| ___________________________________________________________________________________________________ WRITING: ___________________________________________________________________________________________________ Disclaimer: The Lord of the Rings, The Silmarillion, The Hobbit, and all of the History of Middle-earth and the names, places, and characters therein belong solely to Professor Tolkien. I have made no profit from any of these works ___________________________________________________________________________________________________ Please send all reviews, comments, questions, and flames to [email protected], so that I may respectively thank you, consider you, answer you, or show you to my girlfriend and have a laugh. ___________________________________________________________________________________________________ ___________________________________________________________________________________________________ Title: If He Never Knows Himself Author: Maitimo Nelyafinwe Rating: PG Fandom: Original / Greek mythology Pairing: Narcissus/Narcissus Status: Completed Summary: If any of you are familiar with Speech and Debate competions, you'll know what an original performance is. This is a play written by me which had to fit in a 10 minute time-frame, use no props and no additional actors. This particular piece won first place at the Southern Indiana Regional meet and at the Indiana State Forensics competition after carrying me through a perfect season. In it, Narcissus, having accidentally drowned himself, stares mournfully into the river Styx...only to find that his lover is also dead! As for the performance of it, Narcissus walked like Haldir and talked like a cross between Eddie Izzard and Nathan Lane. Warning: None ___________________________________________________________________________________________________ Title: Leaving Imladris Author: Maitimo Nelyafinwe Rating: G Fandom: The Lord of the Rings Pairing: Aragorn/Arwen (implied) Status: Completed Summary: Aragorn, aged twenty years, looks back once more on the valley of Imladris. Warning: None ___________________________________________________________________________________________________ Title: Of Two Kings Author: Maitimo Nelyafinwe Rating: NC-17 Fandom: The Silmarillion Pairing: Fingon/Maedhros, Sauron/Maedhros Status: WIP Summary: Fingon makes a desperate attempt to heal the Noldor, and to heal a friendship which has been sundered by the ill-conceived oath of Feanor. More comes of his reunion with Maedhros than anyone expected. Warning: Slash, mpreg, violence. I. My Brother's Keeper II. The Breaking of Russandol III. Deliverance from Evil IV. Findekano's Oath V. Of Kings and Heirs ___________________________________________________________________________________________________ Title: Snowfall and Moonlight Author: Maitimo Nelyafinwe Rating: R Fandom: The Lord of the Rings Pairing: Faramir/Aragorn Status: Completed Summary: The fall of night during a harsh winter forces Aragorn and Faramir to take shelter in the deserted base of Henneth Annun. But cold weather makes the bonds of arcane desires brittle, and passions soon ensue. Warning: Slash ___________________________________________________________________________________________________ Title: To Be Alexander Author: Maitimo Nelyafinwe Rating: R Fandom: Original / Historical Fiction Pairing: Alexander the Great/Hephaestion Status: Completed Summary: During his first night in Babylon, Hephaestion learns what it means to be Alexander. Warning: Slash ___________________________________________________________________________________________________ ___________________________________________________________________________________________________ COMING SOON: "Against Expectation" He knew that he would recall her eyes forever after that terrible day. They were void of hope as she clutched the bright jewel to her breast and sent her final prayers to the Valar for her husband and her sons, and then she closed them, accepting her death even as she flung herself to meet it. Maitimo thought he saw her hang in the air for an impossible moment before she vanished through the air and into the wild sea. Then, Elwing had fallen to her sad doom, taking the fate of F�an�ro�s remaining son�s with her. The horror that had turned Maitimo to ice as he watched the fair woman take her own life was soon consumed by his fiery anger, the legacy of his father which lived in him. Maitimo charged back into the dying battle, enraged by the loss of the Silmaril he had been so close to gaining. Only a few fighters of Doriath�s once strong host remained, but they were both valiant and desperate, and it made them fell. Seeing Maitimo, they knew him for F�an�ro�s eldest and charged at him, but his blade met them ruthlessly. After committing such sins as black as his, Maitimo knew that mercy in battle was only folly. But he was still shaken and his strokes were wild, and, being outnumbered, he soon found himself born down under the onslaught. Crying aloud, he swung his blade carelessly at an attacking Elf. He meant to defend himself against the other�s blade, but swung too high. The blade fell and cut his thigh, but did little damage, for Elf�s bleeding right hand still clutched it. The Elf had fallen, his fair face stricken with pain and shock as he stared at the stump of his wrist. Blood from the wound stained Maitimo�s armour as he lay, trembling from his deed. The Elf�s companions had stalled as well, stunned by the gruesome sight before them, and Maitimo was able to gain his feet during the brief respite, but he found that many opponents were gathered about him, and he could not cut his way out of the throng. One dagger struck true and cut through the cloth that bound his truncated arm, slicing the tender flesh. Ambarto and Ambarusso had been fighting not far from their brother, and heard his terrible scream. They came to his aid, but even as they called to him to give him hope they turned their backs on their own foes, and they were felled by Doriath�s archers. Makalaur� saw this and attacked with ferocity that did not befit his gentle ways, cutting down Elf after Elf, alongside his brother, until all save those last two sons of F�an�ro had fallen. Maitimo and Makalaur� ran swiftly to the place where their youngest brother�s lay. Makalaur�, seeing that Ambarusso was not yet dead, drew forth his knife and set to work cutting out the arrows that had pierced him. Ambarusso wept silently at the pain of it and dug his fingernails into the dirt, but then Maitimo�s grief- stricken cry shattered the quiet. �Is this what it must cost to lose a Silmaril?� he raged, and threw down his blade in despair. �Ambarto is dead, then,� Ambarusso said calmly, and pain no longer shadowed his voice. �Let me be, brother,� he said to Makalaur�. �If it is the fate of F�an�ro�s sons to be lost to the Everlasting Darkness, then I would not let my brother endure it alone.� And so he died. Maitimo stumbled onward through the dark forest, his brother Makalaur� following close behind. If they had repented truly of the Kinslaying, their repentance was now made doubly void, for their Oath had now driven them to three unforgivable acts. Without warning, they had attacked what remained of Doriath. Elwing had lost her life fleeing their wrath and the rest of Doriath�s people lay slain. Maitimo�s men had placed the twins on biers and born them back to their camp, but Maitimo and Makalaur� could not follow, for though his wounds were bleeding and needed attention he had wondered into the woods as one struck blind. Makalaur� had followed him, worried that his brother�s fey mood had turned at last to madness, until Maitimo finally sank to his knees and clutched his stomach with his singular left hand, then wretched violently. Makalaur� knelt beside him and embraced him as his own tears began to flow, then loosed his broken voice in a tortured lament for Ambarto and Ambarusso, but the dirge was heard not by Maitimo alone. ___________________________________________________________________________________________________ ___________________________________________________________________________________________________ |
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| Vanda Fean�r� Noss�o
Nai kotumo ar nilmo, kalima Vala, thauza ar poika, Moringothonna, Elda ar Maiya ar Apan�na, End�ress� Atan sin �n�na, ilar thany�, ilar melm�, ilar malkazon samm�, osta ilar harw�, lau Ambar tana, s�-thauruv� F�an�rollo, ar F�an�r� nossello, iman askaly� ar chary�, ar mi kamb� map�, her� hirala ar haiya hat� Silmarill�. S� vandalm� ilyai: unqual� son ant�valme mennai Aur�-mett�, qualm� ten' Ambar-mett�! Quettalman lasta, Eru Il�vatar! Oiy�m�renna m�-quetamartya �re queluv� tyardalma. Ainorontess� tirtass� lasta , ar lma-vand� enyalaz, Varda Manw�! |
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