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Elvish Part TwoBear: Osro
Naught: Belaumú (can also be used for "none")
Elvish: Part ThreeIce: Measë
Bole: Nein (of tree)
Elvish: Part OneMonths~
January: FehílaeK'Measau (month of snow)
February: FehílaeK'Measo (month of frost)
March: FehílaeK'Maelö (month of wind)
April: FehílaeK'Heinan (month of flowers)
May: FehílaeK'Fein (month of grass
June: FehílaeK'Anned (month of light)
July: FehílaeK'Daë (month of sun)
August: FehílaeK'Yolhínan (month of harvests)
September: FehílaeK'Húmedan (month of feasts)
October: FehílaeK'Bainan (month of leaves)
November: FehílaeK'Jí (month of rain)
December: FehílaeK'Denna (month of darkness)
Spring: Aurahau (Light season)
Summer: Daëhau (Sun season)
Autumn: Caehau (Bright season)
Winter: Dhau (White season)
For "-ed" (e.g. lived) add "l"
For plural add "an"
For "-er" (e.g. stronger) add "d"
A: Ne (as in "a person")
Or: Sil (Nor: Sila)
Elvish: Part FiveLake: Ejolú
Rein: Teol (horse’s rein)
Sunrise: SepíaK’Daë (literally the beginning of the sun)
Sunset: FíjK’Daë (literally the end of the sun)
House: Ciprau (building)
House: Cipreo (family)
Mighty: Fanän (person)
Standard: Usíco (as in a flag)
Patronus Contest EntryThe waters of the Great Lake were still as a mill pond, the evening sky reflected on its glassy surface. A solitary figure sat staring disparately at the shore of the lake lost in her thoughts.
Emma, along with the rest of the Sixth Year Hufflepuffs, had spent the afternoon practising the Patronus Charm in Defence Against the Dark Arts, but Emma was the only one in her class who had not managed to summon a corporeal Patronus. The Sixth Years had been studying Patronuses now for over a month; first researching the theory of the spell, then practising the incantation before finally attempting to produce a Patronus. Emma was particularly gifted at Charms, she had already mastered all of the Sixth Year charms and even some of the Seventh Year spells, and she was one of the first in her class to produce a non-corporeal Patronus to the great surprise and delight of Professor Slughorn. She therefore had expected to discover what form her Patronus would take very soon after, but it had been al
S h a t t e r e d.What is she supposed to do
when the whole world is against her?
Everything she touches shatters
into a million tiny shards,
until it resembles the pathetic pieces of her broken heart
and withers away to nothing.
She'll watch the dust float away on the merciful wind,
until it is just an image
forever etched into her mind.
She'll be satisfied in knowing that it, at least,
will finally be safe from this hell on Earth.
Fir MelethWhen Aragorn awoke to the sound of Legolas' soft voice murmuring in his mother tongue, he knew immediately that the elf was distressed. A lifetime of living with elves had made him accustomed to hearing the different tones in their voices when they spoke, enabling him to pinpoint the emotion perfectly. Legolas was no exception to this rule in fact, he believed he knew Legolas better than any other. Forcing himself to awaken further, he turned, eyes adjusting to the dim light in the room, until he found the slender figure of the elf standing out on the balcony. Aragorn now registered the slight chill in the air that swept in through the open balcony doors, and he sat up, the soft sheets falling around his hips as he gazed at Legolas' form beneath the moonlight. The elf seemed unaware, as he continued speaking in his soft, musical voice. Aragorn strained to hear the exact words, spoken in the beautiful language of the elves, until finally they took shape and he realised what Legol
Poison or deliciousYour a type of poison as sweet as they come
Like a Cyanide sip
or a arsenic apple
Are you my Sweet foe?
Or my deadly lover?
When you call my name..
Do you want me to know your there
Or do you want to see me hurt?
Or the night you beckoned me closer and said to me...
you loved me
But when I tried to say it back you shoved me.
A flower had bloomed inside me...
And you had spilled your acid on it
But I shut my mouth
But when we opened them again in the..
Locked rooms or
Your skin on mine,
You kissed my throat
And I wondered
If you would be like the snake you had been labeled And
spit your poison on my open heart
coil your self around it, as I wear it on my sleeve
and protect it from all those deadly bits.....
