Forgotten LanternForgotten Lantern2 years 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
Yavanna's lullabyBeloved children, you must sleepYavanna's lullaby3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In a sleep dreamless and deep
The black night fell
Like evil spell,
But you will your strength keep
Darkness spread over the land
The Lamps that fell we cannot mend
With poisoned sting
Now Arda's Spring
Has ended, its time spent
Close your eyes and do not fear
To my heart you are most dear
When you wake
The night will break
Sky again will be clear
Rest under the wings of night
So you can wake in new light
A tree or weed
When land again is bright
Shadows of Nan ElmothO golden cage of Gondolin, is covetousness a crime?Shadows of Nan Elmoth3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Behind the bars a bird felt freedom for first time
Aredhel Ar-Feiniel and Eöl, elven smith
Found wonder in the woods, between branches didn’t breathe
As she in the shade stood he saw her beauty bloom
Love piercing as a lance in the gathering gloom
Her freedom loving heart in shadows shimmers light
Smoczy Medalion, rozdzial 1 (hobbit fanfic)Rozdział 1.Smoczy Medalion, rozdzial 1 (hobbit fanfic)4 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Zielone oczy uważnie lustrowały pomieszczenie karczmy, gdy w końcu natrafiły na pożądaną postać. Jej usta wykrzywiły się w delikatnym, wręcz wymuszonym uśmiechu. Śledziła tego krasnoluda od dłuższego czasu i dobrze wiedziała kim on jest. Każdy łowca wiedział jak wygląda Thorin Dębowa Tarcza. Tylko, że ona tak naprawdę nie polowała na niego. Udawała, z resztą przez większość swojego życia to robiła. Udawała, że jest martwa, udawała, że nic ją nie obchodzi stracone życie, że potrafi żyć mimo braku całej rodziny. Dlatego też bez większych trudności podszywała się pod mordercę. Dzięki temu mogła bez problemu poderżnąć gardło dwóm zbójom, którzy zrobili zasadzkę na Thorina
The Sum of InfinityI don't know if I'll ever tell my children about you.The Sum of Infinity5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
(I don't know if I'll even have descendants.)
A family was never on my to-do list,
until you came along.
You made me wonder if I wanted kids, just so I could say to them
"You know, the day your dad and I met…"
because I thought we could last forever,
and I'm still not sure if we have.
Our friendship endures, even as I fall asleep
picturing her arms around you,
and I wonder if you'll ever come back to me
but spend every day noticing the reasons I'm glad you left
and hoping you'll return.
Never intending to fall in love,
we were an item
before you knew my name.
She reclaimed you,
you still belong to me
by virtue of the ampersand connecting our names
in the mind of every person
who watched us walk,
tall & short,
monochrome & kaleidoscope,
yin & yang,
through the winding, leaf-littered pathways
that are our life.
Ships of AlqualondeThe song of waters sounded clear and sweetShips of Alqualonde3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In light of Trees before its brightness dimmed
There white wood was with foaming sea-waves rimmed
The swiftest swan-ships in a mighty fleet
The sails were woven with a silver thread
As they sailed proudly through the storms and wind
Like graceful swans their prows were shaped, flanks winged
No better ship could sailor ever meet
Now white planks reddened with the Elven blood
In Swanhaven under the darkened sky
Where ships were taken together with lives
Then sky in Losgar reddened like rose bud
The fires rose on shores where the gulls cry
To Alqualondë only ash arrives
Gil-Galad EreinionAn elven-king there was of oldGil-Galad Ereinion9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The son of valiant Fingon.
And many are the stories told
Of Gil-galad Ereinion.
He bore the rings of Air and Flame
Made by smiths of Eregion.
When Turgon perished he became
King Gil-galad Ereinion.
He fostered two young Peredhil
And kept them shielded from Sauron.
But darkness plagued the kingdom still
Of Gil-galad Ereinion.
The Dark Lord waged a bitter war
Creating shadow with no dawn.
And Mandos calmly waited for
King Gil-galad Ereinion.
A Last Alliance, Elves and Men
To Mordor side-by-side were drawn.
Elrond became the herald then
Of Gil-galad Ereinion.
The King came out with shining spear
And led the charge against Sauron.
His call rang out for all to hear
King Gil-galad Ereinion.
As arrows sliced the clouded sky
And Men and Elves were set upon
There in the dark was heard the cry
Of Gil-galad Ereinion.
He suffered blows from Sauron's mace
And, deathly wounded, battled on.
But in that cold and ashen place
Died Gil-galad Ereinion.
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.&
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.
Noldorin Agony[CELEGORM]Noldorin Agony3 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
The Selkie PrincessLord of the Rings/Pokemon X-overThe Selkie Princess1 year ago in Romance More Like This
Pairing: Future Legolas x OC
CAUTION!!! CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR THE LORD OF THE RINGS TRILOGY!!!
"Nine companions." Elrond began. "You shall be the Fellowship of the Ring."
Elrond looks curiously at Gandalf. "Ten, Gandalf? Who else is to join you on this dangerous quest?"
