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.&
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!
The First SnowThe First Snow10 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
your love ain't a present(i have not eddited it, i want it to be read in its true essence, as a man excepting truths and a lonely fate)your love ain't a present9 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
your love is no present
you give it to everyone
in vanity and popularity
cramped up in a social clique
i see your smarting
i see your sick
it's no suprise your feeling spun
with all the chemicals
you have done
i look inside your falling skies
i lose forever in the lucid one
your still my secret blanket
it some how keeps me warm
i take them home
your the god of an empty race
i love to hate your thinking space
i know what your thinking
the lines on hold
i'm off the hook
there's no one home
or where you busy
with some other guy
don't you think it's to late to run
after all we have done
you had your turn
i want my fun
don't get excited
get your hands off that gun
for keepsake frienship
dirty words of a wanton soul
tried to strike me down
showers me in limitations
sweeping my feet off the ground
your love is no present
i just suffer your lessons
your love is no
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.
Memories of Battle: Aragorn: First MeetingMemories of Battle: Aragorn: First Meeting3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Some memories are too dark to bring into the light, and I have seen too many dark things. Do not ask me. I will not recall memories to darken the very light of day; do not ask me about the dark. Ask me about Light.
Ask me about the light, and I will speak. Ask me about the light, and I will tell you of one day when the light was strong. I was young, barely twenty years of age, and had returned from a journey when Elrond called me, he who had been like a father to me.
That day all was changed.
That day, for the first time, I heard the name of my father. That day, for the first time, I saw the heirlooms of my house. That day, for the first time, I knew my inheritance.
That day, for the first time, I knew my own name.
And I was young. For a whole day pride filled me and I thought that the world could bring no more beauty. I thought the world was full and could give no more for I was young, and I was of noble birth; higher than any among Men. I did not think about the years ahead, on the r
DaelesDeep and dark I goDaeles2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My narrowed path, twisting, turning through dae* elm.
Withered, broken branches; dark, black, deadened leaves
Whispering blackened speech to me.
Light, to bright! Bright, to light!
Hisses and mutters of my kinsmen pass through the dae elms.
To light, to bright Elves of old,
To move through the shadowed Mirk,
Oh so bold.
Red, gold and dazzling emerald leaves,
Whispering honeycomb words of grace and glee to me.
Run, climb, play and scamper,
The wood sounds with Elfling laughter.
Greenwood the great of ages past,
Fair and noble children of Valinor set with caring for this cast.
Keeping eryn* ever growing, and duin* ever flowing.
Clean and light forever more,
Though dae always dwells, even in the brightest of belles.
By Gleca 魔
*Duin/River, Fast flowing river
Beren and LuthienIn Doriath an elven-kingBeren and Luthien4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Took to himself a Maia queen:
Strange was that love, not spoken of
Ere then; its like was never seen.
Queen Melian a magic ring
Wove 'round their land, to shield it well
From orcish spies and prying eyes
And all who would its secrets tell.
As love had bound, so passion shaped,
And life there grew in Melian:
The elven-child grew strong and wild,
Her parents named her Lúthien.
Lúthien walked where snow yet draped
The woods, and when she'd dance and sing,
Ice warmed and broke, the river spoke,
And winter's chill gave way to spring.
When many years had come and gone
She danced as ever 'neath the trees.
Her sapphire gown blew out around,
And raven hair streamed in the breeze.
Her song brought spring with that pale dawn;
When from the air the chill had passed,
As deft and light as blossoms white
Her feet skimmed fleetly o'er the grass.
Not far from where she danced alone
Beren roamed lost within the wood.
He heard her song and followed long,
And finding her
The Secret Garden"I know what you're thinking about," Nolofinwe's known, beloved voice whispered in Anaire's ear.The Secret Garden4 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Really?" she answered playfully, her eyes laughing.
"Yes," he kissed her neck and hugged her from behind. "For I'm reminded of our first meeting as well "
They were standing in a hidden spot between the many trees that surrounded 'their secret garden', as they came to view it. It seemed every child found this spot and claimed it to be his or her own, and currently their son, Findekano, was playing there with his cousin and friend, Nelyafinwe son of Feanaro.
"It was not so long ago, you know," Anaire said, turning in his arms to demand a kiss on the lips.
"Mmm true " came the reply.
Anaire laughed again. "Come. Let us leave them alone."
"Do you want to play with me?"
The girl lifted her head, surprised. She was sprawled on the grass, an opened book before her and an apple, half eaten, in her right hand. Above her stand a boy about her age, his long, black hair tied with
Into WaterInto WaterInto Water4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The end we have always dreaded has come, and I am entwined together with Morgoth's beast- we are become as one writhing, thrashing creature of steel and flame and flesh. A horrible din fills my ears, which must be his roar of pain at the spike of my helm embedded deep in his breast, or perhaps it is my own scream as I cling closer to him and the fire that emanates from his body licks at my face and skin, burning me, threatening to engulf me entirely. In a final, desperate burst of strength, I wrap my legs as tightly as I can around his and wrench them out from under him.
