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Okay, NOW Panic!  by Boz4PM 633 Review(s)
BodkinReviewed Chapter: 1 on 12/13/2005
Poor Halbarad. Inevitable, I fear, but harrowing nonetheless.

And I know someoone whose grandmother's first cousin was Wilfred Owen. Impressive, huh?

Not that it was Halbarad's patria. His king, but not his country. I look forward to discovering how his son's promise works out.

Author Reply: Not his country, perhaps, but in a way they were battling for all of Arda - if Sauron had not fallen then all of Arda would have been under darkness, so he fell for Arnor even if he died in Gondor (if you see what I mean).

KittyReviewed Chapter: 1 on 12/13/2005
Mercy, Boz! I hope you’re updating this a bit slower! I had wanted to review every chapter of „Don’t panic“, but then I had not enough time for two days and was so terribly behind I had to admit defeat!

*sniff*
What a sad beginning! I have to admit, I’d not have complained if Halbarad would’ve survived, and to the hell with canon! I loved him so much! And it was so very touching he thought of Penny even when he was dying. I was in tears about this.


Author Reply: My apologies and yes I will be posting this one a bit slower - one chapter a day I think, unless people need/want it to go any faster. I am up to chapter 15 so far, and chapter 16 is with my betas at the moment, so within two weeks or so it should be posted and up to date and then i will post 'in real time' (as it were) as I write the new chapters.

Well, as I have said elsewhere, it took all my strength to not have him survive the Pelennor and there was much discussion about it at the time amongst the readers. SO sad... :(

daw the minstrelReviewed Chapter: 1 on 12/13/2005
I cringed when I saw the chapter title. Sigh. Tolkien wasn't writing for Disney.

I wanted to ask about your source for how long it takes to make a sword, something you mentioned in "Don't Panic." Does it really take that long?

Author Reply: I hope you cringed not because you thought 'Gah, what a naff title!' but rather because you immediately guessed the content of the chapter? It's a well-known enough phrase, of course, but for me it always instantly brings to mind the Wilfred Owen poem that has that as its title and ends with the entire phrase - probably his most famous and among the most well-known of all the WW1 poems. A very bitter poem indeed that calls the phrase 'the old lie':
...If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est
Pro patria mori.

War isn't pretty, and realism is the name of the game in this fic (as ever) and this is something that will be explored in more detail and depth in later chapters.

I asked about the sword making at the time - I had intended she see the entire thing, but when I enquired on the PPC various people stepped forward with expert knowledge and also pointed me in the direction of some excellent sites of professional swordsmen, blacksmiths and reconstruction experts. Alas I have lost the links thanks to my computer hard disk going do-lally a couple of months ago, but I did research it as best I could, anyway, at the time. Yes, it would take that long. I was surprised at the time, and had to write the relevent bit as I did - namely that she had missed a good portion of the forging already. Forgive me for not being able to be more explicit with the exact sources... *thwaps Microsoft to within an inch of its life*

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