Chapter 5 (in Fanfiction)
…bludgeoned spirit. “I was wondering if I might have a word with you,” he asked gently, hoping against hope that she would say yes. “Why not?” Carnëyávië said tiredly. Silaurëfin…
…bludgeoned spirit. “I was wondering if I might have a word with you,” he asked gently, hoping against hope that she would say yes. “Why not?” Carnëyávië said tiredly. Silaurëfin…
…lost friends and acquaintances along the path of becoming leader of men one day. Yet, he couldn’t understand why losing the Elf, *this* friend, left a hole in his spirit…
…Gently, his lips brushed hers, no more than a feather of contact. Again and again he offered the promise of a kiss, only to tease her with a light touch…
…Este’s grey, A radiant flame thus concealed. To the Eldar that remained, Sent visions wonderfully revealed. Olorin of the fountain, humble spirit of Iluvatar. You are summoned to the mountain!…
Spirit used to Live in Esgaroth for the first 30 years of his life, not knowing he was an elf but believing he had elvish blood, then he met Legolas…
A delicate spring spirit card for elf day. Photo by Vuelo on deviantArt.
…flight! She picked up her bag and ran for it. She needed to make this flight; all of her friends were on this flight! Every person on Liberty High Varsity…
The chill February wind groped with bitter fingers into any place it could reach, whether the still-bare boughs of trees, the hissing grasses of the downs, or the tightly-wrapped folds…
Darkness hovered over the massive rift in the craggy mountainside far below, mantling the sky in velvety black. Blackness studded with stars, glittering cold and sharp in the October chill….
Arwen stands against the Nine.