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| Via Dolorosa or The Way of Sorrows by Antane | 4 Review(s) |
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| Armariel | Reviewed Chapter: 47 on 4/22/2007 |
| A "pocket of sunshine"? Very nice turn of phrase and image. The idea that Frodo would do for Sam's mother's grave as he would do for his own is very appealing. ~~~{~@ | |
| harrowcat | Reviewed Chapter: 47 on 2/13/2007 |
| I love this image of each sustaining the other and trying to outdo one another in kindness and generosity! I am merely returning the gifts of love you have unceasingly given me. I have just been working with the children preparing to receive First Holy Communion on the Offertory and Preparation of the gifts. What you say here is ringing so many bells. Author Reply: I love it too - that Sam does not realize that he's love incarnate himself, but see Frodo that way and so they were to each other. Hantanyel for all your kind reviews and continued support, my dear! :) Namarie, God bless, Antane :) | |
| Larner | Reviewed Chapter: 47 on 2/13/2007 |
| Love is that way--give and take; and these to personify it. | |
| Queen Galadriel | Reviewed Chapter: 47 on 2/12/2007 |
| Yet again, this has made me cry and smile. This brought my tears. It is before you come, when the dark presses the most, that I fear the fell voices are right after all and I am pierced by agony that I must scream out, but strangle instead until I taste blood on my tongue. Then my door opens, the light from the oil lamp in your hand wavers and bobs and I am mesmerized. I can breathe again, not the foul air of that lair, but of the sweet smell of grass and our garden. I can see again, not hundreds of eyes, but your two. I can hear, not hisses in the dark or voices that call for despair, but the soft murmur of your voice. I can feel again, not her terrible sting, but the gentle touch of your hand as you wipe at my tears. Thank you, my Sam. Oh, such agony, such that nothing can ease it. Sam can for a little while, but not forever, not much longer...*tears* Sam planting Frodo's parents' flowers is so sweet, so Sam. And I had to grin at this: You did many other things to show me how much loved me. You tried to slip in something extra to my pay each week, but I would catch you each time. You would not listen to any of my protests, saying I could spend it however I wanted, even on myself. You knew well that I wouldn’t do that so I worked extra in the garden to make up for it or tidied up a bit inside. I always tried to be careful about it so you wouldn’t find out and pay me even more. But you knew very well what I was doing the way you would look and smile at me and ask casually sometimes how some book shelf came to be suddenly more organized than usual or that you noticed that the firewood was better stocked than you remembered it being or the cold room was neater than before or remarked about the new quill and ink bottle that was on the desk. You pretended to let me have my secrets and find another way to thank me. Aw! So like them! :) God bless, Galadriel Author Reply: Glad you are enjoying, ammelda! That last was fun to write because I could see it happening - the former I could see unfortunately as well. The poor dears... Namarie, God bless, Melinyel, Antane :) | |