of lights in colors of light red and deep purple from the tower along with a loud deep noise. Ban Teagan and Alistair were looking astonished at that direction. After a few seconds the only thing they could see was a dark thick smokeThe Cost4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
They couldn't realize it It was over The Arch demon had been slain and the darkspawn maniacally retreated.
Humans, elves, dwarves were applauding for their victory and hugging each other with laughter and tears of happiness Although a lot of their people died that day, this wasn't a time of mourning None the less, they died heroes! This was time of joy for they stopped yet another one time a great evil!
But for someone the cost was great
The impact of the explosion threw Solona many meters away from the dragon. Everybody froze and held breath. They thought her dead because s
After Landsmeet 2"Where should I... put you...place you..."Sten asked Solona almost nervously. She smiled at him, knowing that actions like these were totally unknown to him.After Landsmeet 24 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"On the bed..."she spoke with weak voice, and so he did, putting her down with so much cautious as if she was something fragile.
"Sten..."she chuckled "I will not break..."and she caressed his cheek before he stands up completely. Sten was gaping, and that moment Morrigan entered the room holding two buckets full of hot water.
"Oooh, you look so much like Alistair now!!!" she teased him and he sharply turned to her and growled.
"Oh, ok, you are Sten again... Qunari... What - ever..."she murmured.
"Thank you, Sten" Solona smiled to him and closed her eyes, turning her body to her right side.
"You are welcome, Kadan..."and the Qunari left the room giving the evil eye to Morrigan before closing the door behind him.
"You woman, melt the stone they have for a heart of a Qunari!!! You are DANGEROUS!!" Morrigan laughed so loud and her la
Broken Replicas“I am tired,” Orodreth said, turning from his brothers to look out the window.Broken Replicas3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Finrod looked up from the chess board that he was currently staring at (and that Angrod was glaring at, angry to be losing once again) to smile at his brother. “You should go to sleep, if you are that tired. It has been a long day, and we have another long day ahead of us.”
Orodreth paused, before turning around to stare at Finrod. “Not like that. I am tired of all the expectations, Finrod. Not that you would know what that was like, being Amil’s darling little perfect boy, the one who took after his father and acts nothing like the rest of his family.”
Angrod and Aegnor exchanged worried glances, as Finrod’s smile momentarily slipped off his face, before he managed to plaster it back on. “Come now, that is merely the lack of sleep and the wine talking. You will feel better in the morning.”
“It’s not the wine talking, brother
HE WAS NOT!At times, Celeborn appreciated the fact that every elf still remaining in Middle-Earth was able to peacefully coexist. When you were left with only a handful of people who could still remember the First Age, regardless of which group you had belonged to, it was nice to be able to talk to other people. And then there were days like today.HE WAS NOT!3 years ago in Humor More Like This
Theoretically, it should have been a nice day – he had journeyed to New York to meet up with Maglor and Thranduil. Thranduil had ventured to America back in the 1600s, coming with some of the very first settlers and establishing himself in the forests. Maglor had come a few centuries later, hoping to establish himself in one of the orchestras that were popping up in all the major cities. With the invention of airplanes, there had been no reason for him not to come to America to see them.
However, he had not expected Thranduil to be drunk and wanting to sing. That generally put a damper on his day, especially when Thranduil also happened to be in
After Landsmeet"W- Warden?" Arl Eamon shook Solona's shoulders slightly "are you not feeling well?"After Landsmeet4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Oh, no, I am fine" she said waving her head
"So, you will decide who is going to be the next King of Ferelden?" Arl Eamon didn't even bother to say the word 'Queen'.
"M-me? Why no I it is not my place my Lord, I cannot "she faltered but he looked at her meaningfully
They had already discussed that matter And now they talked again only for a few seconds with their eyes. Arl Eamon scowled and shook his head as if he could read her thoughts. She frowned and looked at Alistair. His eyes were fixed on the dead body of Loghain. He was looking at it, as if it didn't matter that he killed him. As if it wasn't enough
'You could never be together' 'I never wanted to be King' 'He belongs to his people' 'You DON'T have the authority to decide for me' 'The bloodline of Theirins must be continued' 'You are a Mage'
"Warden" Arl Eamon's voice shattered her thou
Boromir's Little Brother 2This happened a year after Part 1 of Boromir's Little Brother.Boromir's Little Brother 25 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
16 year old Boromir was walking around the palace and when he passed the throne room he heard yelling coming from his father and little brother, Faramir.
"You should really act more like your brother he loves his people and wouldn't want to wreck their property."
"Father, I do love my people and I would never want to wreck their property!"
"I just wish you would love me the same way you love Boromir!"
After that final word out came running a crying Faramir.
Faramir ran to his room and started crying again. Why does his father hate him, he is always being compared to Boromir. Why can't you be more like Boromir. Boromir wouldn't fail me. He hated hearing it day after day because apparently everyday he would do something wrong.
Always ch 1313. New ArrivalsAlways ch 132 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Things are relatively quiet and definitely boring over the next couple weeks, and excitement only comes when Honey has her puppies; three boys and a very adorable girl, all varying shades of tan. I spend enough time out in the stables just watching them and plotting how to tell Nathaniel about them that Jowan starts to tease.
I ignore him. He's just jealous that he's too busy to join me, since it's gotten chilly enough to spark off the inevitable round of illnesses that come with winter, and he's stuck inside as the primary healer. But far as I'm concerned, the stables are a decent place to hide for a break from the pressures of command; the only noises are the mewling of Honey's pups and the occasional reassuring snuff from one of the parents. I bring a book out with me and read until the light fades away.
