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Oropher gripped his glass of wine tightly. “I will not see my people put under the rule of a Noldo, by default and acceptance of aid. Surely you can understand why as a people, we would be hesitant to go under your rule when your relatives have caused such problems for us.” Gil-galad opened his mouth to speak, before pausing and looking to Galadriel. “Perhaps he is simply confused as to why you would rather persist in making your own way without help,” Galadriel said. “You fled from the same troubles we did, and it could be said that it is folly to remain on your own when you could seek aid.” “Is y

Silmarillion fanfiction Summary: Finrod has always had a special friendship with Mortals, especially with those of the House of Bëor, and intellectual fascination about the different fates of their races regarding death and what comes after it. But now he faces it in reality - dying for one of them. How does it feel to an immortal? For the B2MeM 2014 prompt: "In that time the air of Middle-earth became heavy with the breath of growth and mortality, and the changing and ageing of all things was hastened exceedingly; life teemed upon the soil and in the waters in the Second Spring of Arda, and the Eldar increased, and beneath the new Sun

“Now, love, is that really necessary?” Lord Celeborn said as he jumped backwards, into the light. “I came all this way – walking from Alquolande, because your grandfather refused to let me borrow a horse – and you greet me with a sword.” Galadriel dropped the knife she was holding, and raised her arms like she was going to throw them around him, before letting them fall back to her sides. “It technically wasn’t a sword.” “It wasn’t? Very well, I came all this way, only for you to greet me with a knife,” he teased, the corner of his mouth curling upwards. &#

“You realize I am going to show this to your wife as soon as we get to Valinor, right?” Thranduil smirked as he looked at Celeborn. “I’m sure she will be vastly amused at it.” Maglor groaned. “Or you could not show her, and spare me eternal torment and possible death.” “My wife is not going to kill either of us,” Celeborn said. Thranduil stared. “It’s a picture of you, in a dress, at Woodstock, draped all over Maglor. Why do you think your wife would be fine with this?” Celeborn shrugged. “It wouldn’t be the first time she saw me in a dress, nor hugging on

III. Some Folk We Never Forget   The prosperous city nestled cozily within easy travel of the mountain. After being obliterated, the city of Dale flourished, having been restored after long abandon. It hadn't taken long for Bard to rebuild it; the gold Dain had given had proved more than enough, even with rewarding his allies and helping to repair Lake-town, Bard hadn't been short of gold.   People filled its streets with talk and laughter, children once more running about in play. To the north stood the Lonely Mountain, water spilling gracefully down from the front entrance where the re-erected front gate stood open. Trade passed freely be

Where will you go, Oh my king, That I will not follow? /Feel the time creeping...The madness is seeping.../ What tempest may rise, To trial my faith, And might hold me back, /Beware the golden greed... Overwhelming every need.../ But where you go, Oh my king, I will follow. /Petty king... Of whom no voice sings.../ To the mountain's heights, Where skies are wide, I will come if you will lead. /It awaits in the end... Where death will take your hand.../ Or to the edge of the sea, And beyond, If that's where you call. /Insanity is waiting... Now will you listen?.../ Through peril and haven, In life and death, May I always follow you, Oh yo

.I. It'll Be All Right Touching his forehead to his brother's, Fili bit his lip as pain assailed him. Kili gripped his arm, holding on tightly, his face pale under the grime of blood and dirt. "We did it?" Kili asked hoarsely, a hopeful smile tugging at his lips. "Yes, we did it," Fili answered raggedly. "Thorin is all right. Far overhead an eagle screamed, prompting the memory of when they had flown on eagles to rise to his mind; and for a spell it was enough to drown out the sound of battle around them, stirring the dead embers of hope to life in Fili's heart. But that had been in another part of their tale; the eagles weren't there, they w

.II. These Things Shall Never Die   Sounds of battle rose from the plains below, awaking his blood, making his pulse pound as his heart beat a staccato tempo of war. Securing the last of his armor, Thorin stood proudly at the head of his assembled dwarves. Though they were only twelve, fear was not in their countenances. Looking to their leader, their eyes were steady, their hearts certain; they would follow him, even to the death if need be.   In the flickering torchlight their armor gleamed, and Thorin couldn't have wished for a braver lot then these who had stood at his side through many adventures. The words he had spoken to Balin (on t

"Why have you made us?" they asked, looking at their Creator with a mix of love and fear. "I wanted to create something of my own, something into which I had put my own thought, so that I could see it live and love it," said He. “And therefore I needed something that would guard it in my absence, so I created you, yet even you are the offsprings of my though." They all had gathered around Him, around Eru. Closest to Him on his right side sat Melkor and on His left side sat Manwë, brothers, both dear to Him, (though one maybe a bit more so). Brothers, but so very different. Melkor was more talented, more inquisitive, whereas Manw