Aug 13, 2017

(A Homeric retelling of The Fall of the Noldor) Sing, O Nienna, of the wrath of Finwe’s son Feanor, the deadly wrath that brought upon the Noldor countless woes and sent many fair princes of the Eldalie down to the Halls of Mandos from that day when first far-seeing Manwe and mighty Feanor parted in strife. Which one of the Powers, then, set them to angry...

Morning arrived in the town of Riverwatch as the new sun sent shafts of light gleaming over Middle-Earth’s horizon. One of those shafts made it’s way through the window of the town’s fortress alighting the face of it’s newly ‘appointed’ Lord Protector. Rufius stirred grumpily and shifted his slumped over form to cut off the...

“Who SENT YOU?” Mericc roared. His hands shook, causing beads of sweat to pour down the assassin’s face who looked perilously at the sword at his throat. “RUFIUS!!” The man on the ground screamed. “It was Rufius.” “You LIE!” Mericc responded hotly. His anger welled up again, threatening to bubble over. He...

Rufius watched as the last of the towns garrison rode out the east gate. When they had gone, the aging veteran looked to the task of taking care of the Lord Protector’s body. The crowd stood around Merigal in silent vigil, the shock of the great hero’s death almost too much to bear. Silent tears spilled down unbelieving faces, each hoping beyond...

“It isn’t fair,” Mericc proclaimed sulkily as Rufius’s sword passed over his head. He parried the next blow then tried to thrust inside, a move that the more experienced warrior easily countered. The training barracks echoed with the sound of their blunted weapons clanking off of each other in rhythmic repetition, sweat pouring down...

Mericc watched in dismay as his father left the room. “I’m coming as well,” He said, grabbing his dagger and running to catch up. But his father whirled on his heels fiercely and stopped him short with a glance. “NO! Mericc. You stay here,” Merigal exclaimed. Mericc felt a rising tide of panic and frustration well up. To not take...

First came the town, built around the fort of Riverwatch that defended a bend of the River Running. Then came the tyrant, Vasper Morianart scourge amongst men with his son Endhorg behind. Afterwards came the sword, wielded by Merigal Quickblade who toppled both tyrant and son. And last of all came jubilation, echoing through the streets after Merigal returned...

Diary of a Wood Elf: The Second Age ———————————– Yen One This entry sponsored by Greenwood Brown Mead. Motto: ‘If you can remember your first glass of Greenwood Brown Mead, you are NOT drinking Greenwood Brown Mead.’ And boy do I need a drink these days. Apparently while I was...

In the city of Minas Tirith there is much that is ancient and long standing. And amongst the most ancient and noble of these, is found in the residence of the Oathblade family. There even the door mice could trace their lineage back many generations to the first mice that nibbled on the cities grain stores. Even the most minor piece of furniture had a long...

Story by Doviel In honor of Meluil’s forthcoming begetting day celebrations, Doviel escorted her cousin through the dangerous territories between the west and Lothlórien. It had been a long time since her cousin had been home, and it was a special occasion. Not only was it a begetting day festivity but envoys from Greenwood the Great had crossed the Anduin and...

The Teller of Tales finished up his latest tale and with a small movement of his hand, brought a new tale-teller up to the stage. The audience waited in anticipation for what story she would tell. Story by Rordriel “Uncle! Uncle!” “What is it now, Kili?” “I have something for you.” Thorin held back an impatient sigh and...

Story by: Doviel Doviel had heard somewhat of Aniwen, the warrior at her side. She knew tales of her father’s great deeds, as the melethril of Mericc’s former companion, she felt that she already knew the girl from her heritage. Aqualondo had shared many stories of the man but not so much of the child. Or woman, as the girl was grown now, as humans count years,...

 Story by The Nimrodellian Tale-Spinner As the Teller of Tales finished up his story, a bird flew in through the window, startling those inside. But the Tale-spinner only laughed. “One must forgive our feathered friend, for like the elves, those who spend their time gazing at the stars, are wont to dream and lose focus.” “Tell us another story...

Story reposted by: The Nimrodellian Tale-Spinner High up in the rugged northern heights of Evendim, between the cascading falls of the Even-rills and the frozen wastes of Forochel, there is a glade. In this hidden place the grass was of the brightest green, the water pure and crystal clear, and no stain marred even the smallest pebble. For ages uncounted it had...

Concept by: Nimrodellian, Doviel, The Lord and Lady of Aerwinion, and Animal House ABC’s by: Nimrodellian The members of the Cottage all clapped in amusement as Doviel finished up her tale. “A wonderful story”, one of them laughed. “One wonders what else our horse-friends think when we are not around.” “I would not wish to...

    Tale by Doviel ‘Although the tales of ancient Elves are wonderful things, and one cannot help but be enthralled by each glimmering glimpse of the world as it was long ago, with its sky of ever-shining stars, I would tell a tale I was told, which was from not quite so long ago.’ ‘Nimrodelian, as he is known hither and yon, is older than he looks,’...

On an unknown piece of land, nestled far away from the rumors of war and strife, there is a cottage. There, where peace and tranquility are the norm instead of the exception, a group of storytellers gather from time to time to share their latest tales, songs and adventures. In fact, if one were to open the door and come in, being mindful of unnecessary noise...

Briana aproached the exhausted warrior, preparing to deliver a fatal blow that would end his life and his usefullness to her. Mericc struggled to rise but Brianna smiled wickedly, spoke a few words and the now familiar pain pierced him at the back of the neck, sending him reeling. The Ice Witch walked confidently, slowly, relishing every moment of this, her...

A few hundred yards away, an ice grim whirled and twisted its way through the snow and rocks and crevasses of the mountainside, making its way towards its master’s cave. The grim was famished, its hunt across the wastes of the mountains had not proven successful but maybe its Mistress would help. Perhaps she would let it dine a little on the morsel that...