The Karenator
· 17 November 2003
· Chapter 8: Interlude in the Upper Tower
How do I misspell so many words...LIEGE..at least I'm consistent! Do not let Thranduil know...sheesh! That's why you're the scribe and I'm just the wine spiker! :>)
Author's reply
Hush, my precious. Ever shall I tread the paths of the nuns and light thy path to grammar. In these parlous days, thou must acknowledge thy true worth as a purveyor of prozac.
Kiss Haldir for me, and tell my Orophin that soon I shall yet again be at his side!
Humble Scribe to his Majesty Thranduil
The Karenator
· 17 November 2003
· Chapter 8: Interlude in the Upper Tower
Ah, my lady, you post with more speed than a Hobbit can consume his elevenies. And as you can see...Orophin is in great need of your comfort. Haldir has made mention of your soothing influence upon his younger brother as often as he may find a moment, but fears that your liege will cause strife should he become enlightened to Orophin's desire to capture your heart...and personage away from the king. I beseech you to be cautious in what your lord may learn of our plans.
The Lord of The House of The Golden Flower is less than a sweet bloom e'er his awakening. However, it is an understandable predicament that he finds himself in when awaken so abruptly from his slumber. He is wroth in his fatigue and the stress of keeping peace within a household that seems to wage war among themseves as readily as men shun bathing. Yet, he is a clever elf and is well versed in his dealings with The Lord of Imladris. He is ever kind in his desire to assist the young dark elf and his mortal love. Surely, it would be a hardship upon the son of your leige to have to interrupt their journey to the Havens ever so few miles to bath in cold streams. Ne'er are elves afflicted with the bodily illnesses that afflict men, but Glorfindel is wise to consider that the dark elf's companions may grow quite ill of humor should such requirements be manifest upon the trip to the fell land of New Zealand. A wise, wise elf, indeed.
And you my lady, keep your wise counsel and let not your lord hear of Orophin's wishes. T'would be ever so dangerous for the brother of Haldir and Rumil and I fear my lady, that we would be compelled to rescue you from the dungeons. Do not let slip from your memory how aggrieved your leige was when he thought that the mortal from the fell land of New York City had captured you. Be ever vigilant!
Your humble servant and Shielf Mama, The Karenator
Author's reply
Ai, ever do I savor thy words: "a household that seems to wage war among themseves as readily as men shun bathing". Such an image! Are we listening Aragorn?
Fear not over Orophin. He is a condition of my employment with my noble liege. The mortal from NYC is but gravy, and thus a concern for Thranduil as are all things that his scribe hath not written down in words of one syllable. Orophin is my breath of life! We scribes have a strong union, my lady. I lived not in NYC for 17 years without learning how to organize!
Humble Scribe to his Majesty Thranduil
meckinock
· 17 November 2003
· Chapter 0: Prologue: The Halls of Mandos
Gosh, sorry, just found this as I have been incredibly self-absorbed lately but Karen told me she's been torturing you as well so I had to go take a look. This is hysterically funny - I absolutely love it and as soon as I get these these confounded whips off my back I cannot wait to read more! (ouch)
Author's reply
Ai, a comrade of the Balrog Mama! You are welcome in our humble house! This madness has totally escalated over the weeks and only dear Karen hath kept me sane. She hath a supplier for prozac, my precious! Offend her not.
It's lovely to have a new reviewer. Let me know what you think as we tread these dangerous paths together.
Humble Scribe to his Majesty Thranduil
Hiro-tyre
· 17 November 2003
· Chapter 0: Prologue: The Halls of Mandos
Cool. I love Bryn's work. Can't wait to finish his.
Author's reply
Blessings on thee, new reviewer! I am thrilled that you have dared to set foot upon this somewhat insane path. Fear not! Thou shalt travel in the best of company! We are all totally nuts on this here bus. I would be interested to hear your thoughts along the route as the rest of us have been involved in this morass of madness for lo these many weeks. So, review, my precious! We who write live for this.
Humble Scribe to his Majesty Thranduil
Nilmandra
· 17 November 2003
· Chapter 8: Interlude in the Upper Tower
Every time I turn my back you've posted another chapter!
Glorfindel is a hoot! My Glorfindel, cloned, perfected V1.0 has very similar morning preferences and loves grapes too! Although, methinks I know where the grapes have gone.....
