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| Return From the Void by Miriel | 5 Review(s) |
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| Fimbrethil | Reviewed Chapter: 10 on 6/29/2025 |
| “Would you cease your interruptions? I was thinking that since he was already a pony, how difficult would it be to simply turn him into a stallion?” Little Barrel was practically hopping from excitement. “Oh, yes! Oh please oh please oh please oh please oh please oh please—” “Enough!” Melki, Salir, and Omar shouted. Eldarion seemed not to have noticed any of the exchange, paying great attention to his dried apricot. heeheee Omar gently lifted Eldarion, who had fallen asleep, off Little Barrel. He had never felt any particular attachment to children, but something about this little made him feel almost...paternal? [hmmm hmm interesting] “Miriam would have loved this little one.” He thought sadly. Had he not decided that preserving the old ways of the Haradrim were so important, perhaps he would have been with Miriam now, surrounded by their own little ones. “Ah, dear Miriam...if only I could have another chance...” “Omar, are you simply going to stand there holding the child, or will you set him down?” Melki’s harsh voice brought him out of his thoughts. Sheepishly, he carefully laid Eldarion onto the soft grass. After making certain that Eldarion was fine, he turned to Salir and Melki. Omar had now dropped to his knees in fear. “My lord,” he whispered. Melkor nodded to Salir. “You will have heard of me.” Salir said quietly. “My name is Sauron.” Omar gasped. “I served you, my lord! In the War of the Ring!” “Yes, I know. Now, serve your master again!” “Yes, my lord!” They were silent for a moment. Then, Little Barrel stepped forward. “I, I am Saruman the Many-Colored!” Omar blinked. “Who?” “Saruman the Many-Colored!” “My apologies, I have not heard of you.” “I am the Istari responsible for the many deaths in Helm’s Deep! The Uruk-hai! The—” “Utter demise of my kingdom,” said Sauron dryly. “That was not my fault!” “Yes, it was!” Saruman turned back to Omar. “Are you certain you’ve never heard of me?” Omar shook his head. Saruman sighed, then turned back to Sauron. “It was your fault for letting the hobbit slip by!” “It was your fault for double crossing me!” Melkor waved his hand. “Enough!” They fell silent. heehee, also the part before this of course, where Morgoth explains he is Morgoth. You know, I would not be surprised if Omar behaves somewhat nicely to Eldarion. | |
| magenta | Reviewed Chapter: 10 on 8/26/2004 |
| what can i say? it's utterly fantastic! i especially like the idea of bickering dark lords (or eyeballs, as the case may be), as it is rather amusing. it's nice to see character development of "baddies". well done! more! more! :) | |
| Kitt of Lindon | Reviewed Chapter: 10 on 8/12/2004 |
| Like it? Oh, yes! At last I find myself able to review. As I have said, I am very pleased to see this updated again. If in Eldarion's place, doubtless I would have gone off with a talking pony. I can imagine Iorwen will worry. Saruman the Many-Colored? Bah! Who's ever heard of him? The story's coming along nice. Be in no rush for updates! I'll just sit here and pretend to be patient. | |
| Kitt of Lindon | Reviewed Chapter: 10 on 7/1/2004 |
| Glad you've upated! I have no time for a long review now, but I will give a longer one later, I promise. | |
| Hammerhand | Reviewed Chapter: 10 on 6/30/2004 |
| Excellent! More, more! | |