80 things learned from TolkienPretty, shiny things are hazardous to your health.80 things learned from Tolkien6 years ago in Humor More Like This
This is because the Law of Attraction is multiplied 100x once you look at them
Hobbits state the overly obvious
Chocolate is nonexistent in Middle-Earth.
Arwen stole Glorfindel's horse.
Beer and Tobacco seem to have a beneficial effect on hobbits
Never make fires in questionable caves
Kick a troll, and your foot will break
Elvish accents are low and whispery
Never sleep in a boat if your Dad is a Pyromaniac
Don't give twins the exact same name
Imitating voices can come in handy
Running at your brother with a sword and shouting at him in old-fashioned language will get you a big time-out
Really, really big dogs are very useful
Being good at riddles can save your life
Giant spiders freak out elves big-time
Elrond should have pushed Isildur into the crack of doom
Sauron once got pwned by a girl
If you insult any of Tùrin's female relatives, you will find yourself impaled on a rock at the bottom of a raging river.
Speaking of w
Sand and MusicSand and MusicSand and Music4 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.&
The Years Behind UsThe Years Behind Us5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Here's to the peace we once had;
Here's to the fields of gold and skies of blue.
Here's to the summers,
The nights when we left all our cares behind--
Those wonderful years.
Here's to the joy we once had;
Here's to the fiery suns and cool waters.
Here's to the winters,
The nights when the frost glistened on the rocks--
Those wonderful years.
Here's to the love we once had;
Here's to the soaring birds and running horses.
Here's to the dances,
The nights when we twirled around the garden--
Those passionate years.
Here's to the time we once had;
Here's to the gilded swords and sleek arrows.
Here's to the good times,
The nights when we thought we'd live forever--
Those innocent years.
The years behind us, they still haunt my dreams--
The years when we thought we had time to spare.
Darkness has fallen and now life is a mere shadow,
And we look to the glory of the morning star.
Races Of ArdaRaces of ArdaRaces Of Arda8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Mondays child has elven grace
Tuesdays childs of mortal race
Wednesdays child has bark not hair
Thursdays child is foul not fair
Fridays child lives in a hole
Saturdays child builds halls of stone
But the child who is born on a Sunday
Does magic spells so stay away!
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
The NoldorMighty are the Second Kindred,The Noldor8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Strong and brave and fair;
Fierce they are and proud,
Tall and dark of hair;
Filled with passion and iron of will,
A two edged sword this can be.
Never do they turn aside from their propose,
From no enemy do they flee.
Ache their hands do to craft and create,
Beloved of the Smith are they.
Burn their minds do for knowledge,
But into folly they sometimes stray.
Lovers of hills and open lands,
The Watchtower their first home.
Many other glorious kingdoms did they build,
Seven High Kings they have known.
The First SnowThe First Snow11 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He climbed onto the tower top. Brisk, frosty air surrounded him. The landscape down the hill was covered with mist.
Winter morning in Himring.
And the first snow.
The floor was already well sprinkled with delicate snowflakes.
He wrapped his thick long shawl tighter around his shoulders and slowly put a bare foot on the snow. At first he felt nothing, his skin was still warmed with the bath. He followed with his other foot, nothing. A step forward. Still nothing. Silence. Calm.
Slowly he walked to the middle of the turret. Now he was starting to feel the chill and dampness under his feet but still it was not unpleasant.
Snowflakes were lazily drifting before his eyes. He wanted to reach out, to catch them, to hold them in his hand, but... He had only one hand. The attempts to hold his shawl with the stump nearly ended with the garment falling. All he could do was to reach out with the stump or...
Put his face towards it, as towards the Sun.
He closed his eyes. The first snowflakes gentl
A Strand of HairA Strand of Hair3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Gimli enjoyed exploring. Gimli's father, Gloin, had raised him on tales of Thorin's expedition for the Arkenstone. Gimli wanted to follow his father's footsteps, maybe even surpassing them. His own journey was nothing like his childhood daydreams. It was wearing, terrifying, miserable, difficult, and often boring. He relished every second. That was why he accepted the elf's invitation to sail west to Valinor.
