Masquerae - EpilogueMASQUERADEMasquerae - Epilogue2 years ago in Romance More Like This
“For the love of Aulë will you stop fidgeting Kili!?” Fili snapped, his tone belied by his small smile. The heir to the throne was currently twisting his brother’s hair back into its customary braids. “Anyone would think that you were incapable of remaining seated in one place for an extended period of time”
“Well I did drive the elven guard to distraction when we were imprisoned in Thranduil’s dungeons” Kili mused, wincing when Fili gave the braid a warning tug. He chuckled at his own joke and allowed his brother to finish his hair. “I do like that Bombur’s throwing a feast to formally welcome Bilbo home”
“I quite agree with you, though I think a part of him will always be in the Shire” Fili said slowly, securing the braided hair with a silver clasp.
“But he has us” Kili said, a hint of a whine slipping into his voice.
“Ki, do you not feel a sense of b
-Elven love- Legolas Fanfiction Introduction-Elven love- Legolas Fanfiction Introduction1 year ago in Drama More Like This
‘Come on, I want to show you something!’
The air became cooler when I climbed higher in the trees of Mirkwood. Beneath my feet I could hear the soft rustling leaves.
“Legolas? Where are you, Mellon?’ Asked her warm voice.
“I am up here!’ I answered. I had reached the top and again I was surprised of the beauty of Mirkwood. It was fall and the leaves coloured orange and red.
‘Oh,’ I heard next to me. She was standing next to me and she staggered a bit, but I got her so she couldn’t fall down.
‘No worries, I got you.’ I said softly to her. She looked around, surprised, like I was when I saw this at the first time.
‘It’s so beautiful.’ she whispered.
‘Not as you are.’ I said back. She looked up at me.
‘What did you say?’ My cheeks became warm and I couldn’t help to blush. What did I say?
‘You are the most beautiful elf I have ever seen.’ I have always wanted to say
The Worth of Treasures She watched the curtains billow as she fidgeted with her flowing dress. He should have been back by now.The Worth of Treasures3 years ago in Drama More Like This
She started to pace, looking up at the smooth stone ceiling. He would be back any moment, she assured herself. She walked over and smoothed the bedcover, which seemed to shimmer in the moonlight. The torches around the room glowed brightly, casting shadows on the wall. She felt a sense of gratitude for everything she had been given. Unlike most of the Æsir, she did not take things for granted. She firmly believed that there would be less violence among the Æsir and even the Vanir, if they were all a little more grateful and forgiving. She was jarred from her thoughts by the sound of the door creaking.
"Ah, there you are!" She said with relief, "How was council?"
She could see his form in the shadows. He said nothing. This greatly concerned her. He stepped into the light and she gasped. He wa
Finding Middle-Earth: ProloguePrologue: Love's DeathFinding Middle-Earth: Prologue1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
The phone rang loudly, unexpectedly, through the house. Checking out the window to make sure that her sons hadn’t gotten into any new mischief since the last time she’d checked, Dis hurried to answer it, curiosity sparking; she hadn’t been expecting to hear from anyone. It was a bother that she had to use the corded phone, but a recent storm had incapacitated the wireless one, and until her husband replaced it, she had to make do.
Facing the window, warming her body in sunlight that pooled in through the kitchen windows, a twinge of anxiety stabbed her when she heard who was calling. But that wasn’t anything compared to her agony and disbelief when they’d relayed their message. Gripping the counter until her knuckles turned white, the world tipping under her, she managed to gasp out a- “Thank you for informing me.” –before hanging up.
The phone missed its
His Eyes“Brother…” Tearful, begging brown eyes looked up at him, “Brother, please make the pain go away.”His Eyes2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
His brother’s broken bow and an empty quiver lay next to his feet. The mid-Autumn waning crescent moon’s light reflected off of the waters of the lake. A cool breeze gently blew.
He cradled his beloved younger brother in his arms as he cooed gently, “Hush… It will be all right. I am here with you. Nothing will happen. ”
The prince did his best to remain calm for the sake of his dying brother, for he knew that even now, the younger still looked to him for strength. He cannot allow a single tear to betray his resolve and instead he wore a kind smile upon his face.
With the palm of his hand, he did whatever he could to stop the bleeding. It was no use. The boy would die no matter what he did. Death was ever so eminent and unjust.
