HEART-AND-DAGGERRozoth sniffed the air, picking up natural scents through the forest canopy. Below him were the rotten smells of the other orcs. The stench bored Rozoth, who had learned every scent of each orc in the hunting party. He preferred to take watch at night when all was quiet and he could pick up the sweet softness of the land. A flock of birds glided overhead and ignored Rozoth sitting at the highest branches. There had not been detection of any kind for several hours so Rozoth felt it was necessary to grab whatever food was left in the spoil bags. He took one last look, scanning the trees left to right and crawled spiderlike and quick to the eart
The Wiles of a King Deep within the stone halls of Mirkwood, a solitary elf stood motionless before the throne, his figure thin and tense, his mouth pressed tightly in anticipation of disaster. He held a carved staff of wood in his right hand and a half-eaten pear in his left. On his head was a flitting little bird that had decided the solemn creature was indeed carved out of stone, which would have offended him to no end had he not more important matters to mull over.
The butler of the elvenking stared intently at the vacant throne. Someone was missing. Someone very important was missing.
Then, with a sudden cry that sent the bird shrieking into the air, t
The Fourth Ring-bearerThe goblin turned, eyes squinting into the gloom. He had heard a cough: he was sure of it. And yet, as the silent seconds trickled by, he began to think that it had perhaps only been a fish jumping in the pool. He stooped down with his bucket, but hesitated for a moment before bending over the water. Slowly, thoughtfully, he pushed his torch into the gravelly floor and took the long knife from his belt. There were stories about this place...lots of stories. Clutching the knife tightly, the goblin began to fill the bucket.
There was a hiss as the lit end of the torch flopped into the pool. Pale eyes and an outstretched hand lingered in the go
The Goblin: An Unexpected JourneyIn the waning years of the Third Era, The War Of The Ring drew to a close. With the One Ring destroyed at the hands of Frodo Baggins, the lands of Mordor were emptied after the battle at the Black Gates, but something happened then, that no one intended. The battle was survived by the unlikeliest of creatures, a goblin, Garzaht of Mordor.
"Urgh, get off!" the scratchy voice said from beneath a heap of bloodied orc corpses. With a rustle one of the bodies was dislodged tumbling down the side of the pile and hitting the ground with a sloppy, bloody thud. A hand reached out from under the mass, pushing limbs aside and clutching onto whatever so
Crowning a StewardCrowning a Steward
Pippin stared at the tree ornament on the shining, brightly polished armour. There were little blossoms engraved into the steel at the tips of the branches, which had appeared like a bit too much embellishment of the old, gnarly tree growing in the courtyard, to Pippin when he had first arrived in the White City. But now the ring had been destroyed, the old tree bore blossoms again, and (most important) there were regular meals again, that didn't feel as if the end of the world were near.
And today – Pippin had almost forgotten what it was like- even the sun was shining again. A perfect day for the return of the kin
The Dwarf and The Ring WraithThe creature was late.
Checking the position of the sun in the sky, Pacsa heaved in a great lungfull of pipe weed through his pipe before looking back at the entrance to the village. Instead, the old dwarf let the gentle rays of the sun beat down upon his cheeks, savouring the silence, knowing that soon, everything would change. He had arrived in the sleepy little village not long ago and seeing the bustle of smiling townsfolk, Pacsa felt a momentary pang of guilt, knowing that very soon, their peaceful existence would be jarred completely. The dwarf took no comfort in the thought, but it couldn't be helped. Soon he would come.
GollumThe dark waters lie silent. No wind to ripple the surface, no current moves the waters underneath. This is the end. No way leads out, not even for the waters.
This is how it has been for years uncounted. The darkness and the stillness of the forgotten places at the root of the world. The pale fishes swim, and eat, and die, and nothing ever happens.
Nothing, until the sound of naked feet breaks the silence, flapping on bare rock. Soft flesh against hard stone. The waters stir, and ripples run across the still waters, from the edge and to the walls of the cavern on the other side. There they stop, and cannot go further. A voice hisses, and th
Against the WindA/N: This is a fan-fiction about Beorn from The Hobbit
The moon rose over the lonely crop of rock. The Eagles used it by day as a common landing post, sharing hunting tips and important news of other creatures. That day they had gone to nest after a long day of hunting, leaving the great black bear to sit alone. At night, it was his territory. Not even the Eagles dared to rouse him from his pondering, and they willingly shared the space with him. He sat, the moon the only witness to his lamenting.
