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× More from Burning-Nightingale Sindarin and Quenya Naming ElementsName Elementsaelin  'lake, pool'aglar  'glory, brilliance' (Quen.alkar)aina 'holy'alda  'tree' (Sind. galadh)alqua  'swan' (Sind. alph)anna  'gift'ar(a)  'high, noble, royal'aráto  'champion, eminent man'aran  'king'beleg  'mighty'brethil  'silver birch'caran  'red' (Quen. carnë)celeb  'silver'cú  'bow'cul  'golden-red'curu  'skill'ëar  'sea' (Sind. gaer)edhel  'elf'el, elen  'star'elda, elena  Premonition"I worry greatly for you, my child."I turned from the view of the roaring, thundering river to look at my father. He stood in the doorway, half in shadow. He wore the comfortable, simple attire he always had when spending a day inside, engaged in comfortable pursuits such as reading and painting. Away from the eyes of the people, away from the responsibilities he bore. His hair, unbound and flowing down his back, caught the light and shone, more silver than gold, as he moved forward toward me.I turned back to the window. "Why, adar? Have I displeased you in some way?"He came to stand next to me, and gently took my hands in his. "You have not been eating, child," he said quietly, "and I know you have not been sleeping. You wander the halls, listless and lonely. Your friends have not seen you in weeks." He paused. "What is it that has made you so?" he asked, his voice quieter.My shoulders stiffened slightly. He spoke the truth, but I did not want to discuss this truth with anyone, an
GratitudeSoft dawn light peeked through from behind the floating white drapes hanging at each window, bringing with it much needed fresh air and the soft sighs of the sea. Nelda crept down the ward as silently as she could, lugging an enormous pile of sheets with her. The patients were all asleep, most of them resting peacefully; this was a ward for those who were almost healed, so there weren't any groans or gasps coming from the rows of beds. The stone floor was still cool against Nelda's bare feet as she flitted past the sleeping men to the door at the end of the room, which she let herself through silently. Out in the corridor, the first of the hospital staff were starting to bustle, hoping to complete arduous jobs in the cool of dawn, before the energy sapping midday heat. Nelda scurried along the hallway to a door, which she opened whilst calling, "I have the sheets!"Looking up from the tub she was filling, Everild smiled. "Thank you so much, Nelda," she gushed, running up to take the hu
As Only A Daughter CanHavens of Sirion, Year 515 of the Years of the SunThe longest book starts with the first word, and that is always the hardest to write; or so my mother told me. Lord Círdan suggested I commit my memories of my father to paper, so that they might outlive those who remember him. I cannot now bring myself to recount the terrible events that plagued us for so much of my life, so I may add them at a later time, I think. But for now, I shall commit to this parchment my favourite memory of my father; his smile.It was a frequent occurrence in my childhood, or for the first years at least. He and I would play in the gardens, and he would take me places with him, a curious child who could not see enough of the world. He and my mother would often tell me stories; mother's favourites were the ancient legends of the past, from back before the elves had crossed the sea, and father's favourites were tales of the things that lay beyond my small childhood experience, in the far reaches of
UnexpectedI'm not much of a one for dancing. Whilst others delight in escapades on the dance floor, I would much rather stay here, in the comfort of the cushions we recline upon, engaged in conversation with the other scholars. Around me I have gathered a group of friends, all of us of similar temperament and interest. Around me they sit now, smiling and talking animatedly, and for once I find myself simply listening, enjoying the moment.Then I feel a soft tap upon my shoulder. Looking up, I see the smiling face of my one different friend. Loud and effortlessly charming, the warrior and I are complete opposites. And yet we are friends, the best of friends. Still, I wonder what he is doing here. Usually he would be swinging some partner round the dance floor, delighting them with his prowess and skill. "Are you alright?" I ask, thinking that something more sinister than desire to see a friend has brought him to my side.His grin inexplicably widens. "Worried for my safety now?" he asks roguishly
No Skill In The Kitchen?The book was a thick tome, heavy with musty smelling pages and bound with strong leather wrapped covers. The content, hailed by the men who had presented it to the Lord of Imladris as 'insights from the mind of a true genius!' was actually turning out to be just as musty as its pages."We see things that lack intelligence, such as natural bodies, act for an end, and this is evident from their acting always, or nearly always, in the same way, so as to obtain the best result. Hence it is plain that not fortuitously, but designedly, do they achieve their end. Now whatever lacks intelligence cannot move towards an end, unless it be directed by some being endowed with knowledge and intelligence; as the arrow is shot to its mark by the archer