Well, I am glad that Zippy is on the mend and the family has made up. However, I think that Thranduil had an episode of temporary insanity and it will need to be addressed by the Valar, eventually.
I am curious to know if Galadriel objected to Elrond as her son-in-law on account of his hair color.....
Author's reply
The blanket burrower and bed hog is my particular pet. Who cannot love this cheerful elf? Oft think I that he is all that stands between Elrond and madness!
I suspect that when the new extended DVD is in my hot little hands I shall be incommunicado for at least a day or too. Purely doing research on what the sins of the Abomination may truly be you understand. Hence, I update in advance.
Humble Scribe to Thranny the Nut Job
daw the minstrel
· 17 November 2003
· Chapter 8: Interlude in the Upper Tower
NOw that was an entertaining conversation. These two are completely irreverant, especially Glorfindel. Their assessments of Galadriel, Celeborn, Thranduil, Giluviel, Legolas, Eowyn, Gil-galad, and BW were all hilarious and spot on. In the meantime, I am deeply grateful that someone would have to use the telephone to waken me and I have the ringer turned off.
Author's reply
Ah, yes! Glorfindel can always be counted upon to cut to the chase. My last perilous days with Thranny drove me to seek this overwhelming harbor of sense and decency and calm. When the ship doth go down, I wish to stand next to my Glorfy! Gil-Galad, however, would be a close second. I shudder to think what the noble spear chucker will think when Galadriel informs him that the Abomination hath reduced his role to but 5 seconds in the Prologue and that he is yet portrayed by an extra. Much wailing shall there be in our fair land!
Humble Scribe to his Majesty Thranduil
The Karenator
· 17 November 2003
· Chapter 7: The Chambers of the King
Lo! My heart is filled with a gladness that nearly cleaves my most humble heart into. Not only does our fair Zippy live, but at his side is your liege. Though your sire be far from settled in spirit, the potion, Prozac, offers hope that he shall refrain from any further tumultuous behavior and thus regaining the favor of both his sons. Alas, the dark elf is yet fond of his sire and graciously forgiving of his father's grevious error. The lighter brother has't more pain secreted in his heart, but by his mother's hand from beyond the sphere of this world, he, too, has lain aside his foul temper and once again embraced his adar. Alas, now shall the Kingdom of the Woodland Realm rejoice for her sons are safe within her bosom and a new beginning of wedded bliss is poised upon the horizon.
Oh, my dear lady, I can breathe at ease again. Your liege is in truth a kind and gentle elf. This was indeed a fell maddness that nearly took him. I still fear that the black breathe has tried to secure him, but he is ever too strong for such and broke free. What else can explain this loving adar to take up blade against his own kin? Relief, my dear scribe, absolute and complete relief is now my state. My knees have grown weak with worry and Haldir is waiting ever so patiently to carry me to his woods for much sought after rest and .....pleasure. Do join us as you are able as Haldir tells me that Orophin has asked after you and is eager for your company once again.
Your humble servant and Shield Mama, The Karenator
Author's reply
Ah, yes, we should truly see about Orophin. We have been neglecting him of late, and he has already extended one tormented toe into the coming chapter in courteous protest. He is keeping Glorindel up with his nightmares, lady. Therefore, I do consent to small leaf-counting expedition among the mellyrn. 'Twil be good for the young one to keep company yet again with his brother so I shall make the sacrifice. Did you know that one's electronic carrier pigeon can be rigged to leave a "vacation message" for that pesky mortal who doth seek me from the fell land of New York City? Gil-Galad hath taught this to me. A nifty trick he has picked up somewhere along the paths of errantry.
Forget not the balrog fingers, lady, for I fear Haldir may need a little more sustenance than grapes!
Humble Scribe to his Majesty Thranduil (who now sleepeth sweetly watched by his loving sons)
P.S.--Thinketh thou that we may encounter thy willful hobbit along our paths? If so, double the order of balrog fingers!
Marnie
· 17 November 2003
· Chapter 7: The Chambers of the King
I went away for one weekend and I missed so much! For Lo! Zippy was returned to us, and BW achieved all any Mary Sue could wish for, being at once Celeborn's daughter, Thranduil's daughter, Legolas' sister, Elrond's advisor and Arwen's best friend. And yet I still like her! Truely amazing is this turn of events, and glad I am that Thranduil stayed his hand, poor mad old elf :)
And now I am in great wonderment as to what the fell Board of Directors is being cozened to do...
