Lindorien
· 6 August 2004
· Chapter 1: Among the Fields of Green
Do you know the peace that lingers now, dear lord? Do you hear the sweet trill of little birds on the downs and the long, gentle sigh of a slow south wind?
Okay - so this is poetry. you just wrote it as a sentence. I told you I liked this. I still like it. Lindorien
eokat
· 28 January 2004
· Chapter 1: Among the Fields of Green
Another deeply moving story about Rohan, I love your interpretation on it.
Author's reply
Thank you, eokat!
I just got the idea and thought that Theodred should not be too easily forgotten, and so I had his old comrade-in-arms remembering him as perhaps warriors may. Thanks for the kind words!
Cheers ~
Erin