No. 24 PeaceNo. 24No. 24 Peace1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Bilbo stood rather awkwardly before the Elvenking, the sorrow from the death of Thorin still evident in his eyes, despite the time they had spent travelling back away from Erebor. Gandalf stood beside the hobbit, for it had come time for the Elvenking and his elves to leave them and travel back through Mirkwood to their home.
"I wish you would come back with me, so I can show you the proper hospitality of the elves, not the dungeons that you saw when helping your dwarven friends to escape." The Elvenking said, smiling down at Bilbo.
"We must be getting young Master Baggins home, King Thranduil, otherwise we would stay with you." Gandalf replied before Bilbo could say anything. This was the first time Bilbo had heard the Elvenking's name spoken and he did indeed perceive it as name fit for an Elven King of the woods.
Thranduil chuckled, "Of course, it is a long way from here to the Shire I can imagine." He raised an eyebrow as Bilbo yawned, trying to hide it behind his han
The House of FeanorFEANORThe House of Feanor6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Name in Quenya Feanaro Curufinwe Finwion
Meaning Spirit of Fire, Skillful Finwe, Son of Finwe
Name in Sindarin Feanor
Position Prince of the Noldor
Lord of Formenos
2nd High King of the Noldor
Famed for Greatest craftsman, speaker
The World We HadThe roads you drive onThe World We Had1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
are cracked and torn
by the ice of winter and blazing summer.
Remember the days as a child,
when those roads were good enough?
When the end of the street was the limit
of where you were allowed to run,
but you always found enough to do
with the green grass, bushes, and trees,
and a pokemon card or two filled the gaps.
When you found notes carved in the paint
of your neighbor's house.
Everyone was slender and eager to run at that age,
because the world we had
was good enough.
On suffocating nights when the sky would darken
the fireflies would come out.
You ran after them, curious,
wanting to hear the whisper
of what they would say to you in your secret shared language
every time they lit up with joy.
This was sufficient,
this world we lived in.
Every form and silhouette in the night
had a life, a story of its own,
and it was the self-appointed duty of children
to find each and every one of them.
But these roads you drive on now,
they are weary and broken,
Where Did My Little Miss Mellow Go?Where did my Little Miss Mellow go?Where Did My Little Miss Mellow Go?1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
She used to be star,
a little distant, quiet,
but glowing with warmth and love.
Where did she run off to?
Why did she go?
I feel like the night is a little darker
and there's an emptiness in my heart
that her smile used to fill
every day I saw it.
Where did her happiness run off to?
Why did it go?
She was always a nice girl,
and she always will be.
A person who's good to the bone
stands strong against the tides.
A shift in direction can't sway her.
Where did her strength run off to?
Why is it hiding?
Why did it go?
It never left.
The star is still there,
but she's becoming blind to her own beauty,
she's shielded all from her.
I miss my little star.
The smile is still there,
but the muscles that controlled it,
they seem to me a little tired.
I miss her warm smile.
Her strength is there,
but the constant tides,
they've given her a cold.
I miss my silent warrior.
Where did my Little Miss Mellow go?
Why is she hiding from me?