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Guilt“This is it! The genesis of the problem, the reason why he would bid adieu to his loving little daughter, burying her in her periwinkle dress without a care,” the man exclaimed.
“You’re drunk, John,” his wife replied. “And even if he is, it’s too late now. Unless you were lying when you told me that the judges declared all your arguments ad hominem and as red as the lies in the newspaper?”
“Well, yes, he did. But I can tell the world - it’s all there in this photograph. Look at the way the pink flowers are, right there before the sign that says ‘La Dolce Vita’. It’s right there. Who would have thought that such a simple thing could lead to such revelations?” The man lifted his glass, enjoying more of the amber brandy as he reviewed the evidence ad nauseam. “Though, it is disappointing that a man would fall such in love with a woman’s décolletage, while she was wearing such a low dress - thou
To Battle, Or Not“Uncle?”
Turgon turned from his spot by the window to look at his nephew. “Yes?”
“They say that you have decided to not go to the battle.” Maeglin replied, twisting his hand in his shirt.
Turgon laughed. “Were you looking forward to ruling in my absence that much?”
“What? No! It’s just, why aren’t you going?” Maeglin looked nervous. “I mean, he’s the only one of your siblings left.”
Turgon paused. “Yes. He is.”
Though neither elf said Fingon’s name, it was obvious to everyone in Gondolin that Fingon had preoccupied Turgon’s thoughts since the first whispers of the planned battle had come.
“Is it because you are still angry at him?” Maeglin asked.
“No. Yes,” Turgon said. “I am angry at him, but I don’t want to leave you alone here to rule.”
“You wouldn’t be. I already told Idril. If you go, I go with you.” Maeglin s

I write a lot of prose, both original and fanfic.

Illusion by LadyBrookeCelebwen Haikuwrimo 2014 - Week 1February 1
You’re conceited and
a bit too sure of yourself;
It’s what I love like.
February 2
I’m watching you act;
You’re an old English gentleman
across the room from me.
February 3
Second glances, second guesses,
You flirt with everyone.
I'm on cloud nine and then in hell.
February 4
Mistrust, dangling over us;
You’re too good for me and
I’m too broken for you.
February 5
Smiles and laughter;
I bow my head down and
hope you don't see tears.
February 6
Hello, goodbye,
Did you finish the test?
I remember every word.
February 7
You’re graduating soon,
I smile and wish you good luck.
It was just a dream.

I also am starting to write more poetry and hope to write more scripts.

You can find my fanfic here and my original works here


Just because I want to keep these all in one place:

My darling brotherMy darling brother,
I hope things are going well for you.
This summer has not shaped up how any of us expected, has it? To think that one year ago we were sitting in the lap of luxury, and now we are scattered to the ends of the continent in a miserable exile. It is unbearable to think of our cousins still feasting, draped in jewels, while we must content ourselves to live on their pity.
Forgive me. You asked, of course, about the rest of the family in your last letter. Grandfather has been horribly boring lately, sulking around and not doing anything. I know he misses having a kingdom, but really! I do not understand how he manages to spend so much time just lounging around.
I found Anne’s diary the other day, and to quote from it -  
“While being away from home has its disadvantages, I like being surrounded by so many men that are not our relatives. It is a relief to be able to carry on an affair with one of them without having to worry that he is really our cook.
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.  
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren

October 14, 2013 ~~~~~~~ July 22, 2014

Mr. FluffyMy cat is a small god.
No, don’t look at me like that. I know what you’re thinking - that I’m just another crazy cat lady, driven mad by loneliness.
Really, my cat is a small god. All those stories of witches with cats, well, they had to start somewhere, don’t you know?
Anyways, my cat is a small god. Not one of the big gods or tricksters, like Zeus or Raven or whoever else you think. Small doesn’t only refer to the fact that he’s only three pounds soaking wet.
You’d think that being so small he couldn’t do too much damage. Of course, you’d be wrong. Granted, most of his mischief is restricted to messing with my neighbors who have dogs. That’s how I first figured out something was wrong, when he went out one day, got chased by the dog, and the next thing anyone knew, he was back inside the house and poor Zack had his paws on backwards for a moment. They changed back before my neighbor could notice, thank goodness.
He talked to

April 6, 2014

Interviews: (If you want to know more about me, for some reason)
Adjusting the Antennae (Ep. 7)
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List of Stories To Be Written

