Reviews (89)

Celeste Lucretia Black · 27 May 2021 · Chapter 15: It's the Thought That Counts...

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Celeste Lucretia Black · 27 May 2021 · Chapter 13: Beyond the Sunset, O Blissful Morning

Girls...

Celeste Lucretia Black · 27 May 2021 · Chapter 7: Three Hobbits and a Little Spellcheck

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Celeste Lucretia Black · 27 May 2021 · Chapter 6: A Moment of Desperation

Oh no...

Celeste Lucretia Black · 27 May 2021 · Chapter 2: The Dwarf's Conundrum

Really, Legolas?

Celeste Lucretia Black · 27 May 2021 · Chapter 1: Ale and Conversation

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Larner · 27 March 2011 · Chapter 16: A Dream in the House of Beorn

Oh, Citrine--this has been a time for finding old fics and airing them out a bit. As are so many in this collection, this is a lovely little fic, and well, well worth reading and reading again! Dear Bilbo. And good to see you!

Larner · 27 March 2011 · Chapter 2: The Dwarf's Conundrum

Poor Gimli! Lucky they're in Valinor and none of his kindred need to ever know! Heh!

shirebound · 26 March 2011 · Chapter 16: A Dream in the House of Beorn

Oh dear, perhaps that wasn't a dream at all! I'm glad you've unearthed this wee tale.

shirebound · 26 March 2011 · Chapter 15: It's the Thought That Counts...

Poor Eowyn! May this be the most dire problem she ever has to endure again.

shirebound · 26 March 2011 · Chapter 14: Lost and Found

Yes, that was a *very* important talk. What a sweet cousin-y tale. I love stories like this.

Dreamflower · 26 March 2011 · Chapter 16: A Dream in the House of Beorn

This is just delightful! Thanks for posting it!

eiluj · 26 March 2011 · Chapter 16: A Dream in the House of Beorn

A lovely little dream/nightmare/ficlet/thing.

Dreamflower · 9 January 2007 · Chapter 15: It's the Thought That Counts...

ROTFL!! I've seen many icons with Santa hats stuck on everyone from hobbits to Saruman to Gollum to...well, let's just say I've never seen one with such an appropriate expression before!

Linda Hoyland · 9 January 2007 · Chapter 15: It's the Thought That Counts...

Just hilarious !

Raksha The Demon · 9 January 2007 · Chapter 12: Mumak

Awwwww. The poor thing. I like to believe that some of the Oliphaunts survived, or there were more back in their homelands. They didn't have a choice. It makes sense that the great animals were taken from mothers in infancy to be trained, before they grew too large to train, to be taught to obey the puny humans. Well written.

Raksha The Demon · 9 January 2007 · Chapter 15: It's the Thought That Counts...

Too funny! Faramir can read the hearts of men, but not apparently, the hearts of women, at least not in regard to gift-giving (like most men). But he did mean well. Well done! Good Arwen/Eowyn dialogue.

Larner · 9 January 2007 · Chapter 15: It's the Thought That Counts...

Oh, hilarious! Yes, only for love would she agree to wear such a thing!

Larner · 9 January 2007 · Chapter 14: Lost and Found

Yes, Frodo needs to dream of the happiness he deserves, not the quite other blessings he knew instead. He's still of the Shire now, and he has young Merry to love and guide. A lovely tale.

demeter d · 9 August 2006 · Chapter 14: Lost and Found

No, not a "goof" at all. A sweet, warm dream, a wish for the life he would have liked to have had. The whole piece is a warm little bonding moment for the two of them. The close relationship all of the Fellowship Hobbits had as grown-ups had to begin somewhere. Thank you for letting us see some of those moments!

Dreamflower · 8 August 2006 · Chapter 14: Lost and Found

This was lovely--I do adore Frodo taking care of his young cousins! As to the foreshadowing--perhaps he was getting a glimpse into some lovely AU, where he has just such a lovely long life.

