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| Via Dolorosa or The Way of Sorrows by Antane | 3 Review(s) |
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| Armariel | Reviewed Chapter: 14 on 10/7/2006 |
| Wow, I've fallen behind...got some catching up to do! Keep going, keep going... ~~~{~@ | |
| harrowcat | Reviewed Chapter: 14 on 10/7/2006 |
| Ooh those creepy Riders do give me the shivers.!.!.! | |
| Queen Galadriel | Reviewed Chapter: 14 on 10/6/2006 |
| Oo, very well done, Antane, all of it! First, this: I rue the day Bilbo ever found the Ring. How many, many times I have wished he hadn’t, that I hadn’t been chosen, that I was too weak to pass the Test. But there was nothing for it, as you would say, dearest Sam. Gandalf, the Lady, Lord Elrond, Faramir, they all feared to take the Ring because they knew they would fail. If those stronger and wiser than I feared it, how could they trust me? Why did they trust me? I looked back along the Road and I hated it. I hated that it was leading back home and I was being led in the opposite direction. Not even the thought of seeing Bilbo comforted me. I wanted to be home, safe and had never heard of the Ring. But wishes are meaningless things. I had to go away. I had to leave. You had to come. And I wouldn’t have wished this terrible blackness on anyone else. It had to be me. I had been chosen. But why, why? (Wait, I thought Frodo didn't know where Bilbo was?) Anyway, I notice that too often in fanfic, particularly when it comes to angst, Frodo is represented as the flawless, tragic hero who spent himself entirely without a thought for himself. He did spend himself, and he was a hero indeed, the greatest in Middle-earth. But no one, absolutely no one could do what he did and never ask why or wish it were otherwise and that it hadn't had to be him. I love how you made that point. Then I was gone. I saw them then as they were really were. I entered their pale, nightmare world. I saw light in their terrible darkness, but it was not the light that saved. I saw their crowns and helms and swords, mounted on skulls and held by skeletal arms and hands. They were nothing and everything. The tallest pierced me and it was like ice. They wanted me for their own. I don’t know that they didn’t have me in the end. *shivers* Ooooo! You convey the chilly, creepy feeling very, very well with your descriptions! God bless, Galadriel Author Reply: What a review, ammelda, hantanyel! Sorry it took so long to reply to this one, but as far as not knowing about where Bilbo was, maybe I let slip a little movie-verse in there when Gandalf tells Frodo that Bilbo's gone to stay with the Elves, but I figure that since book-Frodo knew about the surprise at the party (where movie-Frodo didn't) that he would know or at least guess that where Bilbo went due to their mutual love of Elves. And I think I read somewhere that seeing or the hope of seeing Bilbo was partly Frodo's motivation to leave. Namarie, God bless, Melinyel, Antane :) | |