Oh - loved Haldir - just as mad as Legolas, only quieter :) And of course Celeborn and Galadriel are wonderful :) I really don't know where Elrond gets this prejudice against blond elves from!
Author's reply
And, BW is still short and plain! Only her beloved (and perhaps Celeborn?) sees her as beautiful! You just wait and see what happens when she and Eowyn do their own impersonation of Mary-Sues beneath the shadow of Taur-E-Ndaedalos! Can we say artistically applied mud and strategically torn white dresses? Although, Eowyn does have this small tendency to want to take the direct approach by smiting people with her sword.
Haldir, more grapes for the assembled multitude!
Humble Scribe to his Majesty Thranduil
Cherry2000
· 16 November 2003
· Chapter 6: Before the Throne of Thranduil
This story has really shaped up to be a great piece of work. I like the character development and interaction. I also really like the mental speaking they do to themselves. It's funny how it is a little less formal than when they talk to someone else.
Looking forward to more chapters!
Author's reply
Thank you for the kind review. Alas, you have joined us at a period of great angst. Thranduil is having one of his "moments" as it were. Fear not, however, for I have managed him for many long years. I think I may need to get a bigger cage though. Just kidding! He truly is an estimable elf despite this chapter.
Humble Scribe to his Majesty Thranduil
The Karenator
· 16 November 2003
· Chapter 6: Before the Throne of Thranduil
Oh my Lady...(fumbles in pocket for a small brown vial)... after your urgent missive that I received per this electronic carrier pigeon, I did avail myself to what is deemed a 'spam link' and with great speed did purchase the potion,Prozac, that you so kindly offered as suggestion. Into your lord's finest vintage did I pound a tablet and to my great relief he made no mention of any foul flavor, but did wrinkle his nose in that manner that I am certain you have observed when some troubling thought sets upon him. For a short while I thought this sufficient, but upon hearing the peal of his anger ring throughout the halls, I have yet again fortified his wine with another of the small compact potion. Do you think this too much? I have great concern now that he kneels upon the hard stone of his throne room with both sons clasped to his breast, sobbing. You do not think this Prozac to be some agent of He Who Shall Not Be Named? Pray, my lady, have I errored and brought some fell malady upon your lord? Though I cans't help but believe that had it not been for this soothing remedy that your lord would have in his great anger caused grevious harm to his son. I pray, my lady, that I have not wronged your lord. He is most dear to me as are his sons. I wish only for them to be reunited as father and sons. It is my fondest wish that this crisis has passed and all will be well within this much beleaguered family.
Your humble servant and Shield Mama, The Karenator
Author's reply
As always, you did well. The King sleeps and I have bandaged his son's wounds. I have slipped Glorfindel one of the prozacs so that the two beloveds may lie together this night. With a slit throat, I think Zippy deserves it even if all he manages is to snore. Legolas may be a problem as he evidences an unforgiving attitude towards our liege. Zippy as ever is gentle and BW is quite used to mad Thranduil as he threw her into his dungeon when first they met. She seems to have been convinced by her beloved that this is a normal homecoming episode. Legolas, however, could be problematic. This may be yet another "issue" between father and son. Our hope is that Tingalen writes now to her beloved father, Celeborn-Who-Can-Fix-Anything.
Humble (and Harried) Scribe to his Majesty Thranduil
Nilmandra
· 16 November 2003
· Chapter 6: Before the Throne of Thranduil
I am so shocked I do not know what to say!
I can't beleive Thranduil would actually harm his son, no matter how angry he is.....surely he recalls the kinslayings and the generations of hurt....
Oh, my, but the brothers were both so brave....
I am going to go cry over both things :(
Author's reply
Well, this was a surprise even to me. It just sort of "wrote itself". I love Thranduil but something in him obviously snapped for a moment. Zippy shall find it easier to forgive than Legolas I suspect. His is the most giving nature of the brothers. The Karenator has supplied prozac and we are liberally dosing our liege's wine to keep the brothers safe.