He didn't like to linger on memories lost, and the Bear didn't remain on the Carrock for long. Before the moon was in the middle of the
Lay your head down The odour of blood was already thick in the air when I felt myself being pierced with a blade. I was surrounded by countless of corpses, many of them still warm. I fell onto my knees, unable to ignore the acute pain that was quickly extending through my body and the warm feeling of blood falling from the freshly made wound as the realisation that I had failed to protect my uncle hit me. I had failed. I had failed to protect him. What would happen now? Had we come this far for… this?
I felt my body hit the ground. “N-no” I muttered, as I tried to get up without any success. I couldn’t fall here! I still had things t
My Dear Friend Alatriël drew her bow and readied herself by Ori's side. She loathed to kill, but for him the elf would do anything. The doors were still barricaded, but they were trapped, with no way out – she would not leave them, any of them. Ori was close to her, she could feel the fabrics of his clothing brushing across the few inches of exposed skin above her ankle; the movement reassured her, he was alive and that was all she needed. Her bow was drawn back further, amber eyes narrowing on the huge door.
“Are you well, my friend?” She uttered, casting a glance down at the dwarf.
There was little more than a mutter in response
I walk alongI walk along the road
Of spinning sticks and stones
I walk along the river
Of never ending water
North to south
East to west
I walk along my life
Of happiness and pain
I walk along with people
Of different roads of life
I walk into this adventure
By myself and with my friends
I walk along a dream
That I hope never ends
I walk along a tail
Never taken before
A step of my own
As I pass through my door
I walk along to find
A lost part of me
I walk along the land
With my own two feet
To find me
To find them
I walk along
I travel along
My daring tale of
There and Back again
The Mirror Cracked'A blazing wave devours white shore,'
The poets muse on Feanor,
While they should wish him nothing more
Than swiftly falling ash.
In reckless words we forged our fate,
In white-hot script for cracking slate,
Each syllable the world's weight -
But gladly were we crushed.
I saw blood in the soft sea wrack;
Each sea-elf dead a mirror's crack
In our own faces staring back
From all the noble slain.
In Dior's blessed and empty face
I searched for us but found no trace.
The mirror shattered. Only grace
We bear no more stared back.
The waves closed over Elwing's head,
Dissolved the Light that silver bled
Into a face that held no dread;
So different from ourselves.
Not princes now, nor kings, but thieves,
And reckless as the falling leaves,
We take the Jewels and my heart grieves:
For all the world is stained.
For this the final Doom we bear:
In blood spilt red as Nelyo's hair;
The golden Vanyar lying there
Dead, even as our hearts.
The living Light is agony;
A shining, sharp finality:
A leap i
OF THE UNTOLD FATE OF THE BLUE WIZARDSHere follows an account of the first two Maiar to be brought into service by the Valar to conquer Sauron, the Dark Enemy
From the beginning of time - even before the coming of the elves - Arda, a world of great beauty, was plagued by evil. Its beauty was its curse, for even as the Valar, the great nature spirits of Valinor, fashioned the many wondrous resources of that world, the evil, powerful and covetous Vala, Melkor did seek to destroy all that he could not own or control. The nefarious designs of the Dark Enemy relentlessly plagued the whole of Arda and threatened its future, for he was more powerful than all the race of the Ainur.
The Begin of An Unexpected JourneyFire.
It blazed out of the once so beautiful kingdom of Erebor, with a thick dark cloud circling and adorning its mighty snow-covered peak almost like a crown. How ironic.
The city of Dale was destroyed. Houses had burned down to ground and the dead were beyond counting and salvage. The sickening smell of burning corpses wafted in nostrils of the dwarves of Erebor and the remaining villagers of Dale. Despite the horrible sight you could not turn your eyes away, because your feet were practically glued on the hill-sight.
Your home, the kingdom you were proud to serve, had been burn down and reduce to ashes. To nothing.
The realization dawn
conest entryonce deep in a mountain elfs lived in some tunnels that dug for an underground kingdom. Though right now conciel was taking place amoung the elders. 1 by 1 they entered the conciel room with happened to be a hidden room so no outsiders cold hear what was said amoung 'em. once they were all gathered around the table the head elder of the elfs spoke up. "Hm Hm. As time has passed the hunter elfs have reported seeing orges unsettlingly close to our kingdom. it leads 1 to believe that a bad omen is about to befall." All the other elders mumured amoungs each other in a mixer of of shock and worry. Then 1 of the elders spoke up. "This is bad. if th