Chapter1. Míriel (in Fanfiction)
…increase to their numbers. Yet all was not as joyful as it should have been; for in the bearing of Fëanáro, Queen MÃriel became consumed in hröa and in fëa….
…increase to their numbers. Yet all was not as joyful as it should have been; for in the bearing of Fëanáro, Queen MÃriel became consumed in hröa and in fëa….
…He looked to Legolas and Gimli, but found no support there – both inexplicably avoided eye contact. Giving them a disgusted sigh, Aragorn relented. “You have first watch,” he shrugged….
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…asked. “What will happen to our lads who were pressed into service under Angmar?” “Some are dead,” said Aranarth. “Some will simply never return; but those that do, evidencing every…
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…break his insolent spirit; for so he deemed it when that thrall regarded not his torment. Physically, the years had ravaged the frame of this once sturdy man into an…
Feanir: Spirit of Fire By Lúthien Chapter 1 (Note: Skip poem if you want to. It’s just background info. All is explained later.) My soul cries, For you but you’re…
His spirit still dwells In the Halls of Mandos Lit still by the fire Within him, bright and full lit with passion and determination His hands yearn for tools of…