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|The Tenth Walker by Lindelea||7 Review(s)|
|Pearl Took||Reviewed Chapter: 17 on 10/5/2007|
|A beautiful and somehow lonely feeling chapter. I can feel the damp and see the grey and smell the wet earth.|
Very Well Done :-)
Author Reply: It helps, I think, to live in a cold and rainy place. *shiver* That damp cold is so much colder, somehow, than snowy cold.
|eiluj||Reviewed Chapter: 17 on 10/2/2007|
|Poor Frodo! He'd never have survived without his companions' care (including of course Bill).|
Wonderful characterization, as always. And all the little details, like hanging the packs on branches. And what seems to me (with admittedly little knowledge of horses -- though I now live next door to two of them) as a very good understanding of equines.
I loved "the very air consists of dampness" and Strider humming "strange melodies and sweet."
Author Reply: Yes, and here he thought to sneak off alone, without even his faithful Sam. (Very glad he didn't.)
Thanks for the encouragement. Being horse-crazy for half my life was probably a help, as well as personal acquaintance with several, over the years. My horse-days are done, but I still sometimes dream of that floating feeling, of being one, together. Don't know if I'm making sense--it's the wee hours and I had better go and see what's become of my pillow.
|Reviewed Chapter: 17 on 10/2/2007|
|You really capture their misery- well done!|
Author Reply: Thanks! Have been wet and miserable myself. Whew. Am glad to be warm and dry.
|harrowcat||Reviewed Chapter: 17 on 10/2/2007|
|What a treat tonight, Larner, Shirebound AND Lindelea! But I was shivering with Bill, Aragorn and the Hobbits by the time I finished reading this. *reaches for hot water bottle*|
Author Reply: Yes, isn't it a treat? Have already devoured Shirebound and Larner's postings, earlier in the day, and would love to read Thundera Tiger's latest chapter but have only had bits and snatches of time for reading today, and no time for any long chapters. Funny, how I've had time for short postings and a few drabbles today. All the time put together would have been enough for Thundera's chapter, probably, but I wince at all the interruptions that would have been involved.
Oops, though I'm feeling chatty I just looked at the clock and it's time to start dinner if we're to eat tonight!
How's your mum doing, if you don't mind my asking?
(and thanks for your comment! *hands harrowcat several hot bricks wrapped in flannel to tuck under blankets*)
|Dreamflower||Reviewed Chapter: 17 on 10/2/2007|
|Aww...poor wet, cold, hungry, miserable hobbits, Man and pony! I can just feel the misery dripping off them like the rain they are slogging through! But I do love Pippin's valiant, if vain, efforts, to raise spirits; and Merry's homesickness comes through, as he thinks of the rain perhaps having come from the Brandywine! Beautifully and subtly done!|
Author Reply: Poor everybody. Have slogged through drenching, misting rain in wilderness wanderings, where everything was damp--the clothes we had on, spare clothes, sleeping bags, tents, *everything* and remember the feeling.
And yet Pippin keeps trying, as does Merry, while Sam remains a steady rock to lean on. Whew. Hobbits are such an inspiration! (And Strider is doing his best, and so is our Bill. Poor pony. Green grass and sunshine to come, though he can't yet imagine it.)
|Larner||Reviewed Chapter: 17 on 10/2/2007|
|A miserable day for the six of them. And now all smell of "Wet whatever." And Bill still cherishes Master, and seeks all he can to not add to his discomfort! Lovely!|
Author Reply: "Wet whatever!" LOL - Right now the Writing Partner is smelling strongly of wet dog. But don't tell her that. She'd probably go and roll it all off onto the carpet, instead, and then we'd have wet dog and wet wool to smell.
|shirebound||Reviewed Chapter: 17 on 10/2/2007|
|Merry at his side, looking up, reaching steadying arms around the older cousin, talking cheerful nonsense |
That's such a sweet moment.
Author Reply: Yes, I love to think on quiet moments between the cousins. You do those very well, yourself, you know. Thanks!