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| The Rescue by Lindelea | 2 Review(s) |
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| Lady Forlong | Reviewed Chapter: 22 on 4/18/2025 |
| Losing your wits like a Mad Baggins probably wouldn't make things any worse right now LOL Author Reply: LOL! I imagine a Mad Baggins could make quite a lot of sense if people would only listen to them! Thanks! I appreciate your reading and taking time to leave a good word or three. | |
| Leithian | Reviewed Chapter: 22 on 4/2/2025 |
| Lindelea, are you doing well? I wish there was something I could say to make you feel better. And don't you worry about your stories. They're awesome as always and I suspect that people are not leaving a lot of reviews in general. Of course you know the responses better than me but I have noticed that once there used to be around 10-15 reviews on a chapter while nowadays there aren't even 5. I miss the old atmosphere of SoA... As for the Tolly story, I'm sure your long time readers will appreciate it, he is a pretty well loved OC I think. Not as much as Ferdi but then the Fox is special. *** As for this update, oh my God!! Unfortunately some ruffians have brains in their heads. And what a diabolical and disgusting plan they have cooked up. The honorary member of the border guard has quite a lot on her plate now. I assume that both of them will have to somehow enter Tookland safely but that's not the half of it! They'll have to persuade the Thain to change strategy or something to avoid harming hobbits. Estella's internal monologue was amusing to read. I think it is a phenomenon or something... high altitude psychosis but that's at high altitudes... don't want to google right now... is it a scientific thing? Or just her normal 'wit' coming to life? The chapter has ended on quite a cliffhanger, and I am eager to know how the subsequent events will turn out. Btw I have a habit of reading reviews and somewhere you mentioned that you are planning to work on the Thain story. Ecstatic pretty much sums up my feelings. I loved the Bucca storyline and it is also interesting to see the evolution of Paladin's character from the humble farmer in 'Pearl of great price' to the grumpy old Took in 'Flames' and 'Jewel'. I think my review is getting too long, so I'll wrap it up here. Take care Author Reply: I'm doing well, thank you for asking. The past week was more stressful than usual because a close family member had a close call and ended in the hospital for a few days. Now it's as if everything is back to normal and nothing happened (this person is almost never sick at all, and has bounced back from the emergency with seemingly as much resilience as a hobbit! I'm so envious.), but last week was not fun. Meanwhile, I have to avoid RL stress as much as possible, and I'm pretty careful about doing just that. Except for the unavoidable, of course. I'm heartened to hear that Thain, though long absent, has not been forgotten. (I know Larner hasn't forgotten it, for almost every time we meet, she reminds me she's waiting for the next chapter, LOL.) I miss the old atmosphere a SoA, too. I must have been pulled away when things were at their height, and when RL finally gave me leisure time again, things had gotten quiet. I'm glad the site is still here, and people are posting stories! Some of the other archives where I had bookmarked stories on my want-to-read list are gone. Bless the SoA admins who have kept it going, even in the face of hackers. But I really miss the lively interaction, and that makes me doubly bless people who pause, even if they have nothing more to say than "Hi!" or maybe "I'm still here" or "I wonder what'll happen next?" "The honorary member of the border guard"! :grin: Master Merry just might be in for a surprise. You never know. As to the internal monologue: I've read accounts of people who struggled through life-or-death situations and described their thought process as breaking into two pieces, one telling them what to do and the other reflecting their dismay and confusion and fear. Sort of like a rational adult leading a frightened child by the hand. Except that Estella is not the kind of person to be passively led by the hand; her feisty side (like Twig razzing the Old Uncle) usually pops up. When you strip away the veneer of sweet reasonableness she wields like a shield, she has a pretty sharp (swordlike?) and sometimes acid wit. In other words, the "talking to yourself and hearing an answer" phenomenon can be a coping mechanism triggered by the survival instinct, if I'm remembering right. An older family member of mine also routinely talked aloud to themself – and answered! – as an ADHD coping mechanism to stay on track and not forget what they were doing because of distractions. Isn't the brain fascinating? I wonder if high altitude psychosis is related in some way to nitrogen narcosis, which affects sea-divers in deep water? Interesting. I'll have to look that up. I have had altitude sickness, myself, while hiking in the mountains, and had to stop 100 vertical meters short of the summit where we were going to take panoramic photos. My friend took my camera onward and took my pictures for me after we were warned that altitude sickness could be fatal if one ignorantly tried to power through it. I could still think clearly, and I didn't talk to myself (or answer!), but I had the worst headache of my life until I was able to get down to a lower altitude. Regarding subsequent events, things will continue to happen quickly from here on out, as the story is nearly finished! Though it started rather slowly, it is galloping to the ending. Here's hoping this review reply is not too long! When my coffee has not yet kicked in, I tend to ramble. Author Reply: Shoot, I just did the math, and I converted wrong just now. That time hiking in the mountains, I had to stop 30 vertical meters from the summit, even more frustrating! My brain translated 100 vertical feet to 100 vertical meters as if feet were yards... I understand that yards and meters are not quite the same, but they are close enough that the comparison made sense... until I realised I had changed feet into yards, which isn't the same at all. I'm usually better at converting to metric, but (as mentioned earlier) my coffee is only just beginning to kick in. | |