Gimli would travel farther than any other dwarf before or after him. He had not realized that he would be the only dwarf on the continent. It seemed silly, but he did not consider how alone he would feel. He missed his family, but it was the small things that drowned him in nostalgia. He missed drinking a pint of ale by the firelight; he missed seeing faces with real beards, not sissy elf-beards; he missed sitting in a chair where his feet touched the ground.
Gimli's friends did their best to make him feel at home, but it was not enough. Legolas was always good company, but he did
Twins"TWINS?!"Twins4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The shout disturbed birds within a mile radius, sending them fleeing for the sky in fear of their lives. Elves stopped in their work, looking up and whispering together, questioning the source of the noise.
Some, however, didn't need to question the source of the shout, because the source found them instead.
"Maitimo," a large, familiar hand landed on his shoulder.
Maitimo looked back questioningly at his Atto. "What, Atto? Are you alright? You look slightly...shaken."
Fëanáro gazed at him with an unusual fire in his eyes, and gripped his shoulders painfully tight. "Twins, Maitimo," he said with deadly seriousness.
Maitimo frowned at him, puzzled. "What about them?"
"Twins. Twins. Twins."
"Atto, I can't help you if you won't explain what's wrong."
"Twins are what is wrong!" Fëanáro shouted, throwing his hands up. "Twins!"
Maitimo worried his lip. Obviously something was troubling his Atto, causing him to act strangely. Luckily, at that moment Macalaur
My brotherHeed this, my brother,My brother4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
This one's for thee:
There is still hope beyond misery.
Hear me, my brother,
All is not woe.
The eyes of the Eldar still glimmer above.
Fear not, my brother,
To live during War.
It's not the reason nor outcome of all.
One day, my brother,
Justice will come,
The curse lying upon us will be undone.
Although, my brother,
We have faced defeat
Darkness won't last for in light we shall meet.
Will you, my brother,
Promise to be
Always the brother that's so dear to me?
Hear this, my brother,
Before you will leave
To go back to sleep and leave me to grieve.
Don't be, my brother,
Afraid to show love
Your guardian star will guard you from above.
MajestyBlack the night that closed around me,Majesty3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
(Now I see!)
When I listened as He promised
Long I waited; still she turned and
Looked on you!
Son of few years, quickly fading:
Shadows steals across the City,
I shall drown both star and candle:
Bring the Night.
See the furnace-glow of crimson?
Hear the roar?
To Doom I have brought completion:
Bloody chaos breaks around me,
I shall find her – she'll forget you:
But your arms are strong as iron,
Have no doubt;
Past the rail meant to save me
I spill out.
Seven times they jagged crush me,
'Til I fall no more but lie here-
Blood-stained rise the walls above me,
As light through deep water darkly:
Ragged, now, my cloak of glory,
Here in silence ends this story:
Here lies dead.
My Lost SonHe still had not returned. All my other children had already been released from the Halls of Mandos, but my poor Fell Fire was still lost in the darkness.My Lost Son3 years ago in Drama More Like This
"He is clean from his deeds. He has had permission to leave any time he want for a long time already," Lady Nienna explains to me. "And yet he refuses, no matter how long I talk to him. Maybe you, Eärwen can change his mind."
Maybe I will. I stand in the cool emptiness of the halls, calling for my son. I receive no reply. But at last, from the darkness emerges a wave of heat. The fire rushes towards me, and only inches away from my feet it rolls up to take a glowing red figure of my son, of my own Fell Fire.
"Mother," he says quietly as he recognises me, "you do not belong to these halls of souls."
"Neither do you, Aikanáro," I reply. "Lady Nienna told me you could leave any time you want. All your siblings are in Valinor, so why aren't you?"
He looks at me sadly. "I do not wish for life on Earth," he sighs at last. "If I c
Broken BondBroken BondBroken Bond4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The night in Aman is deathly still as I am shocked from my sleep by a horrible sensation- a feeling of loss and grief so acute it manifests as a searing physical pain in the core of my body. I am used to waking alone, for I have done so for centuries, but in my strange agony I panic and clutch the sheets as if I expect someone to be there.