"An old friend, who is powerful, smart, and can fight with the ferosity of a dragon." Gandalf said running his fingers through his long white beard.
Elrond's eyes slighty widened when he knew who he was referring to. "Surely, you don't mean. . ."
"Yes, I do mean her."
"Her, Gandalf? Who is this her you speak of?" Asked a curious Frodo.
"You will find out soon enough, dear Frodo." Gandalf picks up his staff and begins to walk in the direction of the ocean.
"But Gandalf, that's the way to the ocean. Who could you possibly know with that kind of power be there?" Whines the dwarf Gimli.
Gandalf ignores Gimli's question and merely continues walking. The Hobbits, Frodo, Sam, Merry, and
The House of FinweThe House of Finwe7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Meaning: Skilled one
Position: 1st High King of the Noldor
Love for an Elf Legolas x Shy reader Pt. 3Love for an Elf Legolas x Shy reader Pt. 31 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Love for an Elf Legolas x Shy reader Pt. 3
You traveled a bit ahead of the Lady Eowyn and the others. Running up a small hill you looked around at the landscape with wide eyes and a small smile. Aragorn smiled at your excitement.
“What is with the lad? Why is she so excited about this travel?” Theoden smiled.
“That’s because she rarely ever got to travel out of the gates of the village. She longed to travel and see the world.” Legolas watched you as you stood on a bolder, the wind blowing your long [h/c] hair.
“Gandalf told us that she has an interesting life story.” Theoden looked to Legolas. “Of how much do you know of it?” Theoden’s face soften.
“If afraid I don’t know that much. She was brought to us by Gandalf about when she was 8 years old. The only thing Gandalf told me of her was that her family was attacked by orcs. Her mother and younger siblings killed.”
“What of her father?” Aske
Porzucone dziecko (hobbit fanfiction) Rozdzial 6.Rozdział 6: Elf w kopalniPorzucone dziecko (hobbit fanfiction) Rozdzial 6.6 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Zbliżały się siódme urodziny, Elen i każdy, dla kogo była ona ważna, chciał wymyśleć jakiś wyjątkowy prezent. Bombur, oczywiście postanowił przygotować jej tort wielopiętrowy, ozdobiony cukrowymi kwiatami, a na samej górze z figurką kolorowego ptaszka. Balin, specjalnie dla niej, zamówił niezwykle ilustrowaną bajkę. Na każdej stronie znajdowały się rysunki, tak pięknie namalowane, że wydawało się, iż istoty na nich przedstawione, wyskoczą z kartek i staną się żywe. Dwalin, mimo głośnego sprzeciwu Thorina, postanowił stworzyć salę treningową, w której mogłaby szkolić swoje umiejętności wspinaczki. Fili i Kili, kilka miesięcy wcześniej, wpadli na szalony pomysł sparowania swoich koni, czyli Azteka, czarnego ogiera, z Mgie
The House of Finarfin FINARFINThe House of Finarfin7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Name Finwe Arafinwe Finwion
Meaning Finwe, Noble Finwe, Son of Finwe
Name in Sindarin Finarfin
Position 2nd High King of the Noldor
Talents Known for his beauty and wisdom
Blackmail - Kili x ReaderBlackmail - Kili x Reader7 months ago in Humor More Like This
"(Y/n), wake up" Whispered Thorin softly, shaking you. It was dawn, the sun would rise anytime and he had the last watch. So it was safe to leave the others behind. He placed his finger to his lips in a gesture of silence and signaled with his head for you to follow him. Both of you sneaked out of the encampment and into the woods. He took orcrist with him just in case.
"Here!" whispered Thorin, "Can you see the others?"
"No, I think we left them far behind enough" You responded.
"Good!" He said, pulling you to him by the waist from behind.
"Oh, Thorin.." You chuckled softly, turning around to nuzzle with him, wrapping your arms around his neck.
"I have missed you" He said, devouring your lips hastily...
Simultaneously, Kili was only pretending to be asleep and saw the two of you leaving. This was his great chance. He made sure you were gone, and then he sneaked out too in opposite direction. Curiously, he did not invite his brother this time. He wanted to be alone...
suicidal.it’s like she’s toeing the edge of a cliff andsuicidal.2 years 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
Misunderstood - Oin x ReaderMisunderstood - Oin x Reader7 months ago in Humor More Like This
Ever since that moment, when Thorin smiled at you for the first time in Rivendell, you have not been able to think straight. You seem clumsy in everything you do, and even Bilbo noticed. During one of the company's long walks, you bumped into Dwalin, who was walking in front of you.
"This is the third time you bump into me during the last hour. Mind your steps (Y/n)!" said Dwalin, glaring at you.
"Sorry!" You said, flushing a deep red and looking down.
"You better!" said the tactless Dwalin, making a point to intimidate you. He turned again to resume his pacing, hiding a smirk as he fondly remembered when he tricked you into a kiss.
Bilbo decided to reach you, running a little to keep up with each long stride of yours, which was worth 3 steps of his...
