SparkAll light had failed.Spark2 years ago in Drama More Like This
There was only darkness. Darkness, and him, and the pain. The pain was the only thing that was not dark. When Maedhros closed his eyes, the pain even blocked out the darkness, drowning it, mostly red, sometimes white.
There were no stars; even they had failed. Maybe they were still there somewhere, above the reeking fumes and smokes of the furnaces of Angband. Maybe they were already gone. Maybe the world was already gone. He had no way of knowing. Sometimes, it would rain, but the rain was black and oily, and it stank. There was no clean thing left in the world. It burned in his eyes and in the many wounds upon his body.
There were no voices, no sounds except the wind. The Orcs did not come up here. He thought that, ultimately, that was why they had chained him here. Down in the dungeons, even when they'd tortured him, there had still been something in him that had fought. Just seeing their faces had filled him with a burning fire of hatred, and the hatred had fu
Forgotten LanternForgotten Lantern1 year ago in Drama More Like This
Legolas walked into the moonlit forest. The air was humid and steamy from a soft rain. It smelled of rotting wood touched with a hint of wild honeysuckle. He walked stealthily pressing on the damp floor of the forest through the slanted beams of moonlight that were cast amid the grey trunks of the ancient trees. The air grew heavier as he neared the sacred place beneath the great oaks where he knew he would find his father. A place where Thranduil always seemed to drift away to find solitude. Legolas smiled down at his father’s forgotten lantern—it sat alone casting a silver glow on the tall, wispy grass. It was not a beacon of welcome but a sign that none were allowed beyond this point. In this place, the only thing allowed was Thranduil’s thoughts-but Legolas stepped forward knowing that this night he was needed.
Legolas walked up behind him, unseen and unheard, but he knew Thranduil would sense he was already there. The air was full of ligh
Spark - final chapterBurdenSpark - final chapter2 years ago in Drama More Like This
The lake-shore lay under several inches of snow, the lake frozen and covered with a white blanket. Maedhros sat leaning against the trunk of a leafless willow, whose branches vanished into the ice, hung with glittering icicles like glass beads. The sinking sun threw long-fingered shadows across the icy lake and frozen fields, creeping behind the Mountains of Mithrim in the west, in what felt to Maedhros like a constant reminder that no hope would come from that direction.
He was wrapped in a warm cloak against the cold, his right arm in a sling to prevent him from jolting movements. The stump was still tender to the touch, but he knew that, in time, it would heal completely.
The lake lay to his right, the last rays of sunlight turning it into a glittering spectacle trying to catch his eye, but he was not looking at it. His gaze was to the northeast.
There, across the peaks of Ered Wethrin, lay Angband. The day had been grey and cloudy, so he could barely make out the moun
Happily Ever After"Why did he do it?" Rose Tyler looked listlessly across the great grey expanse before them. Sand, sea, and sky all melded into one big overcast horizon as far as the eye could see. She sat on the damp sand with her legs crossed and hugged herself slightly as the temperature lowered, the sun sinking lower in the sky to her left. Jackie Tyler paced somewhere behind her, trying to contact Pete and manage transport to get them back to London. But she didn't care anymore. She couldn't even think about London. All she could think about was him.Happily Ever After3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Do what?" The Doctor or a man that looked just like him sat down beside her. He crossed his legs in a similar fashion and wrapped his arms around himself like she did, if for no other reason than to let her know that she was not alone.
"He left us here." She told him without bothering to turn her gaze from the sea. "Why did he do it? He said you were him, you so tell me why." Her tone held more accusation than sympathy as she
One does not simply... (Legolas x reader)One does not simply run out of arrows.One does not simply... (Legolas x reader)10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
"A hundred and sixty three."
"He's teasing, right?"
Erestor raised an eyebrow at Legolas then glanced at you.
"I am unsure. He does seem to have a few dozen in the proper targets..."
"He must be showing off."
Legolas flashed you a smile before expertly shooting yet another arrow in a far-off target. You and Erestor only heard him counting aloud when the Mirkwood elf noticed you.
"I mean, Erestor, he can't fit that many arrows-"
You didn't get to finish the sentence as Erestor smacked the back of your head.