Humble Scribe to the Lunatic Thranduil
daw the minstrel
· 16 November 2003
· Chapter 6: Before the Throne of Thranduil
No, no, no. Where is the Thranduil I know and love? A little carried away, are we? Zippy better get better.
Author's reply
Ah, well, Thranduil! Yes, I do ever love him for I am his scribe but there are times when he really goes round the bend. He does not like that his biddable son has defied him. He is more used to Legolas' defiance. The blond has ever been a problem. I mean, even as he has a knife thrust into his throat does the dark elf love his father. Tingalen better take her beloved further in hand or he shall not survive the story!
Humble Scribe to his Majesty Thranduil (aka the Wack-O)
The Karenator
· 16 November 2003
· Chapter 5: Imladris Redux
It is with regret and, yet, great relief that I inform you of your liege's near death experience. When he heard the words spoken in regards to "Lord Celeborn's wife", it was his misfortune to be dining on a bunch of the self same vintage of grapes as Haldir. I am most glad of heart to tell you that your lord will be well again. He needs only rest a short time.
This was my favorite paragraph...."Nay, I am not dead, nor even close if Lord Elrond is to be believed. I was overcome by the sun and old wounds and my lack of food and weariness, but he tells me that indeed I am not dead. I need only rest Elrond tells me and to eat more than I want. Not such a bad thing, and I am glad I am not dead. And what of yourself? Are you dead, my lady?" So...he's not dead....
And now knowing that Zippy is, yet, among the living, he and the young mortal maiden "know" each other!!? Oh, my lady, this is indeed ill news. I must tell you that I have spoken none of this to his adar and will leave that to one of his kinsmen to give such fell tidings. It might also go well for all who may to be in some other realm on that day. Haldir has long wished for me to travel to the Golden Woods and allow him to give praise of its beauty. I shall think upon this arrangement.
Alas, e'er I do depart, it behooves me to bring great praise and song to your glory for this recording of events is most well done and pleasing to the ear....(with the exception, of course, of the 'ill news'). It is truly my pleasure to embrace your words and bid you to continue in this tale. I do, however, beg that you give advice in what manner you wish to inform your liege of his son's betrothal.
Your most humble servant and Shield Mama....The Karenator
Author's reply
Ai, you know not what evil we face for even as I snatch a moment to answer you my dark elf marches to confront his father's wrath. He has offered unto his lord his own knife and his fair throat that Thranduil's blade be not stained with the blood of his son! Ai! Hast thou heard of prozac? Where may we procure it swiftly? Failing that, can you procure a barrel of Lake-Town's finest and pour it down my liege's throat? Lady, we must swiftly take steps e'er Legolas and his brother enter Mandos and, in sooth, may we all be dead and beyond even the skill of Elrond. I think that Legolas charm, while great, may not be enough to secure another chance for himself and his brother and that speaks not at all to our own lowly selves.
Haldir is ever thoughtful. I think I feel the need of a count of the mellyrn leaves in his fair forest. Canst thou fetch Asfaloth and muffle his bells so that we may make our escape?
Humble Scribe to his Majesty Thranduil
Nilmandra
· 16 November 2003
· Chapter 5: Imladris Redux
Ok, I laughed and cried, and then laughed some more, and then took something for the headache for having to read these fell speech patterns....
Can I be jealous of BW? I want an elf! I just love the thoughts of each character - and I love Zippy and Legolas being brothers and the way they are close to each other without being *too* close. And I want Galadriel to forgive Elrond. I, too, know the pain he has suffered at the loss of his lady-wife....
This is truly amazing - I am impressed you can keep up the fell speech patterns so well (and yes, I know that is not what you mean by fell speech patterns!).
Author's reply
Elrond was for you, dear lady! I told the Karenator that she might have to shelter me in her spare chamber as you were waxing wroth at my treatment of the Peredhil. I do really love Elrond. It's just that he's so controled and he's surrounded by all these heart-on-their-sleeves elves. I ache for his sorrow, but I just cannot resist. *Bad Dottir! Evil Dottir!" I think I shall retire for the nonce and eat grapes with Haldir.
Humble Scribe to his Majesty Thranduil
daw the minstrel
· 16 November 2003
· Chapter 5: Imladris Redux
"Lord Celeborn's wife" -- Yes! Yes! You go, BW. Holy cow, Zippy is Galuviel, or should I say that the other way around? And BW, that lucky girl, is in the bed with Legolas AND Zippy (and Arwen, but who cares?).
