Galadriel stepped towards Silvren with open arms and a gently smile lit up on her fair face. "I have missed you greatly." Galadriel whispered as she embraced Silvren. "It must have been very hard for your father to allow to you come on this quest." Galadriel said with a knowing sparkle in her blue eyes.
Ardil was seated on the floor playing a game of chess with Failon near the fire, Mandil took a seat nearby and soon began whittling a block of wood, and Inzil and Melde were preparing dinner in the kitchen. With the exception of Inzil’s presence, it was a night no different than many others for as many winters as Lienilde could remember, and she nearly forgot the conversation she had had with her father just minutes before.
A Silvan Elf named Elerrina (Rina) travels from Mirkwood to Imladris after she feels the Valar have called her there. Teaser: A raindrop fell from its grey home, a little drop of silver from an imposing scowl. It fell a happy little course, avoiding leaves and twigs as it fell through a dauntingly thick canopy of trees and continued on its course until it ended with a soft splash on the upturned face of a young she-elf
Finally, she said, a little nervously, "Isildur, if I may be so bold to ask, why did you do it? And how? How did you manage to reach the inner courts of the King undetected?" She took a seat in the chair at his bedside, waiting for an answer.
A poem not necessarily about Middle-earth itself, but inspired by the tales and valor of Tolkien's style. Also inspired by "The Highwayman."
What they must be done, they will accomplish. Sam and Frodo's journey to Mount Doom.
Silvren was yanked out of her thoughts when Legolas grabbed her by the arm and pulled her towards the narrow bridge. Forcing herself not to look down at the bottomless pit, Silvren sprinted across the narrow bridge behind Gimli and stopped on the other side by a set of stone stairs. The rest of the company waited there as well.
Silvren ducked away from the swinging blade of the gruesome orc that was attacking her. In one quick motion, she slashed open his abdomen and sliced open his throat. Black, sticky blood covered the blades of her knives and splattered onto her hands.
After many Ages in the Halls of Mandos, Fëanor has an encounter that leads to his freedom.
"Bring it down!" he shouted, hearing more swords slide from their sheaths. "This beast dies tonight!" And Thranduil charged, bringing his sword around as the beast, with a bone-shaking roar, surged forward to meet them.
Thus when a knock sounded on the front door that morning, Melde rushed from the kitchen to answer it, instructing Lienilde to stay in her seat. When Melde opened the door, Lienilde was surprised to see a familiar face in the doorway.
It had been approximately two weeks since Silvren left Rivendell and for the first two days her disappearance went unnoticed. Arwen, the twins and her friends did everything they could to stall her being discovered but Elrond finally could take it no longer.
A young, naive half elf lives in Gondor towards the end over the war of the ring. She is perplexed by the idea of death, even when so much of it surrounds her. Future romance story.
"They say the smoke comes from the King's offerings to Melkor," Failon finally said. "Yet what could he burn that would cloud the whole isle for two days? And why does he even worship Melkor -- Mother and Father have always said that Melkor was evil, so why would a king do such a thing?"
Kali recovers from the attack and Nate gives her some help with something they had forgotten about for a long time. Kali talks to the servant girl and gets to know her a little.