Come Home'Túlë mar! Túlë mar!'Come Home5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The men in front of me carry my father's body.
I do not weep. It has been long indeed since I allowed myself to shed tears for any reason. I am straight-backed and rigid and dignified. I am, as the circumstances require of me, solemn but reserved. It is only in the silence of my mind that the nausea of regret consumes me, invading every corner of my consciousness.
I think I am doing a good job of hiding the pain from my face, but my wife, ever more perceptive than I realize, drifts nearer to me. Laurelindë slips her hand inside mine, transferring her strength to me. She smiles her encouragement thinly, but I cannot give her a smile of my own. Too bleak and dark is my heart. Our son walks a few paces behind us, and I draw some little comfort from the stillness of his presence. On my right middle finger rests the crafted signet ring of the Stewards.
It is a heavy burden-one that somehow I did not expect to receive at eighty-one years
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
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
Tolkien Nursery RhymesRussandolTolkien Nursery Rhymes6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Coppertop, Coppertop, why do you run?
The grass has been a-lighted, and gray is the sun
In your hand holding a house of light-
It's hot here, down in the earth.
* * *
There was a mighty singer who threw away his light
it fell into the sea as dark as night
he sat on the shore weeping tears of lament
who mourns for the things that were lost?
* * *
Up, two, high
A ship in the sky
A jewel on a man
who did not die
* * *
Where is Gondolin?
I am looking for Gondolin
Is it north or east west south?
There is a little trickle that will lead you there
It you wait by the river's mouth.
* * *
Swan haven red
Ten birds dead
Boats spout flame
And sunk like lead
* * *
He killed the dragon
To her the worm spake
It told her the truth
And she jumped in the lake.
* * *
Luthien, Luthien, dance for me I say!
Your dress is blue and your face is the day
The dog has come so you don't have to stay
Just for you I will catch a star-ray
Luthien, Luthien, dance with me, pr
The 12 Days of TolkienThe 12 Days of Tolkien8 years ago in Humor More Like This
The 12 Days of Tolkien.
On the 1st day of Yule, J. Tolkien gave to me: an almighty Ruling Ring.
On the 2nd day of Yule, J. Tolkien gave to me: Two Towers, and an almighty Ruling Ring.
On the 3rd day of Yule, J. Tolkien gave to me: 3 stone trolls, Two Towers, and an almighty Ruling Ring.
On the 4th day of Yule, J. Tolkien gave to me: 4 Shire hobbits, 3 stone trolls, Two Towers, and an almighty Ruling Ring.
On the 5th day of Yule, J. Tolkien gave to me: 5 lembas breads, 4 Shire hobbits, 3 stone trolls, Two Towers, and an almighty Ruling Ring.
On the 6th day of Yule, J. Tolkien gave to me: 6 Rohirrim riding, 5 lembas breads, 4 Shire hobbits, 3 stone trolls, Two Towers, and an almighty Ruling Ring.
On the 7th day of Yule, J. Tolkien gave to me: 7 skulls a-rolling, 6 Rohirrim riding, 5 lembas breads, 4 Shire hobbits, 3 stone trolls, Two Towers, and an almighty Ruling Ring.
On the 8th day of Yule, J. Tolkien gave to me: 8 men a-marching, 7 skulls a-rolling, 6 Rohirrim ri
Intertwined - Tolkien FanficSam looked up as Aragorn abruptly rose and wandered away from the Company and onto the ridge that sheltered their small camp. He sighed, glad for a respite from the ranger's nervous energy; Aragorn had shifted about restlessly all throughout their meagre supper-breakfast.Intertwined - Tolkien Fanfic10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A yawn followed the sigh, and Sam stretched his weary muscles. He had been ready enough to sleep by the time a halt was called to their day's march, but now he found himself reluctant to close his eyes. This was the first bit of merry sunshine they'd had since leaving Rivendell. Sam wanted to enjoy it awhile. Besides, he had all night to sleep; they weren't moving on till the morrow's eve.