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2.033: Too MuchElrond had not moved since Galadriel and Mithrandir had left the Hall of Fire to try their hands at healing Celebrían, and Glorfindel was worried. Elrond wasn't even blinking.Elrond was keeping his mind carefully blank, refusing to think about what would happen if they failed as he had done, even though he instinctively knew what would happen when they did. He also knew that it was a case of 'when' and not 'if' - he had known it even before he suggested sending for them. But he could not think about what it meant. Not yet. If he did, he would lose all of his carefully constructed control, and probably his mind.So not yet.But soon, because he could hear their footsteps on the stairs now.Elrond did not move even when his mother-in-law and the wizard re-entered the room. He had his back to them so he could not see their defeated expressions, but Glorfindel could and his heart broke. The blond elf flicked his gaze up to Elrond's face, which was still very blank. After a second the Lorien by Dreams-of-Arda
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Tyler-Smith. Chapter OneJennyIt seemed like the right name to give her, he thought as he sat on the edge of the bed, one arm wrapped securely around Rose's shoulder the other one - or at least a finger of his other arm - was encased in the firm grip of his new two hour old daughter. The brown eyes were definately Rose's, there was no mistaking them, but the hair? Well that was his, no doubt about it. Already it seemed to stick up, untamable, like his. When asked the name they wanted her to have, it was Rose that spoke up. He instantly thought it was going to be something like Isabella or Ellie, something 'cute'. So he'd been pleasantly surprised when she'd said Jenny. He'd told her about Jenny. He'd told her everything. Ever since Donna had first entered the TARDIS. And she'd told him what had happened to her ever since they'd first stood on Dalig Ulv Stranden, all the way back from Norway, all they did was talk. And it felt like old times, the times when they'd simply sat in the TARDIS, and ta
NightmaresThe Doctor watched Rose as she slept. She had been suffering from nightmares ever since they'd landed on that impossible planet and heard the Devil speaking to them. She wasn't her usual chipper self when she woke up anymore, instead tired from many sleepless nights. All he could do was sit with her as she fell asleep and calm her when she thrashed and woke in a cold sweat.This was the first time she had slept through most of the night. Her arm was dangling over the edge of the bed, so he took her hand gently, rubbing his thumb across her knuckles. She whimpered and snuggled into the blankets more. Her hand slipped out of his and hung on by their interlocking fingers. He wanted to do more. He wanted to banish all the monsters and make her laugh again, see his Rose happy once more, but he didn't know what else to do.Suddenly she let go of his hand and curled into a fetal position, moaning. The Doctor bent over her. He brushed her hair out of her face. "It's only
Tyler-Smith. Chapter Three"Well, it may come as a surprise but you're actually expecting twins," said Carol, the black haired nurse doing the ultra-scan on Rose's swollen belly.The Doctor laughed, "Twins? You serious?""Hundred percent. You see here?" She pointed to a small sepia blob on the screen. "That's one head, and if you look closely, "She pointed to another shape, "That's the top of the head of the other one,""Can you tell what sex they are yet?""This one here, definately a boy, one behind, most seventy : thirty it's a girl,""A girl and a boy. Best of both worlds. Maybe Jenny will feel better if she has a younger sister she can play dolls with,""How old's Jenny?""She's four. Not entirely happy with the fact that she's going to have to share her room,""I'm sure she'll get over it. They usually do after a week or so.""I hope so. She's going to be unbearable if she doesn't. Too much like him, hyper. A lot of the time,"Carol laughed, " I'll just print this off and we'll get you cleaned up," & View More
Tyler-Smith. Chapter Five"Now, you have to behave, okay? No running round like your Dad when he's had to much coffee. You got me?""Yes Mum," moaned Jenny, struggling to get out of her mother's grasp."Now, I won't be here when you come out, but your Dad will, he'll be picking you up, won't you?" Rose turned to the Doctor, who was looking around the playground in amusement. "Won't you Doctor?""Hmm? What? Oh yeah, half three on the dot,""And if he's not there?" She turned her attention back to Jenny."Then I will wait in the playground until he turns up," Jenny sighed, "Mum, we've been over this a million katrillion times,""I was just making sure you remembered. Now come on, we'll go find your classroom,"Jenny skipped ahead, her school bag bumping on her back. "I can't believe it's her first day of school..." said the Doctor, watching her with a wistful smile."Me neither. She will be okay won't she?" Rose said, as they followed her across the tarmac."Rose, with your head-strongness and my intellect -""An
