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|Leaving Home by annmarwalk||5 Review(s)|
|Agape4Gondor||Reviewed Chapter: 1 on 8/27/2008|
|A late review is better than no review, IMHO. I printed this out last year and just now re-found it!|
Very nice tale. It rang true. The characters were great. I loved your portrayal of Faramir's son. And I too would love to join them in Edoras.
Author Reply: Any review is better than no review! It was a very odd experience for me to have such a voluble, precocious six-year-old in my head; I'm very glad his character rang true for you.
|Linda Hoyland||Reviewed Chapter: 1 on 11/27/2007|
|This story was sheet delight.Little Elboron was so real I felt he was in the room!I also loved your Faramir and Eowyn.|
Author Reply: Thank you! It's very easy to imagine Faramir and Eowyn working hard to provide their children with an idyllic childhood, isn't it?
|Branwyn||Reviewed Chapter: 1 on 11/25/2007|
|Eowyn is suspiciously eager to get this kid out of her hair for a while, isn't she? I liked how he doesn't miss anything and his mind is constantly in motion. I can understand why he had a hissy fit about the hike. After all, his father had told him that he could go along to Tinker's Creek with him. It is too funny that Elboron was worried that he would have to hunt for his food all summer in Rohan and would have only one set of clothes to wear. And he thinks of all the adults by their full names because that is only polite and proper and he is nothing if not precise. I love how he is surprised to see adults being silly and casual, just like his friends. A very funny and realistic fic!|
Author Reply: He's almost the kind of kid that parents and gradparents would just dote on, while everyone else would say, "Please, shut this kid up". I didn't mean for him to be quite so annoying. I guess that's the mother in me! Ok, maybe not so much annoying as lively and curious, as you say, with his mind going a mile a minute. Eowyn has certainly earned that restful summer. Thanks for reading and commenting!
|Raksha The Demon||Reviewed Chapter: 1 on 11/18/2007|
|Delightful and charming, just the sort of interplay I'd picture between Faramir and his son, and the visiting hobbits, along with Eowyn and Legolas. I loved the bit with Merry, who faced and struck the Witch-King, being such a big baby about having the thorn cut from his foot (though I can't blame him!). |
Author Reply: Never having had a six-year-old-boy of my own, I've sort of modeled him on a few of my friend's sons. Precocious in a very disarming sort of way, but I think all that chatter would wear me out after a bit.*g* The father-and-son relationship is
based on some folks I see often at work - the son is a high school student taking college classes with us. He and his dad obviously dote on each other - it's just a pleasure to be in their company. Such infectious affection!
Tinker's Cliffs is a real place (I've been there; I wish someone had told me my legs were too short to hike all that way); the line “Look at my calves, they are hard as rocks,” was actually said by my daughter Adventure Sally when someone commented that she seemed too petite and delicate to have hiked the 2000-mile Appalachian Trail. Ha!
Thanks for reading and commenting, Raksha!
|Larner||Reviewed Chapter: 1 on 11/16/2007|
|Oh, how wonderful a way to learn he'll be a big brother soon! And now wonder she's suggesting he go with Merry and Pippin to spend the summer with Eomer and Lothiriel!|
Such a wonderful story, Ann! I love it!
Author Reply: Thank you! This story was inspired by "In Good Company" by Foxrafer. Isn't it funny how we can have nothing going on in our heads for weeks and weeks, and then all of a sudden a word or story or image will set all the creative juices going again? You don't seem to have that problem, you lucky lady, but I'm basically a one-story-at-a-time writer; once I'm stuck, I stay stuck for a long time.
Thank you for reading and reviewing! And I deeply appreciate your lovely MEFA reviews - you're the kind of person we love to have participating.