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We May Yet Stand: chap. 2 by Ragnelle-was-taken, literature

We May Yet Stand: chap. 1 by Ragnelle-was-taken, literature

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We May Yet Stand: chap. 1

The Triumph of the Shadow. "The armies of Mordor hesitated and the Nazgûl turned under the attack of the eagles and fled towards the Dark Land. For a moment the hearts of all the armies of the West was lifted and victory seemed within our grasp. Then a great shadow rose up over the Dark land. It took the shape of a hand that claw-like stretched out towards the West, and as it closed our short-lived hope flickered and died. The silence that had fallen over the field was broken by shouts of triumph from our enemies. Roaring they attacked anew and the noise of their voices deafened all other sounds. Some of our men dropped their weapons to co

Arwen: Not till now by Ragnelle-was-taken, literature

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Arwen: Not till now

"I fell when I saw the elven-light in your eyes. Lost with no desire ever to be found, if not by you." Your words surprised me. I had grown accustomed to my beauty being praised, to moonstruck wooers whose eyes seemed stuck to my body's form, the swelling of my breasts. Then their eyes would hastily lift. Blushing, they would seek to hide their lapse with words about my shadow-hair, my well-shaped lips; the nose, the eyebrows' slender curve, the shape and colour of my eyes. All this their mouths would praise, and I heard the same repeated words until the world grew grey and dull. And so I would smile, and nod, and then dismiss them from my si

Gollum by Ragnelle-was-taken, literature

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Gollum

The dark waters lie silent. No wind to ripple the surface, no current moves the waters underneath. This is the end. No way leads out, not even for the waters. This is how it has been for years uncounted. The darkness and the stillness of the forgotten places at the root of the world. The pale fishes swim, and eat, and die, and nothing ever happens. Nothing, until the sound of naked feet breaks the silence, flapping on bare rock. Soft flesh against hard stone. The waters stir, and ripples run across the still waters, from the edge and to the walls of the cavern on the other side. There they stop, and cannot go further. A voice hisses, and th

Eomer: Pelennor Fields by Ragnelle-was-taken, literature

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Eomer: Pelennor Fields

Then suddenly he beheld his sister Éowyn as she lay, and he knew her. (RotK, The Battle of the Pelennor Fields) Death! Death take us all! O my sister, how did you come here? No, no! this cannot be. You are not here, you are safe. I would have you safe, not here; dead upon the battle-field! Did I sing of joy at the battle's beginning? Did I welcome the day and eager yearn for slaughter? Not as I do now! No more songs. No more joy. You lie dead and all joy is ended, how then can there be songs? Dark day and evil morning that you should die and I live. O, were you only a fell vision to cloud my sight and steal my mind! But my eyes do

Aragorn: Before Leaving by Ragnelle-was-taken, literature

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Aragorn: Before Leaving

25. desember 3018. Aragorn sat with his head bowed to his knees; only Elrond knew fully what this hour meant to him. (FotR, The Ring Goes South) Can they not hurry! What more is it that they can possibly need to talk about? Ah, son of Arathorn, you have waited for so long, have you not learned patience? Seventy years; what is a few minutes against that? Everything it seems. I have no patience; we are ready, the farewells taken, all words spoken; let us leave! Breathe Aragorn. There are others here, remember? Think of them – a distraction might work. Yes, think of one of the others; think of the old hobbit. He is standing outside in

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Trollfjell (Troll mountains) by Ragnelle-was-taken, literature

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Trollfjell (Troll mountains)

Troll mountains. Behind the words Lie the forests In golden light. Green, and gold and yellow. And behind the forests Lie the mountains Of hard granite. They rise up heavily Like storm-clouds Down to the hard stone. There the sleeping giants lie, Under blankets of earth And forest-rugs They sleep Waiting. What can wake them from their deep slumber? Not thunder Or blasting powder; With stone-heavy eyes And ears clogged with earth They sleep so sweet, So softly dream, Of a small gain of sand Hidden in golden fields; Of an acorn Buried deep in the earth. They can be brought to life with a single word: Arise, God is good. ... Trollfjell. Og

Where the Grass Grows Green: Scribe's Note by Ragnelle-was-taken, literature

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Where the Grass Grows Green: Scribe's Note

"Oh Samwise, bravest and truest of men. Oh Samwise, Gardener of The Shire. Samwise, you with earth beneath your fingernails Oh Samwise, did you know what sorrow you would cause? With one bright stab of anger, one rash act born of love and fear, you sealed the fate of your master. Oh Samwise, why did you not stay your hand? Why did you not spare the creature? Oh, Sam! How should you have known it would have spared the world?" (Unknown lament.) … "If [Sauron] regains [the Ring], your valour is vain, and his victory will be swift and complete: so complete that none can foresee the end of it while this world lasts." (Gandalf at The L

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Do you know the taste of the universe? by Synesthi, literature

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Do you know the taste of the universe?

One day, when you’re five years old and made out of fractured sunlight and mirror shards, you sit down on the bench of the MAX train. You’re dressed in your winter coat and boots that are too big and one of your parents has pulled your hat too close over your ears. You’re sitting next to your mother, and on the other side is a man that smells like loneliness, something that you’ll later know as cigarettes and alcohol and homelessness. He’s crying quietly into the top of his jacket and you’re scared to look because you’ve never seen an adult cry. The train ride goes on for five minutes, which is a lo

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May 26
Norway
Deviant for 11 years
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I am an amateur when it comes to any form of visual arts, though I had a dream, once, of doing sculpturing in clay, and ceramics. That never happened, and today I mostly draw or take photos.
But I am an oral story-teller, and write fanfiction, mainly for the Tolkien-fandom. Here I will mostly feature fan art from that fandom, though some original work might be put here (once I work up the courage).
The kind of art I do, is varied. It has been long since I worked in clay - mostly due to the hassle of it, and having no room - but it was originally my strongest point. Now I do most pencil-drawings, again because of the easy simplicity of it - I only need a pencil and a paper. I have also worked a bit in leather, both decorative and more practical.
I also enjoy using pastels and different paints, but tend to like using large canvasses and a more abstract style.
At the moment I study Theology, and do horse-back riding.

Favourite Books

Lord of the Rings, On Fairy-stories, almost any Tolkien book, Language and Myth (Ernst Cassirer) m.fl.

Favourite Writers

J.R.R. Tolkien, Ursula K. Le Guin m.fl. Oral story-tellers: Hugh Lupton and Jan Blake mfl.

Other Interests

Horses, singing, mythologies and folk-tales