"(Y/n), the pathway is wide enough for five of us to walk side by side at once. Are you alright?" He whispered to you with concern.
"Um.. yes, I am perfectly fine. Why do you ask?" You responded, in a failed attempt to hide the fac
Say What??? - Bifur x ReaderSay What??? - Bifur x Reader1 year ago in Humor More Like This
"I know I have not earned their trust yet, but is this constant doubting me really necessary?" You said to Bilbo, who seemed the only one that understood you.
"Oh trust me, it will only get worse before it gets better. I have been there before" replied Bilbo to you.
"Thanks, somehow that's not helpful at all. Oh well!" you said with frustration.
While everybody else gathered around the fire, minding their own business, your stomach began to growl at you. The scent of stew beckoned you to where Bombur was, stirring the kettle contents and adding some seasoning. You smiled at Bombur in hopes to establish some conversation. But he purposely ignored you. When he was cooking, the surroundings did not exist to him, and that included social interaction.
"Food is not ready yet, (Y/n). You have to wait like everybody else!" said Bofur to you, knowing his fat brother all too well.
You sighed and sat at a boulder next to Ori, who was knitting a pair of new mittens for the journey. All of a
Hey, That's Mine! - Nori x ReaderHey, That's Mine! - Nori x Reader7 months ago in Humor More Like This
The company stopped by a waterfall to wash themselves, neglecting all of their belongings in a nearby pile. Although your things were there too, you were nowhere to be found. But it was expected coming from the only woman in the company. Curiously, Thorin was missing too...
"We have taken long enough.. they will suspect.." You said between gasps and kisses.
"Just a little more.. I haven't kissed you in days.. " Whispered Thorin, devouring your lips hastily. He had you pinned against the grass with his weight, at a mile of distance from where the rest of the company washed themselves.
Nori was the first to finish, so he approached the pile to get his things, when a shiny object sneaking out of one of the bags caught his attention. He pulled it out carefully; It was a long gold chain necklace with an iron hair clasp attached to it. The clasp had the emblem of Durin carved all around. Nori recognized it as one of Thorin's braid ornaments, but it was stuffed in your bag. He looked around,
Replaced - Fili x ReaderReplaced - Fili x Reader7 months ago in Humor More Like This
"I had no idea, (Y/n). I mean, yes I saw he favored you a lot. But I did not know how serious it really was. We all thought he was just being protective of the only woman in the group and saw it as normal. By his expression alone, there was no way to tell." Said Bilbo to you, as it seemed the rest of the dwarves were avoiding you, and you were back to starting from scratch.
"To be honest, his corresponding my feeling took me by surprise. I truly love him for who he is. His title matters not to me. I am the same (Y/n) you all know, this changes nothing." You said, looking down with sadness while helping peel potatoes for the mid day meal.
"I know you well enough, (Y/n). You do not need to explain yourself to me." responded Bilbo sympathetically.
"Thank you, Bilbo." You said, smiling at him.
At that moment, the Durin brothers passed you by. Both of you greeted them, but they only returned the greeting to Bilbo, ignoring you completely. It made you feel worthless.
Legolas x ReaderLegolas x Reader1 year 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
Moon, Chapter 1: ModelingBy all accounts, this was wrong.Moon, Chapter 1: Modeling3 years ago in Romance More Like This
He was a high-ranking member of the Companions, a member of the Circle itself. An officer of one of the most revered organizations in all of Skyrim. He didn't have time for romance. And, if he did, it would be with a strong Nord woman well-versed on the fields of battle, someone he could fight back to back with. Not...this. Not her.
But none of these thoughts comforted him when he saw her there. They only resonated and strengthened the one true thought screaming in his mind.
This is wrong. This is all wrong. It wasn't supposed to be this way.
He hadn't even noticed the shop going up, and by all accounts, he should have. It's not every day that a new building is erected in Whiterun. It's not as though they have a lot of space, and what few houses they do have are crammed together like fish in a fisherman's net. Although, he thought, it wasn't exactly like it was out in front near the gates or Jorrvaskr itself, either. Because of the aforem
Godsfall Chapter 1: Call to the Gods.The priests had said prayer would save his mother, so Osar prayed for a year and a day. Dawn til dusk, beseeching shadow and sunlight. Oft late past the darkening hour he’d bowed his head and grovelled, bargained, begged. He had devoted himself to Dionas the Golden God. But Dionas hadn’t heard the prayers, or worse, refused to answer them. Even the gods couldn’t cure cancer.Godsfall Chapter 1: Call to the Gods.2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Osar wrenched another weed from the overturned earth.
And for all of his devotion what did he have to show for it? A grave dug by his own hands and a dead woman to fill it. The Golden God might have been the city’s patron and its father, but Osar didn’t want to trade his mother for a surrogate deity.
Osar gained his feet, brushing dirt from his vestments. His knees were muddied and earth was jammed between his toes thanks to the open-end sandals. His hands, soft and delicate from months of prayer, were bloodied and engrained with dirt from tending to the grave.
A voice from behind Osar