The HawkHe was glad that nobody could see him now. Here he was, one of the oldest elves in Middle-earth, and he had nothing to show for it other than his birds. Even if he loved his birds, and they seemed to care for him as well, there was nothing else left. He no longer sang, he had no wish for it anymore. After his brothers were dead, and he had nothing to fight for, he had lost his place. What was a warrior without a war, and a singer without a muse?The Hawk by LadyBrookeCelebwen
For this reason, he had only birds that didn't sound musical. His favorite was the hawk. The way it screamed echoed the sounds he wished he could make still, but his voice was long gone, it had gone away when he quit singing. And so he let the hawk scream for him, and he knew that it was screaming because it was hungry. But it was so easy to forget that, and allow himself to believe that it was because the hawk really did understand him.
So each night he stood on top of the hill, watching for the hawk. And each night it came screaming back to h
The PoetreeI'm bored today, and awfully tiredThe Poetree by bookworm773
Of all the things that I can do
I think I'll go to the Poetree
Would you like to come along too?
It's very nice, far up the hill
Dotted with flowers all around
The Poetree's fruits are ripe and heavy
Already falling to the ground
We'll sit against it and eat the fruit
Let the juice dribble down our chins
It's okay, we can get sticky
There's no need to bring napkins
I enjoy the lighter ones
The fruit made of blue skies and smiles
They taste like sunshine berries
That stay with you for miles and miles
But some folk love the fruit made of darkness
That's full of despise and much pain
Their flavors are different and meatier
Tastes that come deep from the brain
The fruits, they all vary a lot
Not one is exactly the same
Some are red or green, blue or yellow
Some taste as if they were aflame
So please come with me and sit awhile
Watch the clouds beneath the Poetree's arms
Eat the fruit and converse lightly
Surrender to the Poetree's quiet charms
I am the song brought with the wind|
Ever present, but never seen
A old as hills, as deep as sea,
forever young, forever free.
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The Heart of the Mountain - synopsisA man knelt on the blood-soaked battlefield. He was the last one. The last of the Ar-Venui, the Swords of Death: Nothing to live for, just looking for something to die for. A sword was hanging above his head. The last rays of the dying sun were like a road to the oblivion
My stories from Middle-earthI usually do not post my fanfiction stories here at dA (and won't until they enable to post multi-chaptered stories as one deviation, otherwise it would make a mess in my gallery...) I post them under my fanfiction.net: http://www.fanfiction.net/u/1740140/Mirach and Stories of Arda account: http://www.storiesofarda.com/author.asp?AuthID=2706
Art for Trees - project:iconspringtree-1plz::iconspringtree-2plz::iconspringtree-3plz::iconspringtree-4plz::iconspringtree-4pl5:
sifro. - solve the codes and win points! IMPORTANT: the login into the submmitting system currently doen't work. I'll try to fix it somehow, but until then, the "Try it without login" link still works. If you submit the solution to a cipher, it will give you a link to the next one. It just won't remember your position in the game, so better save that link, or remember the solution so you can get it again.
...and traveling Noldor!
Finrod's Travels - diary
Memories of Battle: Aragorn: First Meeting