"One does not simply mention the arrow cheat."
One does not simply kiss and elf and get away with it.
Legolas looked stunned, eyes widening at the very human gesture. He stood there shocked for a moment before his reflexes got the best of him and he took off running after you. He managed to quickly catch up, pushing you into a nearby wall. He held you softly against it, as if he wanted you to stay but didn't want to hurt you.
"What was that?
LOTR reader x various (jokes for all~!)Reader x Aragorn, Legolas, Merry, Pippin, Gollum, Elrond, Boromir, FrodoLOTR reader x various (jokes for all~!)10 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"What's your name?"
Aragorn glanced down at you, wiping the blood from his brows and trying to stand up straight after that battle.
"Aragorn, high king of Gondor."
"What's the colour of the sky?"
Aragorn raised his head, looking at the sky. It was a foggy blue, wisp of grey remaining. Mordor's darkness was receding.
"Blue, fitting for our victory."
"What's the opposite of down?"
Now Aragorn was confused, watching you smile and leave. It wasn't until Gandalf was beside him that Aragorn asked about the event.
"What would come from knowing Aragorn, blue, and up?"
Gandalf gave a knowing smile as a certain dwarf let out a heavy laugh.
"Aragorn blew up! Are ya that slow?"
Aragorn gave a faint smile as he figured it out. It was good news that the people once more could make such jokes. This was a new era. The fourth age. And only Aragorn could make such a joke sound epic and courageous in the last l
Legolas x ReaderLegolas x Reader7 months ago in Profiles More Like This
You were in elf, traveling the forest. You had your bow in one hand, arrows on your back, a sword on your side, and lastly a dagger in your boots. Brown boots go up to your knees, a long green cape hung on your shoulders. You had a dark green dress falling to your mid thighs, but had tights underneath. Lastly you had a brown belt going across your chest connecting to your belt around your waste.
You come from a kingdom in the mountains. It wasn’t much known to many elves. Your land knows about the ring, and how dangerous it was. The king wants it destroyed and no one wanted to go, but you were the only one that was brave to do so. Your king knew you were very strong and brave, so this would be easy for you. Little did he know you were a bit shaken.
The Hobbit, Frodo, was the one with ring. You learned that much from village’s you passed, but you would never show yourself. You never been by men before, only elves. Your people nev
Prayers and HerbsThis life was Aedan's, had been his for as long as he could remember. As soon as he could walk, Maira had taken him on her travels with her. When spring came, they'd set out across Tangnafedd, to all the places where the best herbs grew wormwood in the hills in the North, basil in Gwylan Bay, lavender on the high fields near Silvermere, St. John's wort in the thickets of pine forests. Aedan helped his mother gather herbs, and prepare the ointments, poultices and infusions following her careful instructions. He knew how most of them were used, though he still often got the amounts wrong. Neither of them could read; the herbs, their names, the ways to prepare which part of the plant and how to apply them, were all in Maira's head.Prayers and Herbs3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Only in the coldest months of winter, they would mostly stay in one place most often Caer Aderyn, which was the only place Aedan came close to calling home. They were usually well-received there, although Aedan could tell Maira felt ill at ease at
The House of FinweThe House of Finwe6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Meaning: Skilled one
Position: 1st High King of the Noldor
DepressionHello boys and girls!Depression5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And welcome to another day at DEPRESSION!
Here we guarantee you will have the worst time possible no matter WHAT you choose to do!
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The Self-Loathing game remember to aim to darts at the cardboard cut-out of your head!
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The Mood Swing!
The Gradual Pushing Away of Your Family and Friends game!
The Tunnel of Perpetual Loneliness!
Or the Tower of Unreasonable Anxiety!
And lets not forget, our highly popular Bodily Harm competition!
Remember to exercise safety and if you find yourself caught on one of our rides, you may escape at any time! But keep in mind theres no coming back!
So if a really awful time is what youre looking for, then look no further than DEPRESSION!
Everyone is invited, we dont discriminate!
As we say here at Depression: Come on down, all you need is a frown!
