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Maedhros© ALEF Club, Journey to The Middle-E…

Maedhros

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A king is he that can hold his own or else his…

A king is he that can hold his own or else his title is vain. ©

Maedhros

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Curufin, Celebrimbor© ALEF Club, Journey to Th…

Curufin, Celebrimbor
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Curufin, Celebrimbor© ALEF Club, Journey to Th…

Curufin, Celebrimbor
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Softly in the gloom they heard the birds Singi…

Softly in the gloom they heard the birds
Singing afar in Nargothrond,
The sighing of the sea beyond,
Beyond the western world, on sand,
On sand of pearls in Elvenland. ©
— J.R.R.Tolkien

Finrod

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He took the harp from his back, and sitting do…

He took the harp from his back, and sitting down against the steep walls of the mountain, he began to sing that ancient song that would not leave him alone. He began softly, picking the tune on the strings hesitantly; but soon the song took hold of his voice and hands, the music surging through him; and his voice swelled over the wasteland, angry and defiant, loud and clear. His fingers fell onto the harp-strings with determination, and over his anger he felt a certain satisfaction at having brought some beauty to this desolate realm.©
The tempered steel by Lyra

Fingon

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The song had begun suddenly, familiar and yet …

The song had begun suddenly, familiar and yet alien, distant as he now was from his past life. At first he had not realised that it had its source not in his mind – he had been forcing himself to recall songs and poems whenever he had managed to grasp a moment of clarity amidst his pain, and if this memory was more lucid than usual, he hadn’t noticed it immediately. Only when he had tried to sing along and his voice, unfamiliar with uttering anything beyond the occasional groan, had joined the other without drowning it out, his hoarse croaking not replacing the other voice but adding to it, he had realised that there must be somebody far below, somebody to do the singing. ©
The tempered steel by Lyra

Maedhros, Fingon

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And it came to pass that he saw Aredhel Ar-Fei…

And it came to pass that he saw Aredhel Ar-Feiniel as she strayed among the tall trees near the borders of Nan Elmoth, a gleam of white in the dim land. Very fair she seemed to him, and he desired her; and he set his enchantments about her so that she could not find the ways out, but drew ever nearer to his dwelling in the depths of the wood. And when Aredhel, weary with wandering, came at last to his doors, he revealed himself; and he welcomed her, and led her into his house. And there she remained; for Eöl took her to wife, and it was long ere any of her kin heard of her again.

— J.R.R.Tolkien, Silmarillion

Aredhel © ALEF Club, Journey to The Middle-Earth Project

Maedhros, Fingon © ALEF Club, Journey to The M…

Maedhros, Fingon © ALEF Club, Journey to The Middle-Earth Project

In Valinor, the red blood flowingBeside the Se…

In Valinor, the red blood flowing
Beside the Sea, where the Noldor slew
The Foamriders, and stealing drew
Their white ships with their white sails
From lamplit havens. The wind wails,
The wolf howls. The ravens flee.
The ice mutters in the mouths of the Sea.
The captives sad in Angband mourn.
Thunder rumbles, the fires burn –
And Finrod fell before the throne.

― J.R.R. Tolkien

Sauron © ALEF Club, Journey to The Middle-Earth Project