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|The Eagle on the Ramparts by Canafinwe||9 Review(s)|
|UTfrog||Reviewed Chapter: 19 on 4/28/2016|
|Somehow I never sent my thanks for this chapter. It is so very well written and so heartbreaking. Thank you so much.|
|Lyana||Reviewed Chapter: 19 on 4/18/2016|
|Well, you've done it again - completely drawn me into one of your stories! Read all of the chapters so far at a gulp. :-) I am thoroughly enjoying your character portrayals. Thank you!|
|WindSinger||Reviewed Chapter: 19 on 4/16/2016|
|Oh my! This is just SO good! It is a major treat when I find a new chapter of The Eagle on the Ramparts. Your characterizations are so well done. There are no false steps, nothing to jerk me out of the web you weave. I savor every line, every chapter, and then go back and re-read it just so I can make it last a bit longer. Thank you so much for sharing!|
|obsidianj||Reviewed Chapter: 19 on 4/16/2016|
|What a sad chapter. The aftermath of battle is never bright for the people wounded, but you made it abundantly clear how much the aftermath costs the people in charge and the wounded. The battle is over, but the captain cannot just walk away and sleep it over. The same for the healers. Their battle goes on. I especially liked the last sentence, when finally fatigue overcame Minardil and Thorongil and "The stub of one lonely candle sputtered and went out." Such a fitting end to this chapter.|
|Larner||Reviewed Chapter: 19 on 4/15/2016|
|A terrible yet worthy labor, this. I grieve that all cost Minardil and Thorongil each so much, and I do pray that the Numenorean sword is returned to the soldier that has given so much to see its condition restored. And I hope both Durion and Mallor return to themselves.|
|someone||Reviewed Chapter: 19 on 4/15/2016|
|"Thorongil did not flinch, but something black as the night Sea flashed through his eyes. Now it was Minardil who found himself retreating a pace." Not quite what would be expected of the new, painfully polite man!|
Now we know what it is that is needed to anger Thorongil. Apparently, petty behavior from men in lower places is not enough, but Denethor's is. Perhaps it is because of their near equality; Thorongil has strong opinions on how people in charge should behave and he cannot approve of Denethor's way of doing things? Interesting.
Minardil and Denethor are not the only ones feeling frustated, I am too! I would love to see Minardil hear the truth about his new soldier, but unfortunately it won't happen for the next fourty years in this story. And most likely there will be other stunned and curious people by the time the healers find out about the repair to the leg. Minas Tirith is indeed not the only place of learning in the western world...
Thorongil was so subtle in driving the people away from the tent that I didn't realize what was happening until he turned back to Mallor and started to call him back. It would have been a little too much if he had succeeded at once, but I was hoping for it anyway. It is a bit more difficult to get a chance to try that again, when Mallor is in the Houses of Healing.
There were so many good things in this chapter that I'm not going to go through them all. What I really like in this entire story so far is Aragorn as Thorongil: clearly younger and more naive than by the time of LotR, brilliant in a slightly theoretical way and curious about everything, and still inclined to believe the best of people until shown otherwise. There is something almost endearing in the way he overanalyzes situations! And the way he hides his temper behind politeness fits the character, in my opinion.
|Aromene||Reviewed Chapter: 19 on 4/14/2016|
|What a wonderful, but heartbreaking chapter. I was very sad, reading the part where Aragorn could not call Mallor back (though I hardly blame Mallor for not wanting to deal with that pain!) But despite that, beautifully written emotion all around.|
|shirebound||Reviewed Chapter: 19 on 4/14/2016|
|What a beautifully imagined and crafted tale. I was especially moved by this:|
Would there ever come a day when the shades and dissemblings might be cast aside, that he might walk in the light of day and know the sound of his own name?
|bookworm||Reviewed Chapter: 19 on 4/14/2016|
|my heart, it is broken. Such well written grief and comfort.|