That pleasant thought brought a smile to the hobbit's lips as his gaze roamed about in search of Frodo. Sam found his master sitting with Gandalf on the edge of their
DualitySplit completely into two,Duality9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With nothing more I can do.
I am light.
I am darkness.
Duality is as clear as day.
Two destinies, come what may.
I am good.
I am evil.
Will I start a peaceful reign?
Or create a hell when I go insane?
I could be god.
I could be the anti-christ.
I want to help, I have hope.
I've lost it all and don't know how to cope.
I am positive.
I am shattered.
Betray me, and you are forgiven.
Betray me, your pain is about to begin.
I am just.
I am the executioner.
I revel in the day, the sun so bright.
I revel in the dark, hiding from sight.
I am sun.
I am moon.
I'm losing the fight, I'm going to fall.
I'm going to win, I will be standing tall.
I am slipping.
I am in control.
I will restore the balance once more.
I will fight to again to open the door.
I will be again.
I will not give up.
Two sides controlling one,
And the fighting will never be done.
I am duality.
I am balance.
Themes in TolkienThemes in Tolkien10 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Author of my heart.
A report by Joy Fields
1. The Hobbit
2. Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring
3. Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers
4. Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King
5. The Silmarillion
6. The Unfinished Tales
7. The Book of Lost Tales One
8. The Book of Lost Tales Two
2. Good and Evil
3. Mortality and Immortality
4. True Love
5. Doom and Freewill
7. Re-worked Myths
9. Book Resources
When delving into the world of Tolkien one must realize that it is an entirely different world with a language all its own. I have done my best to compile a footnote section of this report to help with vocabulary though the report itself may still be a bit confusing to those who don't have some knowledge of Tolkien's world.
Tolkien does not have one overall theme in his books, but he does have several small themes that are nice to explore. His themes are more and more obvious the more books
TearTear5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
A last tear,
Has broken with fear,
When it comes out,
That we've broken apart.
Everything that You've made,
Was fullfilled with death...
You just didn't care...
You'll have to go to hell!!!
This is the place for men like you.
How long will it take, before I broke through?
The answer is simple,
The last broken tear must kill the fear.
White Sunday 88: lullabyeI will hold you tonightWhite Sunday 88: lullabye5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and let you fade into the comforting grey.
my heartbeat your metronome.
my breath evidence of my vigilance.
my warmth proof of my passion and presence.
I am here for you
even when I am not, for my will is strong
to belong in your arms, your bed, your life
and I will always be where you need me
even if just to play comfort to your needs.
William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.
The Legion of Discord ch.4The Legion of DiscordThe Legion of Discord ch.44 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Gregory Finch always knew that he was destined for greater things. But becoming President and CEO of what was now Wayback Electronics was not enough. In fact, it was merely a stepping stone towards true power. Yet no path was without its bumpy parts, and Finch, sitting at his desk, was possibly facing just such a moment now.
"You're certain of this?"
Chumley, Finch's assistant who stood on the opposite side of the desk nodded. "Yes, sir. There's no doubt about it. One of the units was activated prematurely. Yet before we could deactivate the signal, it just stopped on its own."
Finch stroked his chin thoughtfully. "That would suggest that someone's on to us. Do you know which unit it was that malfunctioned?"
"Yes, sir. The signal came from unit no. 175694."
"Well, that should be enough then." Finch turned to his computer. All customers were encouraged to register their laptops online. Officially, it was so that they could qualify for
How'd You Get Here? Part 2Phineas and Ferb Jonathan and Joanna: The Early DaysHow'd You Get Here? Part 24 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
HOW'D YOU GET HERE? (PART 2)
After tossing ideas about for a few weeks, Joanna, Jenna, Jonathan and Micheal finally came up with a cute little song about Philo, Joanna's pet ferret. Although they recorded the song for their families, Django had a little surprise waiting in store for everyone...
It had been a few days since Joanna, Jenna, Jonathan and Micheal finished writing and recording a bubblegum-style song about Philo, and they were happy with how the song turned out. When they first played it for our families, I was definitely impressed, as was the rest of the family plus Phineas, Micheal and Jenna's families. (Not surprisingly, Trenace admitted she preferred harder rock music, even though she liked this song as well.)