Tyler-Smith. Chapter Four "You know, you might as well marry her," said Jackie, coming into the living room with a cup of coffee."Excuse me?" The Doctor's foot slipped from the coffee table." You've got kids, why don't you just bit the bullet and ask her?""Jackie, I'm really not that type of person,""Think about the kids,""What about the kids?""What about them?""Don't you think it's a bit unfair for their parents to not be married?""What's the difference?" Jackie opened her mouth to speak but the Doctor stopped her, " I love her Jackie, you know I do. Whether I marry her or not. Does it really matter if we say 'I do'? Cos I don't think it does, Rose knows I don't do the whole 'domestic' thing okay? We're happy together""You don't do the whole domestic thing? I call having kids domestic you know,""That's not what I mea-," He wiped his hand over his face, "Oh just forget it,"He stood up dropping the book he'd been reading on the sofa. "I'm making tea. You can stay or you can go. But I need The Fundamental ThingsSet in the SwitchVerse.The Doctor looked up from his plate, meeting Rose's gaze as he bit into his toast. Mouth full and jam smeared across his cheek, he watched with amusement as she laughed. "What?""Don't speak with your mouth full." She reached across the table to wipe the jam off his cheek.He licked his lips. "Well? You're staring. Toast is getting cold." He picked up her slice and held it up for her to take a bite.She took the toast from him and finished her mouthful, dropping it onto her plate as she smiled at him. "Thank you."He shook his head a little, continuing to beam at her. "What for?" He ran his thumb along her nose and across her cheek. "I was just trying to make you smile, needed to bring you back to me. You looked like you were miles away.""I'm just happy." She reached over and took his hand in hers. "And I meant thank you for choosing this." She squeezed his hand. "Thank you for being with me.""R Browse More Like This
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BathingIn the quiet forests of Doriath, the sunlight was falling dappled through the leaves high above. The birds were singing, the branches were rustling, small animals were hopping happily through the undergrowth. A slight breeze whispered through the trees, and a small brook murmured nearby. All in all, perfect day in the forest.Galadriel, however, was unable to enjoy it."I feel disgusting," she complained, pulling sharply on her reins to steer her horse around a small bush. "Do you people never wash?"Her Sindar guides looked offended, but were unsure how to respond. She was a high lady of the Noldor, after all. As usual when in need of guidance, they turned to their lord.Celeborn sighed quietly and gave Galadriel a mild smile. "We will be in Menegroth very soon, my lady. Be assured that King Thingol's halls have very beautiful baths."A frown marred the loveliness of Galadriel's face. "We will be in Menegroth in two days. I feel disgusting now." She huffed out a breath and pulled her × Bathing by Burning-Nightingale,
Literature / Prose / Fiction / Humor / Short Stories In the quiet forests of Doriath, the sunlight was falling dappled through the leaves high above. The birds were singing, the branches were rustling, small animals were hopping happily through the undergrowth. A slight breeze whispered through the trees, and a small brook murmured nearby. All in all, perfect day in the forest.Galadriel, however, was unable to enjoy it."I feel disgusting," she complained, pulling sharply on her reins to steer her horse around a small bush. "Do you people never wash?"Her Sindar guides looked offended, but were unsure how to respond. She was a high lady of the Noldor, after all. As usual when in need of guidance, they turned to their lord. Celeborn sighed quietly and gave Galadriel a mild smile. "We will be in Menegroth very soon, my lady. Be assured that King Thingol's halls have very beautiful baths."A frown marred the loveliness of Galadriel's face. "We will be in Menegroth in two days. I feel disgusting now." She huffed out a breath and pulled her horse to a smart stop. "Surely there is somewhere I can at least perform minor ablutions near here?" she asked, turning in her saddle and frowning at Celeborn as he drew to a halt beside her. Celeborn looked to their guides. "Is there a river or stream nearby?" he asked.One of them nodded. "The brook we can hear widens to a small river quite suddenly a little further down this trail, my lord," he said demurely. "If the lady wishes, she can bathe there."Galadriel looked mildly horrified. "Bathing in a stream?" she hissed, her eyes narrowing.Their guides shifted uncomfortably. Celeborn indicated that they should take the lead, and spurred his horse to a gentle walk behind them. "Surely you have had to do such things before?" he asked as she drew level with him again. "There were no bathing halls when you arrived from the Grinding Ice, I imagine?"Galadriel sniffed. "Indeed. But I had my smith make a bath tub, which my ladies would fill with heated water in my tent."Celeborn allowed himself a private smile. That is so like her. "Did you allow your brothers use of this amazing innovation?" he