In his arms, he held not just his brother, but a dear friend, a confidant, a protég&
Days of Agony-Ch 1 Sealed with Fire (Hobbit fanficThe world was certainly not ahead. It was all around him, spinning madly, and making him sick. Bilbo got up as best he could on wobbly legs and fighting a burning ache in his head. Even if his vision was slightly blurred and his eyes hurt further from the glowing sun, he was able to determine that he was still on Ravenhill, where he had chosen to take his stand, with the Elves. He was alone, however, and very cold.Days of Agony-Ch 1 Sealed with Fire (Hobbit fanfic1 year ago in Drama More Like This
Down in the valley, there was little activity and much silence. He could discern no moving enemies, but just to be sure, he drew his sword half out of its sheath and peered at it. Indeed, the blade was shiny silver, no longer haloed in blue, a clear sign that there were no live orcs or goblins nearby. Putting Sting back, Bilbo sighed in relief and his gaze returned to the devastation before him. There were still a few sheared banners fluttering earnestly out of the field of dead warriors. Victory seemed assured, but at no small price. Relief faded quickly into a heavy heart,
Sweets Chapter Two - JohnlockThe game is afootSweets Chapter Two - Johnlock3 years ago in Romance More Like This
John had been attracted to his flat mate for quite a while now. He caught himself staring at Sherlock way too often, but until now there had always been the possibility that he was simply attracted to the other man's looks. That he wouldn't like Sherlock touching him - not that he had ever really considered that this could happen, but still. What he felt now was far from dislike. It felt so good, Sherlocks mouth pressed on his, their tongues moving against each other. Another small moan escaped him and he blushed slightly in embarrassment. His hands had moved to Sherlocks dark curls, pulling slightly on them. God, what was he doing?
Without any prior warning Sherlock pulled away from John, breathing heavily and a smirk plastered on his slightly swollen lips.
"You are brilliant, John!" Sherlock exclaimed, his hands still lingering on John's face, which wore a confused expression. "You were right; my brain just needed some sugar in order to work properly again.
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
Lovers of the LostTitle: Lovers of the LostLovers of the Lost3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Rating: K (5+)
Summary: It's never easy, leaving someone. Wherever you go.
Warnings:(Very mild) slash. Spoilers for The Reichenback Fall.
Disclaimer: If I owned Sherlock, John and Sherlock would be married BAMFs solving crimes and keeping bees in Sussex.
Notes: This is kind of part of a series of fics (Must Be Mad, More Than I Am, Lovers of the Lost and Of Course, Of Course.)
Lovers of the Lost
It's never easy, leaving someone. Wherever you go. Whether it's somewhere just down the ro
Thorin's Heart ~ Chapter 6Thorin's Heart ~ Chapter 62 years ago in Romance More Like This
She awoke alone. No warmth from his body, the cool night air filling the room as the curtains softly blew. Thunder and Lightning promised a storm was coming, and the air was filled with the scent of rain and she panicked.
“Thorin, Thorin,” she whispered.
She slipped from the bed and tripped on the sheets that had tangled around her feet making her fall to the floor. She pulled the cover over her chest in the darkness. The emptiness scared her.
“Thorin,” she cried again as the tears began to fall.
He was coming down the hall with a basket full of fruit when he heard her. A shot of icy panic shot down his spine. He rushed to the room and found her there, trembling, as he fell by her side.
“You left me,” she whispered shaking with wide eyes. “You left me!”
He could not stop her tears as he took her in his arms and pulled her into his lap.
“No, my love, I am here,” he whispered, cooing into her hair and
Sweets Chapter Six - JohnlockChapter Six - Planning your next stepSweets Chapter Six - Johnlock3 years ago in Romance More Like This
The dark haired detective took a cab and told the driver to let him out in front of Scotland Yard. The traffic was not so terrific and they only moved forward slowly. Sherlock didn't mind, as he was in no hurry to get there. Right now he had to process his problem. It wasn't so much a problem, but more like a puzzle which he didn't know the correct solution to. Sherlock couldn't rely on his brain and his body had betrayed him. He looked out of the window, not really seeing the city pass by him. His train of thoughts always came back to the feeling of kissing John, his warm lips and ragged breath, his dilated pupils. Of course Sherlock had noticed all of this, even though his brain hadn't worked perfectly and hadn't been as fast as usual. He knew that John had liked the kiss and that he was attracted to Sherlock. Quite certainly did he want to kiss Sherlock again and for the consulting detective it wasn't any different. But he didn't know wh
Sweets Chapter Three - JohnlockChapter Three - A game willing to playSweets Chapter Three - Johnlock3 years ago in Romance More Like This
A week passed without one of them talking about what happened. Sherlock was surprised that John wanted him to admit defeat. He had expected that John would want to talk about their kiss. That he would be mat at Sherlock for kissing him. That he would just buy him the patches, but not that John would strike back. Sherlock had of course noticed right away what John wanted to do, but he didn't mind, no. Quite the opposite was the case.
