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| The Revenge of the Wood-Elf (Telerius galadh) by Orophins Dottir | 6 Review(s) |
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| technetium | Reviewed Chapter: 9 on 1/8/2004 |
| Ugh, bureaucrats. I hope LH has something nasty headed his way. I can sympathize with the delivery boy. Author Reply: He definitely got his and I enjoyed every minute of it. I gave him the initials of an old and definitely unlamented boyfriend! (If you're out there reading, Babe, you know who you are!) Ahem, thanks for the review. Humble Scribe to his Majesty Thranduil | |
| Lindorien | Reviewed Chapter: 9 on 1/7/2004 |
| This is going to be a wierd thing to say, but...this is completely believable. You've convinced me. And its FUNNY! I like funny. Author Reply: Um, I think I am a bit frightened. Convinced? Believable? Oh, well! I work Thranduil. Nothing flaps this elf! Thank you for the review. Humble Scribe to his Majesty Thranduil | |
| Nilmandra | Reviewed Chapter: 9 on 11/20/2003 |
| Ok, before I say anything else.............you called my Elrond a library rat? A rat? Rodent? I think you forget that the peredhil is also a warrior...and accomplished one.....and he and his Last Alliance battle sword still work well as a team. *grin* And Glorfindel says not to blame him - you put the words in his mouth but he claims he did not say them! Speaking of Glorfindel.......is he not to die for gorgeous? Weehee! Loved your description of him. And I anxiously await the camping of the mortals in the great wood. Oh, yes, we do. Mr. Greenleaf may shock them - - and the 'scientists' may learn that those bows and swords are not only real, the owners know how to use them! Author Reply: Ah, yes! Rat. Long-tailed rodents of the family Muridae, of the genus Rattus and related genera, distinguished from the mouse only in being larger. Ai, Elrond! Did Glorfindel say this of you? (Lady, this is the elf who bells Asfaloth to annoy his friend. Believeth thou that he would not call his friend a library rat? You wound me deeply!) I am on my third cold river today because of Glorfindel's fair visage etc. (particularly the etc.!) He is some elf and a killing machine. Thanks for the information on his skill at all weapons that you have imparted. I thought I was even more demented than usual because I couldn't pin down one in particular. Rubber swords shall be as nothing to the mighty Glorfindel! BTW, you may have loosed a plot bunny. To which of Valar would be your suggestion that Thranny supplicate himself because of his madness in his almost kinslaying? We want the boy to get off as easily as possible mind you! Humble Scribe to his Majesty Thranduil | |
| Marnie | Reviewed Chapter: 9 on 11/20/2003 |
| Oh, I love this chapter! Gandalf doing his 'I'm a harmless old man' impression; Gorgeous Glorfindel and his 'you seem to bat thine eyes with great speed at my countenance." Mr O'Lorien!! Oh and 'one of those Eastern European places. Valinor or something like that.' is a corker :) As is 'We ... have found this creature skulking in the corridors of thy keep.' Altogether one of the best so far :) Author Reply: *blushes and bows low* Thank you for your praise, for I value the words of the Celeborn keeper and ever take them to my heart. I am going to have to cheer up my liege a bit. He is still brought low by his assault upon his biddable son. We keep telling him we know he was mad at the time. (Fear not, we have carefully measured the length of his sword blade and are careful to stand well beyond its reach when e'er we speak on this tender subject.) Eowyn perchance may speak with him on Tingalen's behalf. Eowyn knows much of the madness of fathers-in-law and she has comforted Tingalen much. Humble Scribe to his Majesty Thranduil | |
| The Karenator | Reviewed Chapter: 9 on 11/20/2003 |
| Oh, my lady, I recognize the foul countenance of the one so named, LH. There is a stench that causes me to wonder if some fell, but lovely, saleslady has persuaded yon money grubber to partake in her sample of Hi Karate. It was with only some small interest that I gave notice to his raiment, but to my horror found that he adorned himself in a lime green Leisure Suit. Doth thou not find this an odd choice of garments? Does this fell creature know not how flammable such cloth is when flaming arrows are nearby? Alas, as Gandalf Greyhame hath spoken on many occasions, experience is the best teacher. Thus, if thou doth agree, we will give much due to the wizard's words and allow the lime green LH to discover this by his own wits. Heather, the female also so named The Babe, hath caught our fair Rumil's eye much to the displeasure of his brothers. Haldir is less forgiving of said attention than Orophin who doth not admit it to his older brother, but would care to learn of mating practices of such human females with paint upon their faces. He bid me hasten to add, that he himself had no desire to engage in such for his heart remains in your keeping, but for academic pursuits doth he wish to inquire. From this report, your liege hath set into play a plan worthy of the Woodland King in his thirst for revenge and to smit the enemies of Elvendom. We look to further notices of this. Haldir continues to rest comfortably. He is most dismayed that PJ failed to herald his survival at the Deep, yet he bids you continue to tell your tale for he enjoys being amused by the demise of former boyfriend's disguised as financial advisors. Truly, my lady, he laughs freely for the first time in many days. Pray continue for there is little that gladdens my heart like that of a happy elf. Your Most Humble Servant and Shield Mama, The Karenator Author Reply: Yes, Precious, keep thy silence. For revenge is a dish best eaten cold and after lo, these many years, LH is about to get what he hath coming to him! He hath been marked as a defiler of maidens among the Wood-Elves and the forces of the Mad Witch. I rejoice that Haldir is feeling better. His presence was missed by all. Assure him that Mr. Greyhame is well aware of the perils of blonde bimbettes to the tender hearts of young elves (save ever for Legolas who is so beset by them that he routinely slays them upon encountering them upon his path). The young ones shall be carefully shepherded. Of Glorfindel, none have concern. He hath too long escaped the wiles of maidens to tremble at the approach of yet another Heather. Prithee, how fareth the little Shire Rat? Humble Scribe to Mr. Greenleaf | |
| daw the minstrel | Reviewed Chapter: 9 on 11/20/2003 |
| OMG. I am an academic and you cannot imagine how familiar LH looks. Go Gandalf! I wish a party of horsemen would ride up the mall where I live. Your description of Glorfindel left me with my mouth hanging open, wiping the drool off my chin. "Mr. Findel"- LOL Oh man, I wish the meetings I went to had fruit and bread and cheese and wine at them. Too bad about the wrappings on the food. I wanted to see Orophin and Rumil picking saran wrap out of their teeth. I so look forward to having the dissection team in Thranduil's woods. Author Reply: Yes, in her checkered past, the Humble Scribe spent time working in the Development Department of a non-profit. She knows full well the machinations of donor stroking. The peasants may drink tap water, but potential donors do get wine! Glorfy in his splendor doth delight us all. I am headed for the nearest cold river myself. Glad you enjoyed the chapter! | |