Natha Daged Dhaer _ Ch2Chapter 2: The Road To The Forests
~[ ]~ - indicated the translation of the Elvish words into English.
Long did the company travel that day, making their trek nearly to the foot of the Misty Mountains. On and on they ran, like they had before when their friends Merry and Pippin had been in grave danger. Back then, they had been forced to stop for darkness or to track the footsteps of the Orcs. Now, nothing save for the harsh terrain could slow them down. By nightfall, they set up camp at the foot of the mountains.
"It will be a long journey tomorrow, Gimli." Legolas said as he sat down next to the Dwarf, "We must all have our rest, but I am not yet tired so I shall take the first watch."
Aragorn looked across the fire to his friend, "What troubles you so, Legola
The Drinking Game
The Drinking Game
The war had been won, at least for now. Helm's Deep had been emptied shortly after the battle and some of the host had gone north toward Isengard.
Legolas had been among them, though they stayed for a very short while. As luck would have it, they found Merry and Pippin sitting happily upon the ruined gates of that dark tower, enjoying the spoils of war. After much discussion with, not only Saruman but an Ent as well, they soon journeyed back toward Edoras. It took a few days to reach that land, though the mood was light hearted the entire journey.
Now, they had returned, and a grand feast was being prepared to honor the victors of battle. And, no matter how hard he tried, Legolas could not get Aragorn to excuse him from attending.
"Aragorn, you know I do not wish to be wi
Natha Daged Dhaer _ Ch1Chapter 1: The Last Homely House, Rivendell </i>
~[ ]~ - indicated the translation of the Elvish words into English.
The journey of the three companions was a long and dangerous road. Orcs still patrolled the Northern Lands, much as they always did. However, with the rising of the Dark Lord Sauron and the wizard Saruman's armies, the Orcs of the North had begun to stir and cause great trouble and suffering for the Elves of the forest of Mirkwood.
The Elf Lord of Mirkwood, Legolas' father, had sent word to Elrond of Rivendell in hope of reinforcements to fight the uprising of Orcs in their lands. When the companions arrived once more in the last homely house, they were troubled at the news.
"It has become clear to me now that the threat of darkness was not entirel
ElladanElrohir - TROUBLEElrohir lay on his side on the soft bed, facing the wall, blankets pulled up to his chest as he thought about what would happen. Worries and doubts haunted him, but he knew it was late to turn back. His heart was torn between what would be the others' reactions and the forbidden feelings he held for the person who lay beside him.
His ears heard a change in the other's breathing, signaling he was now awake. Even so, he didn't turn, and for some minutes all was silent. Then, warm arms wrapped around the younger, a kiss being planted on his neck as his mirror image pulled them together.
"What bothers you, brother?" Asked Elladan, concerned for how the other was unusually quiet. Also, through their connection he could feel something worried Elrohir, and he wanted to ask even if he did have a good idea of what it could be.
"Adar will notice when he looks at us, he will notice we bonded." The younger twin sighed softly, turning to face Elladan. He was afraid of what his father would th
Skyrim Profiler v.2It's time for all of Elder Scrolls fan community to get to know your character in Skyrim.
NOTE: Based on a rp with my friend mentioned in the description. She got me hooked on Skyrim and helped develop my character, Crysta. I needed to have her character involved in thanks for what she did. For the format of your own profile, scroll down.
Name: Crysta Dark Frost
Race: Half Nord, half Imperial, later werewolf.
Age: 19 years
Date of Birth: 4E 184, 10th of Second Seed
Path (Warrior, Mage, or Thief) : Thief
Family: Late mother, Freyir Dark Frost; late father, Remus Amal; cousin, Ulfric Stormcloak. Husband, Vilkas. Has children much later. Friends, Etrand and Balimund are considered as part of her family.
Faction(s): Stormcloaks, Companions, The Circle, Dark Brotherhood, Thieves' Guild.
Titles (Like Faction titles, alter ego, even name Dovahkin) : Nightingale, Agent of Dibella, Bard, Shadow Warrior, A
Elvish: Part FourCave: Dën
O: Ai (as in o! woe is me)
Go: Shemor (as in your turn)
Bark: Mein (as in bark of a tree)
League: Jaenú (as in measurement of distance)
No one: Belero
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