A week and a half after the puppies are born, my solitude is interrupted far earlier than usual by Lucy.
"Here to check on the little ones?" I ask with a smi
Rain can't wash away_ FrUK one-shot“A-Angleterre…” he gasped, trying to regain the breath that had been stolen from his lungs. He made no move to lift his already abused body off the dirt, no move to defend himself. The man above him showed no intentions of backing down either, sword held steadily at hand, bony knuckles going white. He was going to die. Francis knew that very well. He had known since the beginning of the war. And he was going to die from the hand of his own husband. That, they had known forever.Rain can't wash away_ FrUK one-shot2 years ago in Drama More Like This
And he wasn’t afraid. He wasn’t scared for himself, for his own life, for his own sanity, but rather for England’s. Because this man, -this nation- that stood above him with the rain pouring down on them wasn’t England. He wasn’t the man he had shared his nights, his weaknesses and his heart with. He wasn’t Arthur Kirkland, the Briton that couldn’t cook to save his life and who read a little too much Shakespeare and preferred that horrendous t
The River Flows SouthThe Anduin flowed like moonlight in the darkness, the silver stars dimly reflected in its waters behind a greyish mist of cloud, when the Captain of Gondor went walking. Far from Minas Tirith, far from his men, where the only sound was the soft rustle of reeds and the occasional cry of some woodland beast, Faramir son of Denethor went walking.The River Flows South7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
As he walked, ever wary of any sound or movement, his hand rested lightly on the hilt of his sword. Ready. Always, beneath the sharp sickle of the waxing moon, he was ready. And yet his mind was not focused could not be focused. There was a far more important thought nagging at his mind.
His brothers horn, the Horn of Gondor. Three days had passed, and still he could not convince himself that the echo of a thought that he had heard had been any less than Boromir himself; any less than a cry for help. It had been faint, so faint that no ear should have heard it, as if from many, many miles away. Almost silent, and yet
Alternate Chapter X - FaramirAlternate Chapter X - Faramir11 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
**This contains spoilers to The Two Towers Special Extended Edition**
The sun was shining gladly on the relinquished city of Osgiliath, and I watched as my brother riveted the people of Gondor with his powerful speech. The citizens were all watching him, as transfixed as I. It was for one moment that I felt almost unworthy to be his little brother.
"Remember today little brother!" smiled my older brother, grinning from ear to ear. He handed me a goblet of fresh ale and clinked his goblet against mine. "Today, life is good."
I watched him with a smile, full of admiration. He was so much stronger than I. And the people of Gondor loved him. Everything about him was strength and valor. He was everything I wanted to be.
Our moment was ruined when I saw our father approach. I saw Boromir's expression become grave; he seemed as apprehensive of our father's intentions as I did. And yet I could never quite gather as to why. Our father loved him. With me it was different. Boromir pulled his grim
Always ch 3333. ScarsAlways ch 332 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Knowing I'm the last one in, I shamelessly draw out my bath until the water's gone tepid and my fingers are starting to wrinkle. It's only then, when I'm shivering despite the fire on the grate, that I climb out and dry off.
"Funny how much pleasure you can take from the simple things in life, isn't it?" Lily comments as I pull out clean clothes for myself.
"Sure is," I agree, shimmying into my trousers, damp skin an dark blue fabric sticking together. Someone knocks on the door just as I slip my arms into the sleeves of my shirt. I roll my eyes. It figures... "One second!" I hastily raise my arms and yank the grey fabric down over my head even as I walk toward the door. "You ladies both decent?" I check, hand resting on the knob until I get nods from both of my roommates. The sight that greets me when I open the door is not one I would have expected: Declan and Mal, both clean, the latter clad only in a much-too-big pale green shirt that hangs practically to hi
Always ch 22. RepercussionsAlways ch 22 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Explain." The word slides out between my tightly clenched teeth as I try not to erupt before I know the whole story.
"Can... Can we do this in private, Commander? Please?" Sigrun asks, eyes pleading with me to say yes.
"That would be the wisest course," Varel agrees.
Despite wanting to snort and demand to know when I've ever stuck to 'the wisest course', Sigrun looks so miserable I acede to their wishes. "Fine. Where should we go?"
"There's a room we were using as an office of sorts while you were gone." Varel replies. "We can talk there."
"Lead the way," I sigh.
He nods and does so, Sigrun trailing behind him with me at the back. "Here we are." Varel opens the door to a small study, most of the furniture still covered by dustcloths, except for the desk and two wooden chairs.
"So, who's explaining?" I demand as soon as the door's clicked shut behind us.
"I... I will, Commander," Sigrun volunteers. "I'm the one who screwed up, it'll sound less like finger-pointing and
Always ch 2525. Pressing OnAlways ch 252 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
While my faith in the others is well-placed, I am being very quickly reminded why I hate fighting blood mages. This man's an even bigger headache than Caladrius. At least he didn't keep summoning minions every time we killed one.
"Sigrun, go for the mage!" I holler, dodging a clumsy swipe from the last of the abominations before divesting it of first its hand and then its head. That mage is going to keep summoning the skeletal warriors if we try to kill all of them first. We need him dead before we worry about them. Once I no longer have the abomination dogging me, I join Sigrun in attacking the mage while Declan and Jowan handle crowd control of the remaining undead. They work well as a team; Jowan immobilizing the skeletons with various spells, and Declan more permanently incapacitating them.
I'm glad it's going so well for them. Sigrun and I aren't having nearly as much success. This blood mage is a tricky one, he keeps moving and dodging