Reviews for "Glistening"

Sat Jul 01, 2006 10:41 pm

"like starlight kissing his eyes."

Another nominee for the Mark Twain Award for saying a lot in a little space. A whole paragraph in 5 words.

Had to add this one:

"Her long dark hair cascaded about her lithe voluptuous body like the black woven among the stars of the sky." Now *that* is how you describe hair.

As to the story: excellent transition from realism to ephemeral; from hard concrete concerns to all consuming love.

Is now on an endless loop in my head, thanks

Fri Jul 21, 2006 7:40 am

Ellie! All these vignettes are pure gems! Words fail me to describe your beautiful writings, story weaving, and marvellous descriptions.

How could he better describe to them the wonder of a light beyond that of fire, beyond that of lightening in a storm, beyond that of the very stars themselves, bathing all of the world in wondrous illumination?

or Of a sudden, the song of nightingales reached out to him. He froze, unable to move as the sound filled his mind with solace, caressing his very fëa with a joy like starlight kissing his eyes.

Often I wondered why Olwe forsake his people, but wow, this is just.. wow.

She watched the light of the new day glistening in the tiny droplets which clung to his skin like the stars cleaving themselves to the heavens, like she had clung to him last night.

I love the ending of this vignette, so moving!

Nimloth lovingly received the child back into her waiting arms, gazing pensively on the tiny sleeping face. Briefly, something clouded her bright blue eyes. When it had passed, she looked knowingly at Dior.

“Yes, my love. I think that ‘star-spray’ is a suitable name, for the water and the stars shall ever be in her life.”

Wow, so moving and touching.

There Eärendil shone; a light for both elves and men. Pity and awe consumed Eonwë’s heart as he triumphantly called to the young peredhel in a mighty voice.

In this vignette, I am simply in awe about your narrative talents. The manner how you portray Tirion through Earendil's eyes, the feeling of despair that he might be too late and failed the two kindreds... Awesome Ellie!

He knew in his heart beyond all doubt that his calling was not to be regent of an elven nation, but caretaker of a people. With a sigh, he accepted the task with the heavy burdens and responsibilities that would accompany it. Taking a deep steadying breath, he placed Vilya upon his finger, and the renewal began.

I love this part immensely. Not only compared to the rulership of the Noldor, but also, and now I will review the series as a whole, the whole theme you have (maybe unknowingly) chosen for these series. Both are incredible pieces on their own, but together they, to me, portray important phases in a person's life: Falling in love, celebrating love, bringing forth a new one, fighting for your generation when you really must and, when your offspring can do it own their own: set them free and remain a caretaker on the background. At this moment, I am not certain if the vignette series is finished, but so far, I have enjoyed these enormously. So thank you for sharing this work with us.

Sun Aug 13, 2006 9:12 am

Oww Ellie, your take on Elladan and Elrohir is quite refreshing. You managed to give the two of them quite a different personality with their own motives to fight for the good cause. One is driven by vengeance, the other whishes to keep the family together.

His sword, ever at his side was his lover and guardian now. His daggers and knives were the precious presence kept close to his skin. His bow and quiver of arrows were his offspring. His pleasures of the flesh were goring the meat and sinew of the enemy.

When Sauron was defeated, when this war was done, then he would take thought for a mate. Until then, his only passion would be war.

This Elladan is simply chilling and I would be far out of his way when he's on a killing spree, that's for sure!

It was up to him and his twin to be the healers for the family now. And heal they would. With knives and bows and arrows and swords of steel, they would bind Arda’s wounds, cleanse the poison from their own fëar. Then one day, when the last orc was dead, their family could be whole and well again.

And Elrohir the healer, the one that will go at length to keep them together. This makes me wonder what Elrohir would have done to persuade Arwen to stay within the family once he realises that Arwen will choose a different fate... causing a wound in the already hurt family. Ellie: your writing is such a treat to read! Thank you for sharing it!

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