Trades - Friends Only by SweetDukeCollaborations - Friends Only by SweetDukeRequests - Open by SweetDuke*

:bulletblue: Noldo U: Celegorm Meets the Hot Foreign Student (guess who?)
:bulletgreen: Thuringwethil/Orodreth tragic backstory.
:bulletblue: Every story started on my computer (especially from B2MeB)
:bulletgreen: And the remaining Troll!Mandos stories.
:bulletblue: Happy Maedhros/Fingon smutty times (probably not posted here. :dummy:)
:bulletgreen: Noldo U: when Aegnor got a job as a weather announcer (during the dry season) - Fires on the map, fires in the forest, fires everywhere!
:bulletblue: "Fëanor/Aredhel", a.k.a. "Aredhel is attracted to dark, mysterious smiths". Featuring the reactions of Celegorm, Fingon, Maedhros, Curufin, Turgon, Fingolfin, Finwë, Eöl, Maeglin, Indis, Anairë, and anyone else
that happens to be around during visitor's day.
:bulletgreen: Hiiragi loves Aegnor because of lighty fire things. (Also, Celebril shows up.)
:bulletblue: Disney Princess Noldor
:bulletgreen: Noldor Perform Shakespeare
:bulletblue: A story with this saying in it… (also, go fav that stamp!)
:bulletgreen: Fluffy Aegnor and older brother Orodreth (who knows how to light fires)

I am open to requests and suggestions, please go to if you wish to do so. Please note there is no guarantee of time or if I will do a request.

*If you and I have talked on even a semi-regular basis, there's a high possibility you fit under the friend category. Feel free to send a note.


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“You said-”

“No, you said that we shouldn’t. So I didn’t.”

“Caranthir, you’re an idiot! Why would I tell you not to get water? We need it!”

“Will both of you just shut up? Why couldn’t Maglor have been sent with me instead of the two of you, who can’t communicate long enough to get anything done? Does Atar really hate me that much?”

“Maglor had to go help Grandfather, remember? Or did he not tell you that?”

“He told me. I just wish Grandfather had asked for help any other time of the year.”

“Well, next time submit a request to him in writing, telling him that you don’t want us to go and you need Maglor to go with you.”

“Well, at least he would have packed the lamp, so we wouldn’t be sitting here in the dark.”

“You little-”

“Celegorm! Stop beating him!”




“Now, both of you go to sleep. I’ll take first watch.”



“Good night.”
The Necessity of Talking to Your Brothers
Written for Fan-Flashworks, Amnesty Round 16, challenge "Communication".

Since I liked the summary I wrote, here it is One dark night, Maedhros is stuck out in the woods with Celegorm and Caranthir. Of course, it's completely dark because neither of them remembered to bring the lamp.

Poor, poor, Maedhros.
“Success is sweet, isn’t it, Celeborn?” Gil-galad looked over at him. “We have finally gained some peace after the trials of the First Age, and now we can begin rebuilding our lands once more.”

Celeborn paused his reading and looked up. “Perhaps it is, and yet…”

“And yet…?” Gil-galad said.

“And yet I cannot help but wish that it wasn’t at so high a cost. It leaves a sour taste, to know that we are left to rebuild, but so many dear friends and relatives lie dead under the sea.”

Gil-galad didn’t respond.

Celeborn shook his head and resumed reading.
The Taste of Peace
Written for Fan-Flashworks, challenge "Sweet & Sour".

I like word play.
“Daeron was a minstrel,” Celeborn said, looking down at his grandsons. “He was the one who invented the writing system that we used, and Thingol always sent him when it was important that something be remembered.”

“But…” Elladan frowned. He glanced at his twin, who was also frowning.

“But?” Celeborn asked.

“Daeron is the one who betrayed Lúthien! Why do we have to learn about him?” Elrohir asked.

Celeborn paused and let out a breath. “He did tell Thingol. But you two must understand that not telling Elu was unthinkable to most people in Doriath. He was our king.”

“Daeron was supposed to be her friend,” Elladan said. “Friends don’t tell on friends.”

“He was her friend,” Celeborn answered. “And he was mine as well. But that isn’t important for now. Did you know that some of the songs you heard last night were written by Daeron?”

Elrohir looked ready to ask more questions, but eventually just shook his head, “No.”

"He could hardly be a completely horrible person in the world if you enjoyed his songs so much, could he?" Celeborn asked.

Elrohir and Elladan shook their heads again.