Suddenly the world is sideways, and we are falling. Some instinct takes hold of me, and I draw and hold a single breath just before we crash into water.
For a split second, the shock of its coldness on my burns is more excruciating than the fire that made them. The force of our impact with the water dislodges my half-melted helm from my head, a
Of Eru and Melkor"Why have you made us?" they asked, looking at their Creator with a mix of love and fear.Of Eru and Melkor2 years ago in Drama More Like This
"I wanted to create something of my own, something into which I had put my own thought, so that I could see it live and love it," said He. “And therefore I needed something that would guard it in my absence, so I created you, yet even you are the offsprings of my though."
They all had gathered around Him, around Eru. Closest to Him on his right side sat Melkor and on His left side sat Manwë, brothers, both dear to Him, (though one maybe a bit more so).
Brothers, but so very different. Melkor was more talented, more inquisitive, whereas Manwë was more kindhearted and more obedient.
"The Secret Fire powers you and its energy shall create Eä," He said.
"Can we use it to create something?" asked Melkor (sounding interested).
"The Secret Fire is not for you to use, and I have hidden it from all Eyes. It shall only be used indirectly to spring Life wit
Boromir's Farewell - purgatoriBoromir's Farewell - purgatori11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
there he lay upon the ground
last emblem of Gondor
arrows speared through his flesh
that glows a pale grey
the horn shall never again
his sword stained with victory
lays over his defeat
the woods mourn the loss
as his spirit is carried away
proud man of Gondor
the everlasting warrior
Tolkien's ElvesTolkien's ElvesTolkien's Elves9 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
When dealing with such complex works as The Lord of the Rings and its affiliated books, written by J.R.R. Tolkien and in some cases edited by his son Christopher, one becomes saturated by the vast variety of characters and races represented. However, one must keep in mind that all the races can be broken down further than a general classification. An excellent example of this is Elves, the Eldar, Firstborn Children of Iluvatar.
Although all Elves are indeed the Firstborn Children, they can first be divided into two classes: the Calaquendi, the Elves of Light, the High-elves, those Elves who heeded the westward summons and dwelt in Valinor, land of the Gods, during the time of the Two Trees; and the Moriquendi, Elves of the Darkness, who remained in Middle Earth and never saw the Light that was before the Moon and Sun, for they were the lovers of stars and the twilight.
The Calaquendi contained three groups of Elves: the Vanyar, the Noldor, and the
Veleth Reniar aen -Sindarin-Veleth Reniar aen -Sindarin-4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
2011 ©Charissa Klassen
Language: Sindarin (J.R.R. Tolkien)
(translation is below)
Nan Veleth feir Ia Reniar aen.
Ethuil hen i-hant bain pêl naer
Nu 'elais vraig gala dagi lyth pain
Mas minlu lyth a gelaidh edlothiant.
Dint pîn miriant dolthad ned glae voe
A duilin laew edona líreg ned gylf dynd
An chír pân avar miriad a linnad.
Mas i-hantien fael ia melant hant hen?
I-eleth mistant or rîw a rhîw dartha.
Mas glennant han lam velui liria voe
'lass dothol ned aur nuin duilin laew.
Si u-ben renia hant hen ah i-eleth?
Tiro! En renion vae, eleth velui hen.
Edhellim bain gwant círa ath aearon,
Nae! avar melad amar firol hen?
"Novaer naer hen pedin be lu toll
An illaid prestar aen, naeth a glass."
I-eleth galen pent anim po aur han
"Ui-renio i-ven amar bronannen ammen,
An uim awartha i-amar hen an uir.
Alle Perian vuin ui annathon rîn nîn.
U-bân naeth arfael a 'novaer' vethed."
An aearon ned gwaith în radant
The Horseman's RequestNight lay thick and heavy over the ancient hills of the Barrow-downs, and pale pricks of starlight glimmered far overhead, cold and forlorn. A blanket of hazy white fog was swiftly spreading over the landscape of burial mounds, and soon the dark sky was blotted from view. Sight itself was made more difficult . The green turf was covered in droplets of dew underfoot.The Horseman's Request5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A large standing stone reared up from the fog in this area, like a finger of the earth pointing straight into the night. The cry of a strange bird bounced from burial mound to stone. Then all was silent. Nothing stirred.
Clip. Clop. Clip. Clop.
Slowly but steadily, the faint but unmistakable sound of hoof clicking against rock could be heard, plodding along at an easy pace. The fog-shadows shifted, and from their midst a horseman trotted, covered from head to toe in a hooded black cloak. Upon his cowled head a metal crown gleamed, spiked and cruel. Onward the sable horse clopped, until it drew level beside the standing ston
AkallabethAkallabeth3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Yet such was the cunning of Sauron, and the strength of his hidden will, that ere three years had passed, he bacame close to the councils of the king...And Sauron spoke to the king, saying that his strength was so great, he need not be subject to the ban of the Valar. Then the king harkened to Sauron...and in those days the fleets of the Numenoreans blackened the waters west of the land...and Sauron withdrew to the inmost circles of his dark temple. (Akallabêth, The Silmarillion)
Once he laughed,
In his dark hall-
The lord of all.
