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Maedhros: Son of FireHe was the fire
Devouring flame
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 Ride of OromeThe stars were young upon the heaven’s dome
and darkness dwelt under the shade of trees
and in the darkness evil creatures roamed,
when a horn sounded clear and pure in breeze.
Like thunder rode there Béma on his steed
and Nahar's mane shone bright with silver light:
glistening dream, the music of his feet,
before them fled the creatures of the night.
Now hoofbeats silenced, Béma rides no more
in Middle-earth under the rays of Sun,
but Nahar's children still stay on this shore
and on the grass of Rohan freely run.
The lords of horses, Mearas free and strong,
the steeds of kings that came out of a song.

GondorGlory of past, memories
Oaths of faithfulness
Now arrived the hour of
e
e
Dark is the path the dead guard
Out of danger will
Rise the long lost kingly line

Music of AinurCreate and sing!
Your mind has wings from Music wrought
In an eye's blink to being brought in Timeless Hall
What you can think to the last dot, that I will call to make a world
                The horse's trott, the fir-trees tall, the heat and cold
                                        The creatures small, and big and bold

Shades of GreySummary: Manwë visits Melkor in the Void, and finds pity for the former enemy in his heart. Sometimes, there are shades of grey between white and black...

Rating: K+

Disclaimer: Just Retelling Reuel's Tales

Beta reader: Cairistiona

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It was cold here, upon Taniquetil. The air was thin, and the snow on the peak never melted. The wind didn't blow. It was peaceful, serene – a white silence stretching through the halls of Ilmarin. There, high above all, Manwë sat on his throne, and his sight was directed to the east. The threat to Middle-earth has been destroyed. The

Caves of the ForgottenNow sing the song of dreamers under stone
In Caves of Damned forever they will sleep
And wander ever in their dreams alone

Now sing the song of dreamers under stone
In place forgotten where Sun never shone
There Ar-Pharazôn landed with his fleet

Now sing the song of dreamers under stone
In Caves of Damned forever they will sleep

Of Names and DecisionsFair child without sorrow
Is your life hollow,
Noldorin prince?
Dreams are just small seeds
Adventures, great deeds
Ripen long since…
A burning fire
That’s your desire:
Onwards without wince

In the light of Two Trees
Noon of Valinor's bliss
Golden-haired child
Over the wide sea, though
Lie the lands you don't know
Distant and wild
Oh, eager child...

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Faithful and steady
Is you oath ready,
Nargothrond’s king?
Reaping the visions
Of your decisions
Darkness will sink
For the oath spoken
Echoes unbroken
Loyalty true
A new hope is born
Grief of those who mourn
Up to sky flew
New day is coming
Dawning in blue

Sand and MusicSand and Music

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.

Ships of AlqualondeThe song of waters sounded clear and sweet
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

Shadows of Nan ElmothO golden cage of Gondolin,                 is covetousness a crime?
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
Go

Common Sindarin Phrases

Common Phrases in Sindarin
Sindarin is technically not a functional language, there are so many words missing. Simple words are just simply non-existant. But there is some help for the language, it's a beautiful, poetic, and its in Lord of the Rings for goodness sake. :D

If there are any phrases that you would like to see me translate, feel free to contact me and I will add them to the list.
So you may want to review this page many times after seeing it for the first time.

"thou" : formal
"you" : informal

_____________Pronouns
-----a dash before the characters make it a suffix that is used for verbs and possessive
Version A
Formal: l

Into WaterInto Water

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 side

That Summer in RivendellWarm sunlight streamed down
From the leafy canopy
A thousand shades of green
As water glittered along its course
And fell shimmering into its crystal basin
A soft breeze whispered
Through the boughs of ancient oaks
And beneath these trees
Two lovers walked
And sang in clear elven voices
And vows they made:
Never to part
That summer in Rivendell

Into DarknessHe knew he had died before he was dead, which was quite a strange notion. He had seen the horrified looks on his sons' faces, had felt his strength leave him. He had known the exact moment when his heart stopped beating and when his body crumbled into ash, to be blown about by the wind.

And he had known the exact moment when he understood that Morgoth would never be defeated by the Noldor. The curse that had escaped from his lips was filled with all the hatred and anger from the depths of his heart.

And then he was gone.

Curufinwë Fëanáro stood on a raised platform, surveying the long line of dead Souls. The line was straigh

LossTurgon

My brother is gone.

The deafening clashes and shrieks of battle dim and blur together in my ears as I stand, rooted, in the frenzy, staring at the swirling clouds of flame and dust where his banner fell. Through the haze of my sorrow, it hits me like a kick to the stomach that with his passing, and no heir to his line, I have in the space of a few seconds become the High King of our people. I am the last of Nolofinwë's children, and I am alone, as is my beloved Gondolin; and we both will be discovered and destroyed as surely as will all the realms of the Eldar in Middle Earth.

I am pulled from my stupor by

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J. R. R. Tolkien

by =MirachRavaia, Aug 8, 2011, 10:12:25 AM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Traditional Fixed Forms

Just see who enters
the realm of dreams
creating lands
that none have seen

Retaking kingdoms,
legends of old
Molding them into
enchanted world

Reaping the fruits
that in his mind grow
to rivers of words
that from his pen flow

Travel through the lands,
follow the dream
He gives you his hand...
Enter with him!

J. R. R. Tolkienby =MirachRavaia

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Traditional Fixed Forms

©2011-2013 =MirachRavaia

An older poem - a tribute to a great writer.

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~SuperRainbowSakura Jan 15, 2013 Hobbyist Digital Artist

so amazing, there are just no wordt for this masterpiece

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=MirachRavaia Jan 16, 2013 General Artist

Thank you very much!

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~SuperRainbowSakura Jan 16, 2013 Hobbyist Digital Artist

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~universal85 Aug 12, 2012

This is fantastic! J.r.r tolkien is my favorite writer!

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=MirachRavaia Aug 13, 2012 General Artist

Thank you! He's mine as well

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~Annathelle26 Apr 4, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

It's a very beautiful tribute to him. You did him justice

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=MirachRavaia Apr 4, 2012 General Artist

Thank you very much!

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~StrawberryJam1313 Apr 4, 2012

A worthy tribute to the great Professor

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=MirachRavaia Apr 4, 2012 General Artist

Thank you!

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=deinktvis Mar 19, 2012 Student Writer

interesting take on an acrostic!

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