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|A Handful of Valentines by Branwyn||23 Review(s)|
|Agape4Gondor||Reviewed Chapter: 2 on 12/31/2009|
|Absolutely delightful moment. I loved every moment of it!|
|Larner||Reviewed Chapter: 3 on 10/17/2009|
|Don't remember reading this one before, although I may well have done so--it's been several months since February, after all. I do suspect that even Aragorn saw other women who caught his attention at times, no matter what his love for Arwen; and this WAS before he and she became betrothed, after all.|
A moment of light and shadow here, reminding me of dappled sunshine between regularly spaced standards.
|Dreamflower||Reviewed Chapter: 3 on 5/10/2009|
|This is amazingly beautiful. Such a perfect picture, such a tugging at the heartstrings, such a subtle hint of bittersweet foreshadowing! I loved it.|
|Antane||Reviewed Chapter: 4 on 3/29/2008|
|Having recently listened to the BBC Radio adaptation for the 14th time of this scene of Aragorn calling Faramir back, I was struck again how easily and instantly Faramir loved Aragorn and what a strong bond they must have shared. Thank you for this little addition to that tale.|
Namarie, God bless, Antane :)
|annmarwalk||Reviewed Chapter: 1 on 3/7/2008|
|*claps hands with glee*|
I'm not generally a big fan of anthropomor_fic, and much of what I've read purporting to be Bill the Pony's take on the Fellowship has been somewhat heavy-handed and selfconscious. This tale is a refreshing change! This Bill the Pony couldn't be anything but a pony, and his thoughts are ponyish concerns - a full belly, a scratched back, apples and raisins, but also history and legends whispered late at night in the barn.
There certainly are similarities between Bill and Gimli: each are proud, suspicious, conscious of their stature as compared to their elegant, taller companions - but they are also tirelessly, ceaselessly loyal and committed to the tasks at hand. It's endearing to see them beginning to sense those qualities in each other. A very unusual, well-written tale!
|annmarwalk||Reviewed Chapter: 5 on 3/7/2008|
|(I confess I read this hurriedly when you first posted it; it's a great treat to have the opportunity to reread and savor it in a more leisurely manner this rainy, dull afternoon.)|
You don't specify either of the boys' ages here, so I'm assuming that they are both quite young. The Bestowing of the Horn come across as a quite impressive pre-coming-of-age ritual, celebrating family heritage without dangerous pointyness *g* Boromir, of course, loves this sort of thing, even at an early age, and it must have hurt his heart a bit for his adoring little brother to not get to come and worship.
I really love the way you bring out Boromir's tenderness, though, and concern for his little brother's feelings. The lodestone is an inspired touch! for Faramir was ever his brother's touchstone, his center.
|annmarwalk||Reviewed Chapter: 3 on 3/7/2008|
|When I read this story it very easy to visualize the scene, in luminous colors like a medieval Book of Hours, all deep blues and reds and gold leaf. Your use of language, too, is wonderfully rich and evocative, especially the semi-nautical terms you use to describe the sea-princess: bright as the dance of sunlight on the water; cloth rippled in waves at her feet. Thorongil's analogy (light-headed ... as if he had stared too long at the sun on the water.) is perfectly fitting for Denethor, too, bedazzled and giddy at his good fortune: his eyes flitting between his father and his bride, as he repeated the solemn words of the oath. He stumbled badly on the last line. We don't get to see this Denethor often enough! |
Your opening line They were all a little in love with her is gorgeous, and has enormous potential for plotbunny spawning: Eowyn, Lothiriel, Arwen. I don't write much from the ladies' pov's but I might be tempted here. I hope you will be, too!
|annmarwalk||Reviewed Chapter: 4 on 2/26/2008|
|What I particularly like about this are the details about Beregond refusing to leave Faramir's side, the soot and dried blood on his face, and how he just curls up on the floor when told to rest - those are all so telling of his devotion to Faramir. After having saved him from death once already during the night, he's not about to take any further chances.|
The elves found rest by gazing on green leaves or into the star-dappled heavens, and so he found new strength as he looked at his charge.Oh, that's very lovely; after a night (all right, a lifetime) of ceaseless battle, he is able to refresh his soul by practicing his healing arts. An interesting twist to "The hands of the king are the hands of a healer..." in the dichotomy of roles. Very beautifully done!
|Linda Hoyland||Reviewed Chapter: 5 on 2/26/2008|
|I loved this glimpse of the brothers.You capture them both perfectly.|
|Linda Hoyland||Reviewed Chapter: 3 on 2/26/2008|
|i often wondered what aragorn thought of Finduilas.You answer the question beautifully.|
Author Reply: Thanks for your kind review! She must have been something special if she managed to turn Denethor's head. :)