As I writhe in anguished confusion in my bed, a memory comes unbidden to my mind.
Not long after we were left alone, I visited my half-sister in law, though I was unsure what words could or should pass between us. We sat at tea in long silence, when suddenly, her eyes went wide and she let out a wretched wail. The cup shattered in her hand and it began to bleed, but when I asked her why she cried, she whispered that she had felt her very heart tear itself from her breast.
Only days later, word came to us from the Valar that Fëanáro was dead.
As my pain resolves itse
DunedainDunedain6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Faring far and wide ,
His sword by side ;
Never resting elsewhere than the wild ,
Light footed and keen eyed.
His only friend was beast and bird ,
Tree and stone his only home ;
The blood of Numenor in him was all but gone.
Proud and grim ,
All in one ;
He answered to noone...
Behind the Scenes"You seemed quite preoccupied last evening," Celeborn commented, sitting down on the edge of the bed. "Was it something to do with the tavern? Anything you suggest to change?"Behind the Scenes3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"No, no, the tavern is fine They did a good job. It's just " Galadriel paused, joining him on the bed, leaning against his chest. "It's just that not much time is left, and I began to get a bit anxious," she admitted.
"Don't laugh at me. It's highly serious," she frowned.
"I know, dear, I know. I'm not laughing at you, just marveling. After so many years, after being a ruler for quite a while, you are still blushing when only I can see you. Why?" he asked, circling her with his arms, caressing her large belly.
She relaxed again, and smiling, put her hands over his. "It's simple. For everybody else I'm the perfect, invulnerable lady, princess of the house of Finwë You're the only one who sees my insecurities, with whom I don't have to wear a mask."
"But it's hard to l
Sonnet- Maedhros to Fingon(Warning for mild slash)Sonnet- Maedhros to Fingon3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I met you as a child with plaited hair,
And wildness that I soon grew to adore.
Your ringing laughter echoed through the air
In joyous days when we did not know war.
Just when we felt our future was assured,
I lost you when our haven turned to black.
Through fire, ice, and shackles love endured-
You cut me out of hell and brought me back.
Since broken on the battlefield you lie,
What of my soul remains is now consumed
By guilt, for though I left you there to die,
My heart with yours will ever be entombed.
Without you, dearest cousin, lover, friend,
I may live on, but I will never mend.
NamarieNamárië to the skies of blueNamarie9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And the soft lush grass of green
Namárië to the rivers clear
And the days where air is clean
Gone is the time where we shall gaze
Upon a merry sight
For the fair folk who cared for this land
Are leaving in the night
‘I Aear cân ven na mar.’ they say
as tears roll down my face
The world is growing cold and dark
Without their care and grace
They journey to a brighter world
Where flowers never die
When the elves leave from this nurtured land
The howling winds shall cry
I wish I could go too with them
And see their haven realm
For never would I have to bear
A long bow, sword or helm
And never again would I dream
Of where I’d rather be
For all that I could ever want
Lay there across the sea
Too late I see what we have done
To our so-called cherished home
The destruction lies before our eyes
Yet few can see it’s come
Namárië to the skies of blue
And the soft lush grass of green
Namárië to the rivers clear
And the days where air is clean
You've changed, brotherPanting, Maglor looked at the ruins that surrounded them. It was all for nothing. Three more of his brothers were now dead, and his other two brothers were staring around despondently. The Silmaril, the entire purpose for their attack, was gone. All they had to show for their efforts was more death.You've changed, brother3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Suddenly, his attention was caught by two of his brother's servants, who were standing around in the ruins near him. He wasn't sure what had initially drawn him to look at them, but now that he did, he noticed something curious about them. In light of all the ruin that had gone on today, why would they be gathered there smirking? As he saw them about to leave, he moved in their direction and blocked their exit.