Truth was, Sherlock didn't want the patches anymore; he wanted to kiss his good doctor again. It had felt so good. It had felt like nothing he had felt before. He had kissed a few people, back in his college days, but he had always felt disgusted by their saliva mingling with his own.
John was different, his exception. Sherlock had found himself touching John whenever he could without being too obvious. John had been more observant than he usually was, catching Sherlock staring at him out of the corner of his e
Sweets Chapter Four - JohnlockChapter Four - How to fool your opponentSweets Chapter Four - Johnlock3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Sherlock didn't have to wait long, as London was a center for criminal activity and the police needed his help far too often. Scotland Yard sent him case files home, so that he could look into them and solve the case for them as soon as possible.
Sherlock lay on the couch, deep in thoughts, but they were not about the case. He had solved it almost instantly, it had been an far too easy, boring case. Sherlock thought about his next move. Should he just wait, until John would get the sweets on his own? Should he put on an act, so that he wouldn't have to wait too long, until John would think that the case was difficult for Sherlock? No, he would wait, even if he wasn't the most patient person. It was highly probable that John would look through it if Sherlock put on an act. John did most of the time. Waiting would be the best solution. His hands moved up to his chin, resting on his chest. This was so boring. A small smile played on Sherloc
ImladrisIn Imladris, in RivendellImladris3 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.
Sweets Chapter Five - JohnlockChapter Five - Let's call it a tieSweets Chapter Five - Johnlock3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Sherlock gasped in surprise at John's unexpected reaction. The consulting detective knew that John had liked, no had found the kiss arousing. Not only because of the delicious noises he had made, but also because of his dilated pupils. John slid his tongue over Sherlock's teeth, trying to get the candy back. Sherlock moved his hand from John's cheek to his shoulder in order to steady himself, his knees threatening to give out under him. His heart raced at a rapid speed and he couldn't think clearly anymore, partly because of the lack of oxygen and partly because of his proximity to John.
The other mans tongue skimmed over his and Sherlock gasped, opening his mouth further. John pulled away slowly, leaving Sherlock panting and gasping for breath. A satisfied smirk appeared on Johns wet lips. Sherlock hadn't noticed in the passion of their kiss, that his doctor had taken his candy back.
"Let's call it a tie" Sherlock nodded weakly bef
The Monsters Within Us- Loki/OC CommissionThe Monsters Within Us- Loki/OC Commission1 year ago in Romance More Like This
The Monsters Within Us
The sky was dark and dismal gray rain fell from the heavens in a torrent of water and despair. Such weather conditions were rare in the Realm Eternal, and due to this, the streets of Asgard were scarce of life.
From the sanctuary of her home, a single woman watched the rain cascade and let several tears escape her soft amber eyes; staining her porcelain cheeks with miniature rivers.
The woman- whose name was Bryn- reached up a hesitant hand to swipe at her face, and then returned her steady gaze back to the winding streets and regal dwellings of Asgard. But as she looked out over the maelstrom of buildings and rain, she was blinded; sightless to any of her surroundings or past obligations. For her mind was preoccupied with something so massive that she could comprehend nothing else.
Only one thing prevailed upon her senses, and that was a face. It was the face of som
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.&
18. RibbonsI was five years old when my Father died. He was shot, during a mugging in the alley behind the large apartment complex across the street. "Shot for his shoelaces.", my Grandmother always said. I was too young to understand what she meant then, I thought she meant he had literally been shot for how his shoelaces were tied. I had just learned to tie my own shoelaces, my Father had taught me the week before he died. For two weeks I refused to wear any pair of shoes that had laces, just in case the bad men who shot my Papa would come back and shoot me too.18. Ribbons1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
I remember his funeral. My Mother put my hair up in bunches, tied with black ribbons that kept coming loose because her hands were shaking too much to tie them properly. I sat in the church playing with the pointed ends of them while everyone around me cried and listened to the Pastor. I didn't quite understand what was happening, no one had explained to me that the box on the altar with a
WinterfallsThe endless flow immobile.Winterfalls1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Waterfalls coveted by Winter's sun
now stand solid in the jealous grasp of Lady Frost.