Happy New Year Legolas x Reader It was New Years and you had an idea. You were going to spend it with Legolas. You loved him deeply and you couldn’t wait until tonight. You thought about it. Under the starts, under the moonlight, and the snow falling down upon the two of you. You twirled around inside your room, giggling your heart out.Happy New Year Legolas x Reader7 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
You heard foots step heading your way “(y/n)….” A knock on the door echoed off the walls.
“Yes who is it” you spoke, waiting for a responds. You walked to the door and opened it.
“My son calls for you” It was Thranduil. He never came to you for anything. For you this was a shock “Did you hear me?”
You nodded “Yes I will be right there” you grabbed the gift you were going to give to him “Alright I’m ready! Where is he?”
“He’s outside” he turned on his heal “I must get back to
Turin TurambarYou want to be a master of your fateTurin Turambar2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And believe still that you can win this fight
But anger kills as surely as a blade
And so is dimmed for you Doriath's light
For king's judgement you did not want to wait
But fled instead - fugitive in the night
Wandering lost, you found men of the night
And joined with them, and shared their lonely fate
On Amon Rûdh you will for your friend wait
His love will guide him, make him join your fight
Then Bow and Helm will bring to these lands light
Until the bond is severed by the blade
The sword is black and cruel is its blade
When it cuts flesh in darkness of the night
What you have done, you'll see in flash of light
And understand the evil turn of fate
For it is not an enemy you fight
But Beleg's death that in your hands did wait
For other man the elven maid did wait
But love is as dangerous as a blade
That Gwindor sees, and gives up without fight
Then bridge was build, and dragon came in night
And so is sealed Nargothrond's tragic fate
In Pool o
Noldorin Agony[CELEGORM]Noldorin Agony2 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
Thorin Oakenshield X Reader ~Interruption~The clash of metal upon metal, striking and profound, echoed through the night, a dissonant song ghosting from the next-door blacksmith in the tired, exhausting night.Thorin Oakenshield X Reader ~Interruption~6 months ago in Romance More Like This
You slumped in bed, shoulders drawing slack as the veil of slumber was denied you and you tossed and turned in bed, trying to exclude the noise, the grating, irritating clang and ring of the blacksmith and muttered incoherent things to yourself, cursing the blacksmith and his descendants to a horrible, grisly demise, somewhere in a mountain far away where no one would hear them scream.
But even then, for all your wanton maledictions, the cacophony did not cease.
Your pillow found its way over your head, but that did nothing to eliminate the sound, if but to muffle your breath and stifle your lungs with the smell of deadened, molding hay from the stuffing of your pillow. Plugging your ears with your fingers did nothing, if but to sharpen the noise to an even more defined tension. Cursing found little refuge with you eithe
In Your NameShifter and Trickster, Flyter, DestroyerIn Your Name2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Gadfly and salmon, hawk, maid and mare
Father and mother, Æsir and Jötun
Names change you not, nor the forms you may bear
Blood-bonded brother and outcast, abandoned
Spirit of freedom chained to a stone
Oathkeeper hailed as the lord of all lies
Though deep in despair, you are never alone
A gem is before us with hundreds of faces
So Hail! my dear Silvertongue, Loki my king
I fear not the chaos, uncertainty, choices
But rejoice in a hundred new songs left to sing
With laughter and song and with wisdom I'll be
A light to the love and the honor shown me
So I live for you
suicidal.it’s like she’s toeing the edge of a cliff andsuicidal.10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
she’s smiling and she’s deadly
and you’re standing too far back to save her
and it’s just too late because she’s about
if you want a list of reasons not to commit suicide,
here it is.
1. you have two dogs that will miss you.
they were wagging their tails and smiling
last night when they took you to the hospital
and i couldn’t find the words to tell them
that they should be quiet.
2. you have a car that you cried when you got
and you roll the windows down and blast music
whenever you pick me up from school
and i’m sorry i never sang along, but this is just to say
that you have things that still make you feel alive.
3. you have a sister that is nice about fifteen percent of the time
and loves you the rest of it. trust me, she does.
she does not remember the last time she hugged you
but she wrote about you when her teacher asked her
who her hero was.
4. mom should
People Living in Tunnels Under Las VegasThe newspaper headlines told me so.People Living in Tunnels Under Las Vegas10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
As I was reading the article in my bed,
eating a handful of Oreos, I thought
about being wet.