"Stop!" from the corner of his eye, he could see Amrod stand up from where he had been kneeling over Celegorm's body, his hand slowly drifting towards his sword. Had it really come to this? "I fail to see any reason why, in light of the death of your Lord and two of his brothers, you
Nirnaeth ArnoediadNirnaeth Arnoediad9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Of all the battles which are sung, none are as noble, brave, and true
As the tale of this single ruinous one, that I shall try to sing for you
An enormous fight so horrific, that it is spoken of with dread
And the old ones still weep, for the many that are dead
Through lies and treachery, armies assembled on that plain
Not knowing, not even guessing, that there was nothing to gain
This battle was the fifth and last of the war being fought
A devastating conflict that by the end, was all for naught
A mighty alliance forged from three strong and steadfast races
Dwarves, Elves, and Men, still could not resist Morgoth's deadly maces
Try as they might, they failed, and that hallowed ground is named
Nirnaeth Arnoediad, Tears Unnumbered, for the warriors that lay maimed
The sunrise mist had not yet left the field when the battle cry was called
But it did not take long, for the Alliance to break and fall
Why, you may ask, was this so, when the union of these races was tight
I shall t
The Lovers of LothlorienThough the sun had long since set, and all was quiet, to him, there was no rest. Celeborn, Lord of the elven kingdom of Lothlorien, had finished his day and was passing the time among the woods of his land. For many long years he had dwelt in this forest, seen the trees come and go. Yet, as an elf, he had remained as he always has. Unchanging and ageless, like all of his kind. To his ears, the forest was not silent, but abuzz with the many far-away sounds. The winds blowing through the leaves. The animals scurrying about the forest floor. Even the footsteps of his own kin. All was heard by him.The Lovers of Lothlorien2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He had lived through many ages, like many elves, and had seen much of the darker horrors this world had to offer, in war, or in the simple squabbles of those who lived beyond their borders. But here, near the edges of their protected realm, he found some peace. There was a tiny lake here, hidden among the many trees, known only to him and a select few others. Though he had come here often, it ne
A family dinnerFinwë regulary hosted dinners to which he invited all his sons and their families. It was his hope that by being forced into the same room and spending an evening in a civilised manner, his large family could be kept from splitting apart due to the tensions within. But it was never very easy to have so many children running around the house and their fathers arguing over any trivial detail they could possibly think of, and Finwë knew this so he spent the whole day preparing for the occasion. It was as if getting ready for one family-dinner was ten times more troublesome than leading the whole clan of Noldor from Cuiviénen to Valinor.A family dinner2 years ago in Humor More Like This
As the time for the arrival of the guests drew nearer, he twisted his hands and a frown of worry lined his brow, and he looked at me questioningly. “No, you have not forgotten anything, dear,” I said reassuringly.
“I do hope so, Indis,” he said with a small smile. “But remember last time when there were one to
The Rohirrim Ride ForthBold they ride and battle-readyThe Rohirrim Ride Forth3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Swift the horses, stern the Men
Sounds of hooves like thunder rising
Who shall ride homeward again?
Gondor calls in hour of peril
Rohan answers, ever brave
Rohirrim ride, though each man knows
Journey's end may be the grave.
Forth they ride, the Eorlingas
War's horn calls to Rohan's Men
Bravely go they to the battle
Some shall not ride homeward again.
How To Make A King Rest On ChristmasHow To Make A King Rest on ChristmasHow To Make A King Rest On Christmas4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
(In 6 Easy Steps!)
Arwen flopped down most ungracefully into the chair by the fire. Guests had been arriving the entire week and she was beyond exhausted. Aragorn was still outside, greeting them by the dozens.
Shortly she heard the door click open, allowing the somewhat muffled roar of voices trickle into her sanctuary.
"Did you finally decide the ambassadors can take care of themselves?"
"Long ago, I decided that to be the case. Though it seems Estel has yet to do so."
"Ada," Arwen gasped, "You really did decide to come for the holidays!"
"Of course," Elrond smiled, receiving a surprisingly tight hug, "and I wasn't the only one."
Legolas and the twins grinned from the doorway, catching a mock scowl from Arwen, "Oh no, you brought those troublemakers along?"
"I'd prefer them here than alone in Imladris. At least here I know what they're doing."
"No you don't!"
"Yeah, we're usually out of sight!"
"And out of mind," Elrond chuc