Reviews (13)

Estel_Mi_Olor · 24 September 2012 · Chapter 3: Chapter Three

"and the world was grown ever so much larger and full of echoes" What a beautiful story! I love the line quoted above, for it exactly captures the emptiness that all our favorite characters must be feeling. I love how Aragorn never said Namarie, except once, the last time. And thank you for including Arwen as well. I've still got tears in my eyes : )

Adrianne · 8 July 2007 · Chapter 3: Chapter Three

"Actually, the Lady Arwen simply told me that was what happened . . ." Does she speak to you too? All these folk speak to me from time to time in softest voices that are nonetheless most profound. As for me, I cannot speak at all at this moment, my throat aches so. Thank goodness I need not a voice to tell you how exquisite this tale is. Yet even with the aid of a computer keyboard I am hard pressed to find words good enough to express how I feel about this story, your artful skill, and these beloved characters. What you have made of these last farewells amongst such loving friends is truly a tribute to all of them and to the Professor. Elessar, Legolas, Gimli, Arwen each of them in turn broke my heart. Such love, such, loyalty, such grief, such hope. I bow to you and extend my gratitude for favoring us with your gift and with this stunning story. Thank you. Adrianne

docmon · 10 May 2005 · Chapter 3: Chapter Three

What a well done story! I particularly liked the parts between Gimli & Legolas. Their interaction was heartfelt and true to their characters. When Legolas asked him "how shall I part from you?" I really felt for that elf, his grief and despair really came through. And Gimli's answer! "Best to do it sooner, when I can appreciate the sentiment. It would do me precious little favor if you spoke only to the slab marking my tomb." LOL so straightforward like Gimli, but surely harsh to Legolas's ears. And Legolas gets so riled up, in his excitement, that he's only left with the simplest of requests: come with me. Gimli's reaction is priceless and again still so in character. (Can you tell I find that important?) And while Gimli refused to say yes, you could tell he was going to. He just had to drag it out for the fun of it. Really, their banter and conversation is so genuine, I really felt you nailed these characters. Great job!

Inkling · 14 January 2005 · Chapter 3: Chapter Three

Erin, I have a theory that you can tell pretty much everything you need to know about a story within the first sentence or two. And so it was this time: the vivid imagery and language, the sheer poetry of “Sharp echoes of hoof beats battered the stone walls, as a grey horse hove near the gates of the White City” was maintained all the way through to the last gorgeous lines. I’m usually rather hobbit-centric in my fanfiction reading and writing, but I’m very glad that your ORC nomination brought this lovely story to my attention. Any plans for a sequel...or an epilogue maybe? :)

songspinner · 5 July 2004 · Chapter 3: Chapter Three

This was beautifully written - you stayed quite true to Legolas and Gimli as Tolkien wrote them, I think. The bantering was perfect and nicely balanced by the more emotional moments. You captured the great love between these two friends and between them and Aragorn, and the poetry of the last few lines was stunning.

Aloysius · 21 May 2004 · Chapter 3: Chapter Three

You craft your words with wonderful poetry and great skill. This is beautifully written and a fitting tribute both to the deeds of the Fellowship, and the enduring friendship of Elf and Dwarf. I especially love their banter towards the end. Fave lines: "I have no legs for boats." Legolas stood, watching him carefully. "Then you may sit down." Absolutley wonderful stuff!

Portia · 5 March 2004 · Chapter 3: Chapter Three

Oh, this is lovely. So sad and so sweet. The parts in the appendices that tell about Legolas and Gimli going over the sea always strike me as being painfully beautiful, and you did them justice.

grumpy · 17 February 2004 · Chapter 3: Chapter Three

wonderful story, I had to use a bunch of Kleenexes to get through it, Aragorn's death always gets to me. you have written it so well

Nikara · 17 February 2004 · Chapter 3: Chapter Three

Awesome. This was an amzing story, beautifully written. It feels very realistic, and does an incredible job of catching the emotions of both the characters and the reader. Congratulations!

rgbj · 16 February 2004 · Chapter 3: Chapter Three

Oh lovely and the dwarf and elf remained true to themselves and each other. And yes it was just too sad for me. Weeping now. Sigh.

rgbj · 16 February 2004 · Chapter 2: Chapter Two

Why am I putting myself through this? Rhetorical question. Your writing is lovely beyond compare. I suppose that is one reason. Your words are beautiful and the thoughts those words express so worth reading. Hertbreaking to see the heir to Aragorn taking up the reins his father loosed, to see the Evenstar dim and accept her final fate and to see the final two of the Fellowship begin that last journey. Nice touch the last arrow. Sigh.

rgbj · 16 February 2004 · Chapter 1: Chapter One

AUGH!!! That was a great first chapter. Very clean but lyrical language. If fits Tolkien very nicely. I hate the ending of ROTK. Sometimes I can't read it because of the sorrow. I think that is what makes it so real to those who embrace it through out their lives. And here I am actually, willingly reading a ~more~ detailed account of what might have happened. Sheesh. Am I inconsistent or what? Thank you for this so far. I hope I can stay the course and read it all.

Elena Tiriel · 16 February 2004 · Chapter 3: Chapter Three

Hi ErinRua, I've told you this before, but this is one of my top favorite handful of stories -- and I've probably read at least a thousand LoTR fanfics. The friendship between Legolas and Gimli stirs my soul, after probably the dozenth time I've read this story. Your words are magic. And I am thrilled to see that you're putting all your works up at SOA. This is a terrific site, and made even better with the presence of your stories. Best regards, Barbara