before he betrayed fear

Oh all the comrades that e'er I’ve had
Are sorry for my going away
And all the sweethearts that e'er I’ve had
Would wish me one more day to stay
But since it falls unto my lot
That I should rise and you should not
I’ll gently rise and I’ll softly call
Good night and joy be with you all

who else hears the parting glass and thinks of Harry? just me? ok

The Powers That Be

TITLE: The Powers That Be

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter Thirty-Eight

AUTHOR: wolfpawn

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki discovering a hidden mutant when he realises they are at risk of being found by S.H.I.E.L.D. who experiments on mutants, he is the one to help them.

RATING: Teen and Up

Heimdall held his arm, or at least what remained of it, surrounded by the corpses of those who had tried to overpower him as he watched the water from the great waters that lay between the Bifrost and the great golden realm rise to the skies, which in turn went dark, great winds beginning to blow in different directions, and the earth seemed to be moving around also. Having the ability to see all, he knew full well what Alexia was doing, but to others, both ally and foe, all they saw was the realm effectively going mad.

Thor noticed that the winds that surrounding him in no way hit him, instead, they avoided him, almost purposely. On the ground Loki noticed it too, and looking around, he noticed other things began to act incorrectly also, but part of him did not know should he trust his eyes, that was until the dwarves froze, staring passed him; risking an attack he turned himself slightly and was shocked to see Alexia walking towards them, with Sif beside her, her eyes filled with anger, worse even than the day of the attack on her on Midgard.

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melissamahonesandman  asked:

Hello! I've been writing random stuff for a while but I struggle with one of the simplest things ; I find it hard to find different ways to describe my characters feelings. Like I always use the same words and same expressions and it wasn't really a problem until I started to write a story that I really want to come to terms with. I mean, I'm really determined to finish it but I feel like it's repetive and I hate that! (Maybe it's because english isn't my first language and I write in english?)


Sorry for the delay getting back to you. :) 

The good news: you don’t have to worry about describing feelings much at all. My answer involves that painfully vague axiom “Show, don’t tell.” The goal is to make your reader feel what the character is feeling; describing – or telling – what they’re feeling isn’t going to accomplish this. Hearing the words “I feel sad” doesn’t make the listener sad. Seeing the character exhibiting sadness by crying isn’t going to make us feel like we want to cry. So again, you don’t have to be overly worried about describing feelings. 

Because, if the story is well-crafted, the reader will feel what the character is feeling.  If the reader is connected to the character through empathy, if they’re identifying with the character and their own inner selves have transferred onto this fictional person, the SITUATION that makes the character sad, will ALSO make the reader sad. 

What the character feels in reaction to the story, the reader will also feel. The reader knows the character, so when something happens to them, we understand what it means to them. 

The first example that came to mind is this scene from Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. 


(Probably unnecessary. But I still encounter people who haven’t even seen one movie, so you never know.)

Harry has found out he must walk into the forest and allow Voldemort to kill him. They are face to face at last.

“Harry Potter,“ he said very softly. His voice might have been part of the spitting fire. "The Boy Who Lived.”
None of the Death Eaters moved. They were waiting. Everything was waiting. Hagrid was struggling, and Bellatrix was panting, and Harry thought inexplicably of Ginny, and her blazing look, and the feel of her lips on his–
Voldemort had raised his wand. His head was still tilted to one side, like a curious child, wondering what would happen if he proceeded. Harry looked back into the red eyes, and wanted it to happen now, quickly, while he could still stand, before he lost control, before he betrayed fear–
He saw the mouth move and a flash of green light, and everything was gone.”

We know what Harry is feeling in that moment, by the reactions of the people around him, by his thoughts about the girl he loves, by his desperate want for it be over. We understand the significance of what is happening, and thus know what he’s feeling, because we are feeling it. 

I made myself want to reread Deathly Hallows again.  

Anyway! Hope something in all that was helpful! Thank you for the question. :)


Voldemort had raised his wand. His head was still tilted to one side, like a curious child, wondering what would happen if he proceeded. Harry looked back into the red eyes, and wanted it to happen now, quickly, while he could still stand, before he lost control, before he betrayed fear —- He saw the mouth move and a flash of green light, and everything was gone.

Tolkien, Disability, and Brandir the Lame

I’d like to preface this post by saying I don’t have much experience writing about disability culture, or in disability studies in general. So if anyone with more knowledge/experience has anything to add, or comment on, by all means please do so.

I can’t think of any characters with a mental disability in Middle Earth (at least, none that are described that way - such a thing could be pretty open to fan interpretation, of course.) There are, however, a fair amount of people with physical disabilities in Tolkien’s writing. In fact, I have a whole post dedicated to the many amputees of Middle Earth (it includes Beren, Gwindor, Frodo, Maedhros, Morgoth, Sador, and Sauron.) Beyond this group, the character that stands out most in my mind is Brandir the Lame, Chieftain of the House of Haleth.

As you can probably guess from his title (which I account mainly to the time period and Tolkien being even less versed in disability rights than I am), Brandir had a physical disability. Tolkien says that he was “lamed by a leg broken in a misadventure in childhood.” Because of this and his “gentle mood”, Brandir focused more on plant and herb-lore than war. After Handir, his father’s, death he became Chieftain of the House of Haleth, and kept his people safe in an increasingly dangerous Beleriand through secrecy. His story became tragically entangled with Turin’s, when Brandir healed him and offered him a place with his people. Over time, Turin gained more and more influence with the House of Haleth, until (by the time Glaurung arrives), “he now ordered things as he would, as if he were lord of Brethil, and no man heeded Brandir.

When Turin plans to attack the dragon, there is an assembly of the men of Brethil, during which this conversation takes place:

Then Dorlas cried out: “Hearken, Men of Brethil, it is now well seen that for the evil of our times the counsels of Brandir were vain. There is no escape by hiding. Will none of you take the place of the son of Handir, that the House of Haleth be not put to shame?” Thus Brandir, who sat indeed in the high-seat of the lord of the assembly, but unheeded, was scorned, and he was bitter to his heart; for Turambar did not rebuke Dorlas. But one Hunthor, Brandir’s kinsman, arose and said: “You do evilly, Dorlas, to speak thus to the shame of your lord, whose limbs by ill hazard cannot do as his heart would. Beware lest the contrary be seen in you at some turn! And how can it be said that his counsels were vain, when they were never taken? You, his liege, have ever set them at naught. I say to you that Glaurung comes now to us, as to Nargothrond before, because our deeds have betrayed us, as he feared. But since this woe is now come, with your leave, son of Handir, I will go on behalf of Haleth’s house.”

Then Turambar said: “Three is enough! You twain will I take. But, lord, I do not scorn you. See! We must go in great haste, and our task will need strong limbs. I deem that your place is with your people. For you are wise, and are a healer; and it may be that there will be great need to wisdom and healing ere long.” But these words, though fair spoken, did but embitter Brandir the more, and he said to Hunthor: “Go then but not with my leave. For a shadow lies on this man, and it will lead you to evil." 

Brandir happened to witness Nienor’s death and Glaurung’s explanation of the curse he’d placed on her. So it fell to Brandir to tell Turin that his wife/sister was dead. Turin, of course, didn’t respond well to the news, calling Brandir ”limping evil“ and ”Club-foot“ before killing him, and then going on to kill himself.

SOURCES: The Silmarillion, The Unfinished Tales ("Narn I Hin Hurin”)