Not the kind of wet (slipperyslidyfuntimes)
you want to be,
but the kind of wet you feel in your bones.
Wet like the time my grandfather left me and my sister
watching his tackle box by the side of the road
in Toronto in six inches of slush that
was slowly seeping into my socks,
while he bought cigarettes from the man
in the oversized poncho at the gas station.
And there are cities full of dreams
and cities full of dirt,
but Las Vegas is neither of those.
It’s a city instead with no name or face,
nothing recognizable you can reach out and touch.
Someone told me once that in Spanish
Las Vegas means “the fields.”
My grandfather told me once
on a fishing trip, while I sat
on top of his tackle box,
about the Asphodel fields.
How these Romans believed
people whose sins equaled the good they did
went to the Asphodel fields, and drank
from a river
Something Borrowedgirls in white dressesSomething Borrowed1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
don't always want weddings.
the priests would speak of leaps of faith
and my hands would clasp the wood in horror,
knuckles bleached like bone- and i found
something old: the knot tied in my throat.
my vocal cords did not let empty words escape.
and there was something blue: the heart
that hesitated. how can a seedling prophesy
its harvest? how can a caterpillar promise
the power of its wings?
so let others gather flowers.
we will skip the mass
but not the bed: and through
this something borrowed,
earn a little time-
and a place to rest our heads.
Caves of the ForgottenNow sing the song of dreamers under stoneCaves of the Forgotten2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In Caves of Damned forever they will sleep
And wander ever in their dreams alone
Now sing the song of dreamers under stone
In place forgotten where Sun never shone
There Ar-Pharazôn landed with his fleet
Now sing the song of dreamers under stone
In Caves of Damned forever they will sleep
the shut-inthe shut-in2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
where are these keyholes to the Equinox? the stars huddle
like alien nettle,
a gray chime of wrens scaling tree limbs and middays,
Darwin has no lines for me
i've sheetrocked the blistering ivies and blossoms.
i've glassed out daubers and frightening mollusks
pillowing through mud honey and minute old ruins.
intimate with my quiet desk, my paper hoard
i'm still a coward; the envelopes, Obama glass, the dozen unused spiral
diaries are menacing concoctions, minotaurs of lost dimensions.
i used to sleep in creek-beds.
JuliaMetMichaelSamaraSawTheStarsGenevieveFoundFeari.JuliaMetMichaelSamaraSawTheStarsGenevieveFoundFear2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Tonight is different.
Genevieve pauses, staring as layers of fog encroach forward. The ominous mist slinks onward only to settle against her taunt muscles. Vapor coils along her skin like venom; tangible and prickling.
She allows her lungs timid inhales of February. Every breath sparks artic shockwaves throughout her nervous system Glacial streaks start to sprout within her tissues, ever-so-silent and sickening. She slows, listening to iced-oxygen hardening between blood cells.
The cold feels like boulders in my lungs.
Genevieve feels so unexpectedly heavy in her skin. Wading through the congealed midnight mist becomes arduous, a task difficult and necessary. Unwilling muscles contract in unison, unconsciously clenching for heat. Genevieve shudders, shivers rippling out from her shoulder bones.
There had always been a choice, even now.
Pink puny fingers flex against frozen
The Changeling's LullabySleep, my little child, little changeling in the darknessThe Changeling's Lullaby2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Sleep, my little one, in the shadows of the night
Rest in the arms of the chaos that has birthed you
Rest among the stars and their shining silver light
Deep within your dreams you may glimpse your shining future
Deep in those visions may be answers from the past
Hidden in your mind are the mysteries that drive you
Hidden in your soul is a fate that's not yet cast
Hush, my little child, little changeling in my strong arms
Hush, my little one, child of fire, born of ice
Walk between the realms, learning secrets that are shown you
Walk among the gods, though your life you sacrifice
Live, my son live well, and never question Fate's provision
Live, Laufeyson, bringing honor to your name
Embrace the world around you with a fierce and fiery passion
Embrace the freedom of your birthright, never let yourself be tamed
Sleep, little dreamer, my Loki, my star
Sleep, and in waking, be all that you are