Oh yes, Galuviel and BW "know one another," in what I assume is the Biblical sense. Excellent. But where are the details? :(
The scene between Galadriel and Celeborn was beautifully done. What a sad fate Celebrian's was.
I loved the way BW was starting to talk like those around her.
Author's reply
*assumes stern posture* Details of "knowing" shall remain off page, young lady! Besides, that's what we have our lovely little imaginations for! I'm glad you liked the Celeborn/Galadriel scenes. I'm always a little nervous when I write about them for they are one of the two pairings closest to my heart. Galadriel and Celeborn and Legolas and Gimli. What an odd assortment! Love and strength and loyalty comes in all types of packaging.
I am pleased that despite being short and plain Tingalen is doing much better in elvendom than any of the Mary-Sues waiting at the Havens. Poor Gil-Galad to have them in his care! Although, he is probably the best elf for the job. Cannot imagine the noble spear carrier being vulnerable to them.
BTW, I believe yours is the fastest review I have ever received. I bow low to you.
Humble Scribe to his Majesty Thranduil
The Karenator
· 1 November 2003
· Chapter 4: The Ford at Bruinen
What is this? You, my Lady, would command the great BLOND elven lord, Glorfindel, to accompany you to the bayou bog and discharge his foresworn duty to me to slay foul demons of the comuter underworld? The palace is prepared for his arrival. A great feast has been planned and will be of the most worthy kind known to mortals as a 'hotdog supper'. Oh! what shall I do? How will I keep the peasants pleasant? Such distress has befallen me, I shall have to think on better things....(such as how to disable the Woodland King's bossy scribe....or review this story...)
Ah, my lady, another very well done chapter. Alas, it has taken a slight turn into a deeper darker wood, but I see no harm to any of our glorious heros as light still filters between the great boughs and leafy arms of the Great Wood. Our kindred are still sharp of wit and keen of arrow and blade. Evil crossed their path and the poachers were dealt with accordingly. Being one of the Southern of our kind, it is entirely still admissible to use the common and much admired defense that..."they needed killing". Nay..not one court, nor any ruler in my fair land would fail to recognize the viability of laying such claim. My lovely BLOND elven lord, Glorfindel, is truly one to be held in high esteem. Bells for Lord Elrond! How thoughtful. The young prince of Mirkwood was gently persuaded to remember his place and attire himself as befiiting his station. I must admit, he was quite fetching. This chapter has led us into the darker recesses of our kindred's minds and hearts, but I look forward to seeing what these revelations will bring us in the future. It only comfirms what we all know to be true...elves are a dangerous lot when ticked off! Carry on....:>) Karen
Author's reply
My heart my lady is filled with awe and wonder for so impressed is our noble Thranduil with your now firm grasp of the adjectival niceties of addressing his blondness, that he--dare I write these words--has agreed to substitute for the noble Glorfindel. My liege says that he has never tasted this delicacy that you name a hotdog and he is full curious. He begs me to advise you that he shall bring a few of our smaller spiders to amuse any elflings that may be in attendance. We also have vampire bats if you have neighbors that perhaps annoy you? And wargs and the odd werwolf or two if this be of interest. His majesty understands that wargs have a taste for computer repairmen.
This story is really just taking me along for the ride. Beware of any plot bunnies that Bryn may send your way. They are quite alarming at times! I think I need to let BW see what she's up against and what the her think tank employer has really unleashed. For I say unto you that we are going to well and truly take BW down the paths of mayhem and murder and she must understand. I see an arrow in the heart of the despicable LH who so cravenly wrecked her car, ate her out of house and home and then dumped her. It does not pay to let noble warriors know that a maiden has been defiled and then to walk before their bows! *humble scribe has given this fell creature the initials of a former boyfriend and is going to enjoy this--snarf, snarf, snicker!* I pray you save a spare bedroom for me for I believe the fair Nilmandra is waxing wroth at my treatment of the Peredhil and I may need to lay low soon!
Adieu, fair lady, for Glorfindel is seeking the ingredients for a Hurricane so that he may sample this libation e'er we depart!
