Reviews by Rhapsody

Yearning · Mon Sep 11, 2006 11:06 am

Very sweet... I hope that this Sindarin elleth will either set sail soon or that her loved one will cross the seas to come to her.

Another Man's Cage · Sun Sep 10, 2006 9:46 am

Oh an update! What I loved about this wonderful chapter is to see Maglor through Maedhros eyes. Oh my, I giggled so hard when even during his great moment with Atawende, his mind is still worried where Maglor went off to.

Oh and this part: (Things get so confusing that I spend a few embarrassing bars dancing with Vorondil and find that he is remarkably light on his feet.) Oh my goodness Maedhros! LOL, such a great visual.

This is so incredibly beautiful: Our people celebrate the Mingling of the Lights and rejoice next in the burning radiance of Laurelin. But maybe because I was born in the depths of Telperion, I love most of all the hours that leave the land glazed with enough silver to take the fear from the night without obscuring the stars. How beautiful the sky in these hours! A black backdrop punctured by tiny pebbles of light and draped with hazy silver gauze. My grandfather awakened beneath those stars; he walked hand in hand beneath them with my grandmother Míriel, seeking the light of Valinor.

I love the mentioning of Míriel Smile smiley face

“Oh, Nelyo.” He blushes, and his hands scramble to pull the blankets over his head, as he always does when I embarrass him, forgetting that he shoved them away with his feet. “I didn’t exactly say that.”

“Macalaurë, that is why you are the musician and Atar is the craftsman and I am the loremaster.”

I really liked this mentioning of the different roles and professions all have within the family. Also, this is a great brotherly moment where shortly before I could have wacked Maedhros for treating his smitten brother so harshly. Yes, this is another great chapter Dawn, I love the way how you weave in so much things of which I recently read about in the History of Middle Earth. Love will most likely be hardly won for Maedhros, where his father and brother seem to find it so easily. I do wonder what happened with that elf-maiden incident... hmmm. Thanks for updating Dawn, it was worth the weekly wait.

Dance of Desire · Sat Sep 09, 2006 1:40 am

Oh Ellie! How cute! You have me on the edge of my seat here, first reading the chilling battle of Rumil fighting Orcs and keeping him at bay with excellent skill. Then suddenly the reader realises that what we see is Rumil's utter desire to be fighting just like his adar and big brother where Haldir explains to his father how an elfling can be so fully consumed by such a whish. A very wee!dance of desire! Big Hug smiley face

Horse & Rider · Thu Sep 07, 2006 10:12 am

Golden hair mingled with white mane and all streaked back as if it were a flag.

Wow, what a beautiful image here. Very vivid and a very joyful fic-lite (lovely name).

Very enjoyable Isil! Thanks for sharing!

The Touch of His Hand · Wed Sep 06, 2006 2:34 pm

Ow Ellie, yet again such a fine work coming from your quill. I like the flow in this short work: it reads gently, has a good pace and a beautiful build up. You can sense that both hold up an appearance to the outside world that they can keep it together to those who depend on him: Haldir being the commander with a wink (LOL shooting in the target of his brother), your original character dispensing hope and serenity. But when they mingle their fear, you can see how they strengthen each other. I love it how you bring it to full circle. Simply beautiful!

Finding Comfort · Wed Sep 06, 2006 8:52 am

Very gently written Luthien, I love how you conveyed the passing of time and how compared to Maglor it must have passed like a breeze.

A lesson to learn · Tue Sep 05, 2006 4:17 pm

Oh my!!!! Aearwen, the last line is just fantastic and made me laugh so hard:

The Valar, in their infinite wisdom, replied: "My son, I feel you have learned your lesson and I will be happy to change things back to the way they were.You'll just have to wait an elvish year, though. You got pregnant last night."

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I think that is going to be a looooooooong year Big Hug smiley face

Nan Elmoth · Mon Sep 04, 2006 8:59 am

What an incredible sensual poem. I am simply in awe how you can capture so much passion and love in the form of a sonnet. But this poem is much more: it breathes the start of something anew, the love between two people, a new identity and the dawn of a new Kingdom once finally awoken. I often imagined how Melian and Elwë would break their spell and they do it in a manner I expected coming from Tolkien, but honey, I think I am sure this is you! Wow! It feels like such a private moment and yet not, as if both do not want to hide anything from the world, as if they want to declare their love to the rest of their kind – who are somewhere waiting for their Lord to pop up.

After years of being frozen in a spell, your first line gives the reader a sense of time and location. And in their eagerness to move, they erupt in what feels like a dance of lovers, the rhythm is simply perfect, it flows and reads so smoothly and yet I cannot escape the deeper meaning of a bond so lovingly formed in this piece. You can feel Melian’s first steps in discovering physical love for Thingol and in return, Thingol’s yearning for a mate so fair. Your writing is graceful, evocative: simply an excellent example of showing instead of telling in poetry. A tale of legend: a glimpse of it captured in this beautiful work. I am simply awestruck by your talent in poetry Binks!
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Grey Havens · Mon Sep 04, 2006 6:28 am

As reviewed for the MEFA 2006: What an amazing and compelling story. After I finished reading this, some matters about which I pondered upon for a long time were addressed in this story. The beginning is very intriguing: what could possibly happened between Gil-Galad and Cirdan to cause this disruption in a friendship. Besides the heartbreaking end and sacrifices both bring, this story also tells a good tale on how the Grey Havens came into being, the issues between the remaining elven houses after the destruction of Beleriand is well told, but it doesn’t dominate the tale.

Your two main characters seem so different from each other and are fleshed out extremely well: the relatively young Gil-Galad trying to get used to his new responsibilities and new life and the more experienced Cirdan who finally dares to think about a family with the unfortunate Elinel caught in between. And oh, I feel sorry for her, she wants to follow her heart, but due to political consequences, she has to wait for Gil-Galad to finish his duties as King before he deems to sail west to Valinor.

The ending is very haunting, on the eve on the War of the Last Alliance, both friends meet again and the reader knows all to well that Gil-Galad will not sail into the West which gives a bittersweet meaning to the sacrifice he will make soon on behalf of all. I cannot help to think that he will be reborn soon though… so who knows. Space, what a great story: I simply love it!

Courage Knows no Size · Sun Sep 03, 2006 4:41 am

Spot on! I somehow can picture Merry or Pippin standing on a table chanting this with a tankard of Ale in their hands!

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