The Horror of the Dark by RilwenShadowflame, literature
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The Horror of the Dark
Finwë has known shadow in his life.
He has known the quiet peaceful shadows that bring only rest. He has known the waiting shadow of a world still waking itself to life.
And he has known the fearful shadow that creeps beyond the fire’s light, that steals away mothers and fathers, husbands and wives, sisters and brothers, sons and daughters and friends, from those who are left behind. Knowing that shadow, he has loved the light more dearly; he has treasured loved ones in Aman, knowing no shadow will deprive him as it deprived others.
Those born beneath the Light of the Trees have not known this shadow, but he is grateful for that
Beyond the Light - Vhaeraunite Hymn by RilwenShadowflame, literature
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Beyond the Light - Vhaeraunite Hymn
I who wait beyond the light
I shall be the Hand of Night
(All masks be one
'til day be done)
See webs torn and webs unmade
Ended by the Shadow's Blade
(Their plots undone
The web unspun)
Blades in hand we stand and fight
Night Above is ours by right
(A Maskéd One
Shall fear no sun)
By our faith let shadows rise
Over all beneath the skies
(His will be done
For we are one.)
Did He Not Come Here by RilwenShadowflame, literature
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Did He Not Come Here
Fëanor asks it of all of them. Each new soul to walk within the Halls of Mandos is sought out and given his questions. He is brilliant and he is driven, and not knowing is a thing he cannot bear.
Even those who've had no cause to wish him well answer when they see the look in his eyes, the need to know the answer to his questions.
"Where is Macalaurë, also called Maglor? How fares my son?"
Always, they do not know. And always, always, they look to Maedhros as they ask, "Did he not come here with you?"
Watcher - a Mazarun and Rantel tale by RilwenShadowflame, literature
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Watcher - a Mazarun and Rantel tale
Watcher
Rantel
Rantel has grown accustomed, more or less, to having his hearing back. He no longer needs to watch a speaker, to read their words from the movements of their mouth.
He watches Mazarun anyway. He watches Mazarun's lips shape each word. He watches Mazarun's hands, slender and graceful, as they add qualifying gestures to clarify whatever he's saying.
They got into the habit of signing their conversations and they've never entirely fallen out of it; even a spoken exchange is enhanced by signs that modify the meanings of what is said. Rantel prefers it that way; so many of the subtleties of signed speech are conveyed in the face
Mazarun Character Sheet for Contest by RilwenShadowflame, literature
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Mazarun Character Sheet for Contest
Name: Mazarun Zothyrr.
Age: In his eighties – looks the equivalent of a human of eighteen.
Species: Drow.
Height: 5'5".
Eyes: Red.
Hair: White.
Skin: Jet-black.
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral.
Class: Fighter 6/Wizard 2/Warblade 2.
Appearance: Mazarun has a slim build, wiry of muscle rather than bulky. His face is sharp-featured, and delicate to the point of seeming almost feminine, with high cheekbones, a high forehead, and a pointed chin. Thin brows rise upward somewhat at the outer ends, over long-lashed red eyes, tilted upward at the corners in the elven fashion. His face is framed by two locks of hair that reach his collar-bones in l
A sentinel stands ready
A man armoured in white
A silent solemn figure
On guard against the night.
(He's young, so young
And his world was poor
He'd never had
This much food before.)
The helmet is forbidding
A stern and mighty mask
It makes him one of many
All doing the same task.
(He's not paid much
Or so some would say
But those back home
Will not starve, today.)
Imperial enforcer
For his Emperor's laws
Resolute and unflinching
Devoted to the cause.
(They told him things
A rallying cry
They taught him that
All Rebels must die.)
Together they are faceless
An endless stream of men
One falls? He's but a number
A plac
A Drow In Colours by RilwenShadowflame, literature
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A Drow In Colours
Seaspray and silver
Moonlight and snow
Long shining locks
Ripple and flow.
Onyx and midnight
Shadow and jet
Dark lips are smiling
Subtly in threat.
Coral and rubies
Blood and the rose
Eyes full of secrets
Only he knows.