"You guys really have something in that song," I remarked. "You could turn out to be the next ABBA. As in that Swedish pop group..."
"Oh, that's right, that group I learned about in music c
Down at the pub, or was he?One night, a man was washing dishes with his wife when the husband suddenly "accidentally" dropped one of the plates onto the kitchen floor.Down at the pub, or was he?4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"And where have you been going all this time?" the wife asked.
"Down to the pub with my mates like I told you," the husband replied.
The wife passed her husband another plate to dry; unfortunately he dropped that plate on the ground as well.
"Are you sure you've been going to the pub and not played cricket?" the wife asked.
"Absolutely," said the husband, "I would never lie to you."
The wife said nothing so the husband continued to dry a few more dishes. He was passed another dish, and the dish slipped out of his hands and fell onto the floor.
"You lying bastard!" she roared. "You have been playing cricket for Australia's Ashes team, haven't you?!"
AUTHOR'S NOTE - The punchline I used in this joke was based on an actual farce in sporting history where England completely whipped Australia's arse during the 2010-11 Ashes Cricket series (mo
prisonThis has been my prisonprison5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
for as long as I recall
every stone I placed myself
I've wandered every hall
alone and yet, within myself
I've many I've still met
who've stepped across the mark'd line
and made of me their pet
for this is not a pleasant place
to visit, or to dwell.
though some would think it heaven
I have learned that it is hell
to be bound within these bitter walls
and left to crawl for days
to find yourself a loveless freak
inside a praise'd haze
whispered of in fear and love
and left alone to die
for sins I am not party to
and prisoner of a lie
William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.
How'd You Get Here? Part 1Phineas and Ferb Jonathan and Joanna: The Early DaysHow'd You Get Here? Part 14 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
HOW'D YOU GET HERE? (PART 1)
On one of those summer afternoons where there was nothing much to do, Joanna and Jenna found some time to listen to some old music records that Joanna's grandfather had recently mailed to them.
"Amazing that they're still in great playing condition, Jenna!" I said.
"Yes, yes they are," she replied.
Sitting on my bedroom floor playing with my grandfather's portable record turntable, we listened to some old music records so we could get some ideas for a new song with an old-style feel about it. Disco songs, early electronic dance numbers, rock-and-roll pieces, just so many records to choose from and listen to.
"I find it hard to believe how much music has changed since they released all those records," I said. "I know we always enjoy today's songs and everything, but there's just something about those songs..."
"Something like an old-time sort of feel?" Jenna asked.
"You could say tha
AAML Mini DrabblesI can't seem to get a full AAML story done, but I do have several ideas floating around in my head that I wanted to get out, and here they are. Perhaps at some point I'll include one or more of the following mini drabbles in a full length story - ah, such a dream! Enjoy yourselves, fellow followers of AAML.AAML Mini Drabbles4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the following: Pokemon, Mindless Self Indulgence (or any of their songs), Youtube, Reese's Pieces, Azumanga Daioh, or Ouran High School Host Club. This probably means that I don't have a life and need to get out more. I could be wrong, however.
"You did what to who for how many Ho-Ohs?"
" really, Ash?"
"It was the best I could come up with at the time."
"So that's your excuse, then?"
"It's not an excuse! It really was the only thing I could think of. At the time."
Misty glanced at Ash skeptically. "You know what that says about your imagination, don't you?"
Ash heaved a sigh, crossing his eyes momenta
Blurr LivesBlurr Lives6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
In that moment Blurr realized two things. He made the mistake of running in the underground tunnels of Cybertron. Since Longarm was the traitor, he could just trace the blue bots signal. The walls were closing in on him. He could feel the back of his head cone crush inward. It caused his horn to pop off from the front of his cranial armor. Blurrs fast processors other realization would save his spark. Why couldnt he just go up?