Humble Scribe to his Majesty Thranduil
Lamiel
· 31 October 2003
· Chapter 3: The Dungeons of Thranduil
So what does BW think of being tucked into this story? Nice role for her, though, bringing final revenge on the poachers. Loved the bit with Zippy. Very cute.
Author's reply
I believe BW is fast approaching the point of no return. Does anyone remember if the Connecticut Yankee stayed in King Arthur's court? After life on the road with the Galadhrim/Wood-Elves and a sojourn in Imladris and Taur-E-Ndaedelos, not to mention the upcoming voyage to New Zealand, philology may prove too dull for this maiden. Besides, after Legolas has his revenge on the dissection team, I think BW's face may be figuring on some post office walls along with her comrades! Zippy returneth I promise you. I always liked Zippy more than Bandaid.
Thanks for the review!
Nilmandra
· 31 October 2003
· Chapter 4: The Ford at Bruinen
So, the elfling got his way! I am rather surprised that Glorfindel agreed to such bribery, such things being frowned upon by warriors of such standing, but then again, Legolas is such a cute lil elfling, who could refuse him anything?
And Asfaloth's bells! All done for the torment of Master Elrond! Oh, I am laughing so hard at Glorfindel but I am sure at some point I will need to defend my poor beleaguered half-elf. Everyone is picking on him!
Well, I am glad to see more of Gil-Galad, fine Elven King that he is. I love his current assignment - making sure the brothers Galadhrim don't break each other's necks with all the hugging. Surely he will be able to lift Elrond's spirits and free him from the tyranny of Galadriel 'she who dressed her grandsons as Galadrim and not Imladrian warriors'?
Author's reply
*repeats to herself softly - I love Master Elrond. I will be kind to Master Elrond. No, it worketh not. I feel myself slipping. The Cold One approaches. Ai!* However, I offer a ray of hope for my Aussie elf. *Stop, fell muse! His name is not really Mitzi! Gasping with laughter at the memory of that wonderful film, Scribe succumbs to yet another "bloody Madonna song"* BW may prove a kindred spirit to the Peredhil, for BW is definitely NOT blonde.
On the morrow departeth Glorfy and I to N'Awlins. He heeds not your fair counsel to avoid the Quarter at night for he has heard tell of the fatal beads of gold, green and purple and would adorn himself and Asfaloth with such rainment. Humble scribe has packed both parchment and quills as she will be deprived of her computer until the 11th. Ai! May the Valar protect me.
Humble Scribe to his Majesty Thranduil
Marnie
· 31 October 2003
· Chapter 4: The Ford at Bruinen
I do love your irrepressable Glorfindel in this, and after all the build up the explanation for the bells had me in stitches :) But at the same time I'm enjoying the twist towards a slightly darker mood. I may be sick, but I did admire Celeborn's bloody-handed mercy. I've always known he had a ruthless side.
And how nice to see Legolas in the Woodland Crown! The question is, is he going to force Glorfindel to parade in front of his men naked at any point? Just academic curiosity, you understand .
Author's reply
My take on Celeborn, and it seems to go against the mainstream opinion, is that he is the really strong one and not Galadriel. I cannot imagine her in Arda without him there but, as we know, he is able to endure without her. How is that possible? I have a few small threads of a story and I hope they grow.
Yes, I see Celeborn as having the strength to go against his inborn nature, whic is to love peace, and be primally fierce. Gil-Galad's observation that no one loves peace more than Celeborn, and that he has never been fated to have it long sums up my thinking. Think of the strength and ferocity but also pain that could engender. He who loves peace has become a great warrior and the guard of his people. Alas, Celeborn, and still you are able to love.
Elemmire
· 31 October 2003
· Chapter 4: The Ford at Bruinen
Oh...how delightful!
Parts I particularily like:
Arod eyed the other horse suspiciously for he was of the Rohirrim, and horses of the Rohirrim wear not bells.
Far better to ally their warriors with the Mad Witch of the Galadhrim than anyone else.
Glorfindel had risen two hours before his elflings.
"First, I want your word that you will never, ever refer to me or to Haldir as an ‘elfling’ again and if you slip we shall be allowed to punish you as we wish, even if it is to make you stand naked in front of your soldiers. That is the first thing."
(Will you be arranging for this to happen? ;) )
One thing, this was a little awkward:
"They kill my people or carry them into torment and in them is no mercy and thus they rob me of mine."