asked, amused. Galadriel laughed suddenly, and then looked quite surprised that she had done so. "Of course not!" she exclaimed. "They could most certainly take themselves to the river. If I'd let even one of them use it, my maid would have been scrubbing the dirt out for weeks! Besides, Finrod alone would have insisted on sitting in there for hours upon hours, to make no mention of the rest of them."Celeborn laughed softly. "Indeed. You are most justified in your actions."Galadriel gave him a look that was faintly suspicious, and would have spoken had a guide not called, "My lady, the river is good for bathing here!" from up ahead. She spurred her horse into a trot and soon came to the riverbank, where she gracefully dismounted and looked disdainfully upon the river. Celeborn joined her. "Will this be suitable?"She sighed heavily. "In the circumstances, I suppose."Celeborn nodded. "Take the horses a small way through the trees," he said to the guides, "Make a fire to cook some game. We may as well stop here for the evening, if the camping looks suitable to you." The guides nodded and disappeared through the trees.Galadriel gave him another suspicious look. "And what are you intending to do yourself, Lord Celeborn?" she asked.He shrugged. "I thought I would also take the opportunity to rid myself of the dirt of the road."Galadriel pointed imperiously towards a bend in the river, hidden from their current position by a growth of brambles. "Well, bathe over there then," she commanded, "I am not going to bathe in the presence of an ellon, no matter how honourable he may be."Celeborn stifled a laugh and bowed. "As you wish, my lady." He disappeared around the patch of brambles. Sighing again, Galadriel removed her cloak and spread it on the ground, leaving her boots next to it. Checking once again that no one was within sight, she removed her leggings, tunic and shirt, and laid them on her spread cloak before stepping speedily into the river. She let out a harsh gasp at the iciness of the water, cursing under her breath. "Is everything alright, my lady?" Celeborn's voice drifted to her from around the bend. She swore she could detect a hint of stifled laughter in his tone, so she simply made a non-committal noise and tried to adjust to the freezing temperature. It didn't appear to be getting any warmer, and now her toes were definitely numb. She washed herself at an alarmingly fast rate, gasping and panting from the cold, then skittered out as fast as her now jellied legs would carry her. Once on the grass she collapsed to her knees, and then realized she didn't have anything in the way of a towel. "Damn it," she muttered. What an oversight! She hugged herself, feeling her teeth begin to chatter. "C-c-celeborn?" she stuttered, "D-do you h-have s-s-some kind of towel?"There was a silence. "I have a spare cloak," he said brightly after a pause, "Will that do?" "Y-yes."A piece of thick cloth came flying over the brambles. She snatched it up hastily and wrapped it around herself. Not a moment too soon, it turned out, as Celeborn himself appeared shortly afterward, fully dressed and looking refreshed. "The river is chilly this time of year, is it not?" he smiled.Galadriel brought the full force of her formidable glare to bear on him. "Celeborn. I am not yet fully dressed."He looked surprised. "Oh."He didn't move.Galadriel made an impatient movement at him with her hand, catching the cloak sharply just before it fell open. "Leave. Go see to the horses or some such. Go!"Celeborn bit his lip to contain a snort of laughter. Somehow the gracious lady of the Noldor reminded him of an angry chicken, hopping from foot to foot and waving her hand at him, the cloak flapping loosely around her lower thighs and a very angry expression on her face. "As you wish," was all he could choke out, before moving swiftly in the direction of the camp, muffling rather un-lordly giggles with the palm of his hand.Galadriel turned back to the river and huffed as she rubbed the cloak over her shoulders. "Honestly. Males." Bathingby Burning-NightingaleLiterature / Prose / Fiction / Humor / Short Stories©2011-2014 Burning-Nightingale
Introducing Galadriel the Angry Chicken Sorry for slight character assassination. Shall we say it's slightly parodied?
Given that Galadirel is, according to Tolkien, the best, most capable and most beautiful woman in all of Middle-Earth, I can't really blame Celeborn for wanting to catch a glimpse of her like this.
He can be a sneaky guy when he puts his mind to it, to be sure...
Hobbyist General Artist Pahaha, awesome! The OOC actually works really well I think, and Celeborn (he needs a short nickname..) is perfect! Cheeky and yet gentlemanly and regal at the same time. Reply Burning-Nightingale
Thank you! I was kind of worried about the OOC. Though I can almost, almost see Galadriel acting like that...And Celeborn is cool and he knows it Reply ThetaKoshei
Hobbyist General Artist Indeedy! 'Celeboring' is such an injustice!
Indeed! He needs more love!! Reply Gwenniel
Hobbyist Traditional Artist Galadriel's actually pretty in character. Reply Burning-Nightingale
LOL, you would know Reply avi17
OOC (lazy XD): Best courtship ever. XD Right there.