At his usually blinding speed he climbed up with rapid scrambling arms. In a moment his wheels went from getting no traction to not being felt at all. One of his optics went out, but there was no more pressure on his Spark or head. That was what mattered at the moment. While his processors hazed he tore out his tracker from his shoulder. He tossed the item down in the almost completely closed up walls below. Blurr felt a rush of sparks run through his now bare head before blacking out.
He woke up to the growling of gears. The closed
The Porcelain DollHer pretty glass eyes convey no feeling.The Porcelain Doll5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The mask she wears is all she knows.
Sadness strikes, she gives a vacant smile.
Happiness comes, it still does not falter.
Everything is nothing to the poor little thing
And everyone is nobody in her heart.
Little girls play with the delicate woman
Pretending she is their best friend.
They idolize the porcelain doll
And beg her to give in to their every whim.
Never has one been able to answer
But still the little girls plead.
How is it that this emotionless toy
Can receive such pure adoration?
For when these girls grow past adolescence,
They cannot view the doll the same.
For it is nothing they find in themselves
And everything they see in the world.
white lotustranscending pain, the grain forms of nature.white lotus5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
strength and length and the force of the freedom
to choose the right path, the night path, unsure
of the outcome, but certain of wisdom
in the walking without the bartered hearts
that are battered and split, but yet endure.
pure is the consecration that which parts
the sea of blood and sweat to raise and cure
us of our forgotten paths. purposed love
is not weakness, and tears are a baptism
of pain, released like a toxin, above
it all we stand, the pale cataclysm
stretched out like a bad dream fading in light
as we enlighten and lighten out loads, this night.
William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.
Unrequired Love...Part 1James Norrington climbed the front steps rapidly. After all those years on and in the King's ships, these shallow, wide and clean parts of the building were like a canal to a ferryman.Unrequired Love...Part 15 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He entered the apartment building and passed the landlady's office. Some luggage was piled outside her door and it gave him pause.
There were two stout canvas bags and a sea locker. A real sea locker. He hadn't seen one besides his own since he moved in.
He knelt and took a sniff of the bags. The unmistakable scent of the shore filled his nostrils. Most of the landlubbers would consider it the smell of the sea. He knew better. The sea only smelled of clean air and sweaty sailors, sometimes of gunpowder.
The shore was where things fetched up to die. That was what people smelled when they got close to the sea, without actually going on it.
Well, another maritime man in the building wouldn't go ami
ronin apokalypsisthere are worse things than being ronin.ronin apokalypsis5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
exile from the smile and pleasure of the regent
whose very presence defines you, empowers you
such that the brittle kata of the lost warrior
remains only as a shadow, your heart beating
only out of habit. the pain draining you
until the leeches themselves choke on the dust
of a crushed, hushed heart. how long can it beat
when the disembowelment is fait accompli?
I only trust that God will judge with a kinder
disposition my sins, or I am so fucked.
but, I digress, I would express my emotions
with clarity and the charity of one who never lies
or walks away from an accident, even an enemy
deserves the quick kill or a pardon, but I am torn,
worn, scorned and borne, bound and soundless,
into the presence of my own demons, who delight
in the feast release in a single hapless incantation.
better the pen should have fallen from lifeless fingers
than I should face the mockery of my chains.
better I should find penance in all manner
This Unavoidable ThingHe realized now that the first man he had ever killed had marked him for death. Every man after that, every woman and child that he had murdered in the name of Sahale had pressed their hand against him. If an angel could look at him now, would they see his skin pockmarked by handprints in blood? There weren't angels waiting for him, wherever he was going. Fletcher was sick with certainty that where he was going, there would only be people waiting for him, an uncountable number of them but for each one standing, there would be a handprint on his soul. Ghostly hands would cover each outline until he was overcome, and he would drown in them for eternity, an infinite purgatory of facing each accuser and bearing witness to their judgment of his sins.This Unavoidable Thing5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
That was something like what the human official was trying to convey, only he didn't have the imagination that Fletcher Hayes did. The official prattled on, listing his crimes against the crown, his crimes against the military and other c