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Grief and Remembrance  by Rhyselle 7 Review(s)
endorearwenReviewed Chapter: 1 on 12/17/2013
An excellent story which demonstrates so powerfully the strength of the Elvenking, the resolve of the elves, and the deep rooted connection that exists between this race and Arda! It weighed heavy with the strain of their fate in witnessing all the sorrows that have befallen this wondrous creation throughout the Ages. I found the last line the most poignant of all. What greater hope could such a being have if not this thought? Very well done! :-)

LarnerReviewed Chapter: 1 on 11/12/2009
Yesterday I thought of my Air Force father, who died shortly after takeoff as the plane he piloted spun out of control into a house on the edge of the runway; of my husband, blinded in a freak accident aboard ship in the Navy; of the friend who guarded Tojo on his last night before he was hung; of my stepfather, who flew as tailgunner off a carrier in the Pacific theater against the Japanese Navy; the man who came into our antique shop to look at the Nazi knives and remembered how an SS dagger was thrust into his hands as he marched through Dachau toward the reported camp outside of it, and as its former bearer sought to flee from the retribution he knew would be his if he was identified with his former office, once the invading Americans realized what had been practiced within the camp; of my grandfather, gased in the trenches in World War I; of my ancestors, some of whom fought among Ethan Allen's Green Mountain Boys and some of whom fought among the British troops during the War of Independence; of brothers who cooked for the Army and sailed to Antarctica with the Navy; of the sister-in-law who was stationed in Reykiavic, Manila, and the western deserts of Australia as well as Oak Harbor, speeding messages on their way.

We have been warriors, pilots, teachers, railroaders, even preachers. May they all know remembrance.

Mum's the WordReviewed Chapter: 1 on 11/11/2009
Very lovely, very poignant! I love the determination to carry on, to rebuild, to remember.

Thank you, Rhyselle, and bless you.
And bless our troops and veterans.

EllynnReviewed Chapter: 1 on 11/11/2009
Very beautiful story. I especially like the last line.

shireboundReviewed Chapter: 1 on 11/11/2009
each sapling lovingly grown and tended would be planted in the name of one who had been lost. They would flourish, casting seed and nut to expand the forest even further than it had been at any time since the Silvan elves had broken away from the Great Journey to make the vast forest their home.

What a perfect remembrance... for the Elves, and for us. A very poignant tale.

curiouswombatReviewed Chapter: 1 on 11/11/2009
I, too, have thought of the terrible loses the communities of both Mirkwood and Lorien must have sustained in that battle and, like you, have thought how sad that any lost could only be reborn in the west, so forcing more and more of the wood elves to give up their own culture to travel with a hope of reunion.

Thank you so much for writing those thoughts down so beautifully.

Kaylee ArafinwielReviewed Chapter: 1 on 11/11/2009
A beautiful and touching piece, meldenya. Alas for Thranduil, that he does not know...but may his joy be infinite when he at last beholds his son!

And one day, the Elves will be reunited with their loved ones. I believe we, too, will be reunited with the ones we have lost when it is our turn to pass into the Presence.

Alaita Eru, alaita Eru!



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