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| Celebrity by Bodkin | 21 Review(s) |
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| Larner | Reviewed Chapter: 1 on 6/12/2008 |
| Ah, Bodkin--this is flat marvelous. Yes, a bridge to the past, for the moment at least. Wonderfully intimate. | |
| Nieriel Raina | Reviewed Chapter: 1 on 6/12/2008 |
| Oh I like this very much. What a great look at Aragorn as king and how much has changed. Great oneshot! | |
| Redheredh | Reviewed Chapter: 1 on 6/12/2008 |
| Very nice. I like how calm and almost casual this public meeting was, with both of them playing at riddles. Of course, Pelion was a quite respectable merchant, someone that could easily approach the king in a friendly, non-threatening way. ;) Lovely writing as usual and smiling humour as well. First-person isn't that bad, now is it? A familiar pov simply told with different pronouns... ;D | |
| galimeril | Reviewed Chapter: 1 on 6/12/2008 |
| That was rather pretty! I enjoyed the interaction and you made a common situation uncommonly well-written. I hope there is more cooking in the brain-pan, your stories are always a tasty treat! Happy Summer ;D | |
| Elena Tiriel | Reviewed Chapter: 1 on 6/12/2008 |
| Hi Bodkin! An odd vignette, maybe, and a tiny bit melancholy.... And a chance for Aragorn to remember the former Strider's dear friend Halbarad. And a day when he didn't need guards and other buffers between him and the people he serves.... I really feel for how much he misses Halbarad here. Well done! - Barbara | |
| Lindelea | Reviewed Chapter: 1 on 6/12/2008 |
| Man o man, this gives me shivers. You have the capacity to plunge me into the world of your writing, the descriptions, the turns of phrase that hint at a character's sense of humour, experience, whatever (I am singularly lacking in descriptive power today, just barely rubbing two words together to make a sentence). I loved this description: Dark eyes – grey, of course, but the thundercloud grey of a summer downpour rather than the cool grey of the sea. The hair edged with wings of silver that were distinguished enough not to be hidden – tied back carelessly to announce that this person had no need to primp in front of a mirror to defend his worth. A northerner, I would say, which extended the time frame, but limited the opportunities. The battlefields of the south had, after all, held few from the northern realm. He was dressed well, but, like most of his countrymen, without the inordinate urge for display that seemed to hit those men of Gondor who had inherited, or acquired, sufficient wealth to merit the encouragement of their tailors. Shoes, not boots. And lacking the gap-legged walk of one who had spent too much of his life in the saddle. A merchant, perhaps: one wealthy enough to have his own fleet to carry trade between the kingdoms The name, called with varying degrees of impatience. The twitchy escort. Evidences of a lively wit on Pelion's part. "They don't know it yet." snort. Thank you for a lovely respite today. | |
| 6336 | Reviewed Chapter: 1 on 6/12/2008 |
| Interesting, the story of just one of many faces in a crowd. Good memories too! More please, Lynda | |
| harrowcat | Reviewed Chapter: 1 on 6/12/2008 |
| This is unusual Bodkin and I enjoyed it very much. I do a job where I meet a lot of people who expect me to remember them - and I want to. But I have a truly terrible memory for names and faces so, like Aragorn, I am constantly trying to pick up clues. | |
| Soledad | Reviewed Chapter: 1 on 6/12/2008 |
| Poor Aragorn! I guess he liked a lot more being Strider the Ranger than King of Gondor. | |
| Lady Bluejay | Reviewed Chapter: 1 on 6/12/2008 |
| The 'dash of elvish' is memorable. A lovely idea, beautifully executed, as always. LBJ | |