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(Warning for mild slash)
I met you as a child with plaited hair,
And wildness that I soon grew to adore.
Your ringing laughter echoed through the air
In joyous days when we did not know war.
Just when we felt our future was assured,
I lost you when our haven turned to black.
Through fire, ice, and shackles love endured-
You cut me out of hell and brought me back.
Since broken on the battlefield you lie,
What of my soul remains is now consumed
By guilt, for though I left you there to die,
My heart with yours will ever be entombed.
Without you, dearest cousin, lover, friend,
I may live on, but I will never mend.
I met you as a child with plaited hair,
And wildness that I soon grew to adore.
Your ringing laughter echoed through the air
In joyous days when we did not know war.
Just when we felt our future was assured,
I lost you when our haven turned to black.
Through fire, ice, and shackles love endured-
You cut me out of hell and brought me back.
Since broken on the battlefield you lie,
What of my soul remains is now consumed
By guilt, for though I left you there to die,
My heart with yours will ever be entombed.
Without you, dearest cousin, lover, friend,
I may live on, but I will never mend.
Literature
Maedhros: Son of Fire
He was the fire
Devouring flame
Wine until bottom
And pain of fame
He was my father
His anger like flood
We sealed our Oath
In fire and blood
The flame extinguished
By Oath we're still bound
Through tears and pain
No rest to be found
The blood on my hands
And my hand in chains
What was it for
When nothing remains?
The Light we sought, burns
So close, yet so far
We are not worthy
To touch a star
Burning flame, take me
And clean the stain
Take the cursed Jewel
And end my pain!
In fire it started
In fire it ends
Just like my father
The fire in my veins
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Royal Houses of Gondolin
Name House of the King
Function Bodyguard of the King's family
Traits Wear red, white and gold
Leader Turgon the Wise
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The Mirror Cracked
'A blazing wave devours white shore,'
The poets muse on Feanor,
While they should wish him nothing more
Than swiftly falling ash.
In reckless words we forged our fate,
In white-hot script for cracking slate,
Each syllable the world's weight -
But gladly were we crushed.
I saw blood in the soft sea wrack;
Each sea-elf dead a mirror's crack
In our own faces staring back
From all the noble slain.
In Dior's blessed and empty face
I searched for us but found no trace.
The mirror shattered. Only grace
We bear no more stared back.
The waves closed over Elwing's head,
Dissolved the Light that silver bled
Into a face that held no dread;
So differe
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Yep, I wrote a slashy sonnet. (Actually I'm not the first person to do that for this couple, though I'd have to go find the other one. XD) I actually ended up quite liking this...now I want to do a response one back from Fingon.
For B2MeM, though I started this a while back and then got stuck. XD Prompts- "Grief," "Childhood Sweethearts," and "Unconditional Love."
I love sonnets.
As I told Resto earlier, I feel like they're a perfect little poetry package. (And sorry to Eol if my 14 lines of rhyming iambic pentameter have irreparably traumatized you. 
14, not 12...I'm a moron. XD) I will not go on a rant about why I love sonnets, but I will point out that they are a form, and are in no way related to language. It always amuses me when people have to write a sonnet and assume they have to attempt to sound like Shakespeare, and use "thee" and "thou" and flip their sentence structures around all over the place. XD I feel like it's a very honest form, and the iambic pentameter is actually very conducive to naturalistic, fairly modern speech.
...Ok, I'm done being a formalized poetry nerd. XD
No flames, please. If you are adamantly against non-explicit mentions of slash (oh noes), don't read it.
Maedhros, Fingon, The Silmarillion (c) Tolkien
Writing (c) Me
For B2MeM, though I started this a while back and then got stuck. XD Prompts- "Grief," "Childhood Sweethearts," and "Unconditional Love."
I love sonnets.
As I told Resto earlier, I feel like they're a perfect little poetry package. (And sorry to Eol if my 14 lines of rhyming iambic pentameter have irreparably traumatized you. 14, not 12...I'm a moron. XD) I will not go on a rant about why I love sonnets, but I will point out that they are a form, and are in no way related to language. It always amuses me when people have to write a sonnet and assume they have to attempt to sound like Shakespeare, and use "thee" and "thou" and flip their sentence structures around all over the place. XD I feel like it's a very honest form, and the iambic pentameter is actually very conducive to naturalistic, fairly modern speech....Ok, I'm done being a formalized poetry nerd. XD
No flames, please. If you are adamantly against non-explicit mentions of slash (oh noes), don't read it.
Maedhros, Fingon, The Silmarillion (c) Tolkien
Writing (c) Me
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OMG, It's so... I have no words, just tears in my eyes. Thank you.