Twice he laughed,
For weak-willed men
Who fell, became
His servants then.
Thrice he laughed,
The shadows rang-
Though Doom upon
a thread should hang.
A final time
Would he have laughed?
But then Doom fell-
An iron shaft.
Seemed to frown
On Sauron Gorthaur,
He guessed not
The Valar's wrath,
Though long we walked
His Master's path...
Until the Void
Of Morgoth's crown
Claimed Sauron G
Composed by the Virtuoso,There was a song –Composed by the Virtuoso,2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a lithe melody to brighten and bound through shadow,
an orchestra to spread a brilliant fire beyond any semblance of dream.
What a majesty –
a rapturous sound from the echo of each echo,
an aria expounding Ilúvatar’s marvelous theme:
In Eä, among stars and nebulae,
crescendos and poignant notes interchange,
and the composition creates a splendid world.
Arda is designed in this rhapsody,
and a mountainous undertone crafts the land –
trees spring and sprout at the clarion and trumpet intertwined,
waters cascade with the violin, still with the barry saxophone,
and at the soft harp, young figures are laid into lif
Ironic Viewpoint of Anti-PoetsPoetry shmoetry.Ironic Viewpoint of Anti-Poets8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
With honour and heartThe mountains stretched for miles,With honour and heart3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Razor sharp rocks at your feet,
Grey clouds blocking the horizon,
A task that none could complete.
A journey into the depths of hell,
With honour and heart we march through,
Ambushed by orcs beyond counting,
Fighting for all we hold true.
My love for my wife and my child,
The brothers in arms at my side
Will lead us all to victory,
We together shall rescue mankind.
Biblical Names of God:ELOHIMName Meaning ReferenceBiblical Names of God:ELOHIM7 years ago in Settings More Like This
ELOHIM GOD the Creator and Judge Genesis 1:1
ELOHIM AVINU GOD our Father
ELOHEI AVOTENU The GOD of our Fathers Deuteronomy 26:7
Pray for IsraelIsrael s a country in the Middle East.Pray for Israel8 months ago in Profiles More Like This
It is bordered by the Mediterranean in the west, Lebanon in the north,
Syria in the northeast, Jordan in the east, the Palestinian territories
(West Bank, Gaza Strip on the east and southwest, Egypt, and the Gulf of Aqaba
to the south.
Tel Aviv is the country’s financial center.
Jerusalem is the capital and most populous city
The population is over 8 million.
Israel is the world's only Jewish-majority state and has the world's highest population of Jews.
The name ‘Israel’ means ‘Struggles with God’ and was one of the names of the Biblical patriarch Jacob.
Jacob's twelve sons became the ancestors of the Israelites.
The country is known as the Holy Land, because it is holy to all Abrahamic religions,
including Judaism, Christianity, Islam and the Bahá'í Faith.
Many see the return of the Jews to Israel as fulfillment of prophecy
(Ezekiel 20:32-34, 36:16-24).
Over the centuries the territory has been known
aph_1338aph_13386 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Elwing's LullabySleep in peace, my gentle children:Elwing's Lullaby6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Though there seems no end to night,
Every day which falls in shadow
In its time will dawn in light.
See the Moon dressed all in silver,
Chasing stars across the sky.
He will keep your fears away
And leave sweet dreams for you and I.
Now the stars above are shining,
Calling you to peaceful rest.
By the shores the sea is singing,
Telling stories of the West.
When the chains of Night are broken
And the Light at last is free,
Then the world shall know the blessings
Waiting far beyond the sea.
Dream of hope, my stars, my darlings,
'Till the morning comes anew.
I will stay beside your beds
And keep a vigil over you.
Where the Grass Grows Green: Scribe's NoteWhere the Grass Grows Green: Scribe's Note3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Oh Samwise, bravest and truest of men.
Oh Samwise, Gardener of The Shire.
Samwise, you with earth beneath your fingernails
Oh Samwise, did you know what sorrow you would cause? With one bright stab of anger, one rash act born of love and fear, you sealed the fate of your master. Oh Samwise, why did you not stay your hand? Why did you not spare the creature?
Oh, Sam! How should you have known it would have spared the world?"
"If [Sauron] regains [the Ring], your valour is vain, and his victory will be swift and complete: so complete that none can foresee the end of it while this world lasts."
(Gandalf at The Last Debate.)
Gandalf was considered among the Wise, and his advice and predictions were seldom wrong. But though indeed it seemed, for a while, that Sauron's reign would endure until the last age had passed, it was not so.
The grass still grew long on the wide plains and thick in the hidden valleys of the mountain range, stubborn as weeds. Last