:),
Elemmire
Author's reply
Oh, someone likes my "mad witch"! 'Tis a line that stuck in my head for some time before I could use it. Also, Arod! I have always had a fondness for Arod. He doesn't get the press that Shadowfax does, but I think I'd rather trust myself to the little Rohirrim horse. *Stops to ponder how poor Hasufel suddenly became "BREGO" after Aragorn got pitched off that stupid warg in the "Two Towers" film. I pray that the extended DVD release will provide an explanation as I am most confused.* I am not quite sure I agree with your assessment of the "mercy" line, but I will be fine tuning this chapter and will ponder upon it. Thanks, as always, for your thoughtful reviews.
daw the minstrel
· 31 October 2003
· Chapter 4: The Ford at Bruinen
Wow, what a chapter. Your fierce Elves were wonderful. They were savage and splendid at the same time. I particularly liked Celeborn, of course. The blood on the cheeks, the explanation of the dead children, it all just blew me away.
Then you threw in the humor and I have to say I laughed out loud at Glorfindel's explanation of why Asfaloth had bells. Poor Elrond.
Author's reply
As Marnie says, Celeborn is not just "Mr. Galadriel"! I have always been fascinated by him as one of the most complex characters among the elves. To have earned the love of Galadriel, the only female of the truly powerful creatures before the War of the Rings, he must have had something very special to offer her. I have never doubted that Galadriel loves Celeborn and heeds his words. And in my mind, the elves are indeed fierce. Their time is fading but they "do not go gentle into that good night". Thank you for your perceptive reviews. I always look forward to them!
Marnie
· 30 October 2003
· Chapter 3: The Dungeons of Thranduil
And lo! Even as I reeled in laughter from the last chapter there arose a new one more funny than the last, for Thranduil was in a right snit and most amusing therewith. Right glad I am that the foul tribe of Mary Sues is imprisoned in Thranduils' dungeons, but more glad to gaze once more upon the fair form of Lord Celeborn (who's *my* alpha elf ;) ).
Yay for Celeborn, Thranduil and BW! Nay, some strange fashion of speech is upon me. Alas! I too fall beneath the fell influence of New Zealand...
More soon, please!
Oh, this is so funny, could I possibly put it on my site? The site is here:
http://www.apwl75.dsl.pipex.com/lotrfic/elfportraits.html
If you want to check it out.
Author's reply
My lady, you do me great honor. I have looked upon your site and found it fair thus is my gift to you full permission to place my story there. You have moved my heart. Ai! It is really a beautiful site. I love the illustrations, and I'm looking forward to reading some of the stories I see there. Right now I am keeping my nose to the grindstone in an attempt to finish and post a new chapter by this evening. Celeborn figures greatly in this one, and he reveals the warrior beneath the gentle wisdom. Like yourself, I was always drawn to Celeborn and his strength. While I admit I still use the book as a compact reference, few things have angered me more than Robert Foster's description of Celeborn in his "The Complete Guide to Middle Earth". A pox be upon his house! Shall we form an alliance against him? Please email me at the_long_defeat@yahoo.com if you have any questions.
Karri
· 29 October 2003
· Chapter 3: The Dungeons of Thranduil
Nay, Nay, my Lord Thranduil! You must not release this wench from thine dungeon before thy son hadst wrought his revenge upon her. Excellent chapter! You made me sniffle a bit for poor, grieving Thranduil.
Sarcastic Elf
· 29 October 2003
· Chapter 3: The Dungeons of Thranduil
Oh...my...this is hysterical. So, we finally get into the heads of those mighty Elf Lords and find out what they are really thinking. Good job. Looking forward to more ^_^.
LKK
· 29 October 2003
· Chapter 3: The Dungeons of Thranduil
Ooo... this is getting interesting, in more than just an amusing way. It's still very funny, but now there's an element of intrigue and mystery to it. I'm curious to learn more about BW, who is so obviously not of the tribe of Mary Sues, and how she came to be in Thranduil's dungeon.
Celeborn seems to be the only elf-lord who doesn't have duplicitous thoughts. Is he really as honest as he seems? Or is that merely because we haven't seen his thoughts yet? Maybe he really is an elf who says what he means. Being married to a mind-reader like Galadriel, he might have decided that honest-thinking is the best, and only, policy. LOL
LKK