Lindelea · 23 May 2006 · Chapter 13: Beyond the Sunset, O Blissful Morning

I keep getting interrupted! So you get three reviews from me for the price of one. I wanted to mention the parts where the prose is especially poetical: Pippin slowly stretched out his arm and touched Frodo's face with his cool fingers. Frodo quickly clasped the trembling hand tight against his cheek and warmed it with his breath, and kissed it. "Frodo, Frodo, I can't believe it,” Pippin murmured. “Oh, I hope I'm not dreaming again! I had a dream once, in the White City, that I had grown so very old, and Merry had left me and all I wanted to do was go home, but I couldn't find my way somehow. This is like that dream, but..." Pippin's mouth fell open, and he looked all around at the trees and blue sky as if he had never seen a tree or the sky before. "But I’m not asleep now. Where am I?" "I‘ve brought you home, Pip," Merry said. "Home at last, to stay." "Home at last," Pippin repeated, and then he began to cry. "No more tears, cousin," Frodo said, handing him a handkerchief, but at the same time he reached into his waistcoat and brought out another to mop his own face. But what was it Gandalf said about tears? "Not all tears are..." and my brain refuses to finish the thought. Ill, perhaps. (the word, not my brain. at least I hope not.) "I can't seem to help it," Pippin hiccupped, with his head on Merry's shoulder. "I don't know what I was expecting, but you're all here, and it's so good-" Here Pippin broke down, and they stood there in the sun, laughing and crying together, and Pippin's tears were like rain that washed away the lifetime of little sorrows and greater hurts that all mortals learn to bear as they walk upon the earth. Yes, very poetical. A lovely image. "Well, well, let's go on," Frodo said at last, giving his eyes a last swipe with his sleeve-his handkerchief was a wreck of sodden linen. "Bilbo is anxious to see you, and then they'll be expecting us at the Feast." Pippin looked baffled all over again. "Bilbo? Feast? Great heavens, will I have to make some sort of speech?" Pippin the Innocent once again, here, and Merry the understanding one, leading him into this new chapter. "Only a little one," Merry laughed. "You can take a hobbit out of the Shire, but one can never take the Shire out of the hobbit, and everyone will expect a bit of news and gossip from Over There." "I shall do my best then," Pippin said, wiping his eyes. "How wonderful it will be to see everyone again after so long!" "My dear 'Stell," Merry said softly, and touched Pippin's hand again. "And your Diamond, Pip. They're waiting for us." "Diamond," Pippin sighed, but this time he smiled. "And my Rose," Sam said. "And won't she scold me if I'm late!" But he laughed as he said it; so foolish it was to worry about early or late in this timeless place. Pippin looked at them all with such love and happiness in his heart that he thought it would burst. He felt like laughing and singing all at once. He felt light as a feather. He felt like the young hobbit-lad he had been so long, long ago, sitting on his pack on Frodo's doorstep, with the whole, wide world ahead of him and a great adventure about to begin. "Well, what are we waiting for?" And the bright, blithe adventurous spirit blazes forth once more. (It was only covered up by the grey for a little while) They said no more then, but joined hands and began to walk together in the soft twilight, down the Last Road that led to the bright lights and laughter of the great Feast just over the hill, in the valley where the merriment went on forever, and summer lasted for always. More poetry, indeed. Well done, and worth re-reading without interruption.

Lindelea · 23 May 2006 · Chapter 13: Beyond the Sunset, O Blissful Morning

Yes, one endless and marvellous Party, and very likely Gandalf's fireworks to look forward to, as well. You did a great job of conveying the idea of "all the time in the world" and timelessness, or "no time there" (no time, that is, to fret or to miss loved ones or whatever--no "waiting" for someone special to arrive, and yet time enough to build a bench so that somebody need not sprawl like a sack on the grass... *g*)

Baggins Babe · 22 May 2006 · Chapter 13: Beyond the Sunset, O Blissful Morning

A perfect picture of the life beyond,and how wonderful that Frodo and Bilbo are there to greet other hobbits. I like to think that is how it will be, and if our favourite Bagginses are there to greet me I shall be happy!

Inkling · 22 May 2006 · Chapter 13: Beyond the Sunset, O Blissful Morning

So Frodo, Sam and Bilbo are the official greeters of the hobbit paradise...what a delightful idea! A very sweet, tender ficlet. I did get your MEFAs message...glad to see you seem to have fallen back into the fandom! ;)