Celeborn smiled and began to talk again, leading his grandsons around the forest, while wisps of song reached their ears.
The History of Songs
Written for Fan-Flashworks, challenge "Music".

I've always felt sorry for Daeron and Celeborn.
“But Father, I want to see the elves! They were our allies.”

“Were being the primary consideration. Our king has banned us from contacting them, and for good reason. Why should the descendants of Tar-Minyataur have to bow and scrape to elves?”

“Father, we wouldn’t have to bow and scrape. We could stand as equals among them.”

The man laughed. “Only fools hold the delusion that they would be treated by them as equals. No, we are their betters, and they resent that and make us bow to them. No son of mine will think so.”

His son was quiet.
Sons and Fathers
Written for Fan-Flashworks, challenge "Exploration". Drabble!

Back to Númenor, which I imagine as the Middle-earth version of the border states during the American Civil War. :P
“My horse needs new shoes.”

Curufin looked up at his brother and rolled his eyes. “And what do you expect me to do about that?”

“Well, you are a smith,” Celegorm said. “I suggest you take yourself to the forge and make my horse some new shoes.”

“Ata prefers me to focus on things like jewelry,” Curufin said, though he was already standing to dust off his pants and make his way to the forge.

Celegorm shrugged. “Ata also wants swords made in case of trouble. And if trouble comes deeply enough that we need swords, don’t you think we’ll need horse shoes as well? Or do we intend to trail after Morgoth on our own two feet, instead of riding?”

Curufin shook his head. “Do you think I know what Ata intends? It changes day to day, though I understand his frustration since we don’t know who would support us and who would follow Uncle.”

“Let Ata worry and Maitimo try to find out who is with us and who is with Uncle. There’s no use in you or I doing that, since we’re not nearly as popular with Uncle or his followers as Maitimo is.” Celegorm shrugged again. “Are you going to make my horse shoes or not?”

“I’m going to make them, though you’re going to be the one to explain what I was doing if I get in trouble again for neglecting the work of a brilliant smith in order to focus on your horse’s needs,” Curufin said.

“That’s fine. I’ll simply tell Ata that I need it to best Turukáno at riding.”

“Must you blame everything on our cousin? Irissë is going to become angry at you one of these days if you keep pushing her brother.”

“What do you care if she does become angry?” Celegorm asked. “Besides, Irissë knows it’s all in good fun.”

Curufin shook his head and turned down the path. “Ata would disagree with you.”

“Ata can think whatever he wants.” Celegorm waved to his brother as he left. “I assume you’ll tell me when you’re done?”

“Of course.”
Written for Fan-Flashworks, challenge "footwear".

Funny banter between Celegorm and Curufin, mixed with political intrigue and brotherly love. :P My kind of story.


Sun Nov 2, 2014, 9:53 AM
I may or may not be doing it. :P I keep starting things, and then throwing them away.

I'm far too busy this month to do it, but at the same time, school is just so stressful at the moment (mainly because it's scheduling time for next semester, and nobody gets just how much I'm dreading it) that throwing myself into writing for a few minutes at a time at least gets me out of that.

So yeah. The most recent draft starts with

"You don't know just how hard it is to be a person, until you're one of the liminal and society walks by you without caring."


Genius lasts longer then beauty.
Artist | Hobbyist | Varied
United States
Currently, I am mainly involved in the literature and fanfic side of dA. I also dabble in jewelry making and photography.

In my real life, I am a university age student studying in the Social Sciences, with the aim of going to grad school and hopefully becoming a professor.

My icon is part of the Noldorin Icon Family by kittykatkanie

:squee: :iconepiccaring1::iconepiccaring2:
:iconvisanastasis: is a wonderful friend, and I'm so glad that she considers me one of hers. :D

Find me on FFN as BrookeofLorien, and various other places as LadyBrooke.

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NolweNamiel Featured By Owner Nov 18, 2014
Just popped by to let you know that the Secret Santa gift exchange has been posted in Vairë.  Not sure if you will have time to join in this year, or not. Hug 
ithaswhatitisnt Featured By Owner Nov 12, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks so much for the watch, my friend!!! :iconglomplz: :heart:
DCWuser Featured By Owner Nov 4, 2014
No problem! XD

You deserve it. :)
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thanks for the +fav 
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jade-pandora Featured By Owner Oct 17, 2014
Hey there, Brooke, and congratulations, from one awesomeness to another! :iconspinplz:
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