Reviews (89)

Nilmandra · 31 March 2008 · Chapter 4: Trickery and Deceit

I really enjoyed Saerbellas/Saddlebags and Ecthelion's remembrances of someone trying to take off his leg. And Thorongil's idiocy that he can ride. At least he didn't go a hundred miles. Denethor and Ecthelion are great. Their conversation, argument, is from one powerful man to another powerful man. Ecthelion didn't raise a yes man for a son. I like the twist that Denethor is going to marry Finduilias for all the wrong reasons. And more interesting is that he is right about her - he foresees her unhappiness. But now he has political reasons to do it too - love and the good match weren't' enough, but getting himself in the good graces of his father over his competitor for his father's affection - that is a good enough reason. I didn't think Denethor could throw away the ring. Like the sons he raised, he is too honest. Turgon on the other hand....well, as we said, a good politician.

Nilmandra · 31 March 2008 · Chapter 3: Puzzle Box

Meckinock, you'll have to forgive me for waiting for this chapter for apparently months after it has been up. I thought we were waiting for chapter 3. My bad. Oh well, a treat for me, though as I get two chapters in one day. I like your Denethor - he is practical, cunning and very very smart. Not abusive, not an idiot, not insane. And this feels masculine to me, as how I imagine men would handle the situation. There is emotion - this is a captain who is worth dying for, after all - but it isn't smothering. I love Denethor's assessment 'He will live' - that is great. And I particularly like how Denethor is working out who Thorongil might be. The ring, not a piece of jewelry but an heirloom. The pieces of the puzzle were forming a picture he did not much like - a secret, ancient ring carried by a wandering mercenary from the North, a mercenary who looked like a Dúnadan, spoke like an Elf, and knew Númenorean history as well as he did. Denethor is wise to bring Thorongil with him on the ship, to show him the respect and courtesy he would a kinsman - a brother even - for to do less is obvious. Hold your friends close, your enemies closer! And Turgon... well, he will become a great politician.

daw the minstrel · 31 March 2008 · Chapter 4: Trickery and Deceit

A cold mist coated the fine hairs on the hand he extended out the tiny porthole of their cabin. Geez, that's a great detail. Telling, vivid, and totally uncliched. Your experience living along a river shows too. "Flat, brown water" is great. The relationship between Denethor and Thorongil is interesting to watch. That moment when they join in taking a dig at the healer, for instance, is just an instinctive alliance of two men who both see a third as an unfortunately necessary pain in the butt. And of course, Turgon joins in, beating a dead horse, so to speak. :-) And then even Ecthelion calls the guy Saddlebags. LOL. As soon as he was bathed, shaved, and dressed, he went to see his father. He should have anticipated that word of his return would race through the city, right to the seat of the Steward. You know what I like about that? It's the indirectness. It's clear what's happened, but you give the reader the chance to infer it, and I liked that a lot. You are heralded as a hero of Gondor, and I could not be prouder of you if you were my own son. I actually gasped when I read that. Ouch! Oh man, poor Finduilas. What an awkward situations. And yet, she's so bold to defy propriety and her own fears and ask Denethor to give her his answer. She could easily hidden behind her father and she didn't do that. I've always thought of her fate as tragic, but maybe it wasn't. Maybe it was the best one she could have had. Still I cringed when Denethor finally decides to marry her because he wants to thwart Thorongil and please his father. his heart was pounding like that of a thief hiding in a house at night, waiting to make off with the silver. Nice image, and appropriate too. You can see how Denethor's suspicions make sense from his POV. When he was telling Turgon about how Thorongil planned to take the throne, he just about convinced me. And you've done such a nice job of showing us Ecthelion's love of Thorongil with that scene in the Houses of Healing. Great chapter. Just great. And now I'm late for the gym.

Cairistiona · 31 March 2008 · Chapter 4: Trickery and Deceit

The plot thickens! So much to like about this chapter, but what strikes me the most is the way Denethor paints Thorongil by his own brush. Denethor's innate insecurities and, yes, bent for trickery and deceit, have him seeing the same thing in Thorongil (ironic indeed that both men have their insecurities--yet one will rise above while the other utterly sinks). Just about the time I start feeling for Denethor in the matter of Finduilas, he turns like a worm. Excellent chapter, right down to the "slightly gravy-stained banner of the Steward", which had me laughing out loud. I also enjoyed the archivist and his absent-minded search for the keys. Well done, and glad you've been able to do some writing again!

Jay of Lasgalen · 31 March 2008 · Chapter 4: Trickery and Deceit

Denethor is such a wonderfully complex character! If it wasn't for his resentment of Thorongil, it's clear they'd be friends - they have much in common. I like moment of comradeship in their needling of the poor healer! Denethor seems to be making the right decisions for the wrong reasons, and the wrong decisions for the right reasons. It's clear that he loves Finduilas, and wants to spare her sorrow, yet goes about it the wrong way. Yet when he finally does decide to marry her, it's for all the wrong reasons. I liked his exasperation with the archivist, as well - you have some wonderful OCs in this story! Jay

Gandalfs apprentice · 30 March 2008 · Chapter 4: Trickery and Deceit

Ah, another chapter at last! And the plot is thickening like oatmeal on a stove! What will Denethor do next, I wonder? Besides making Finduilas a happy woman. Clever of you to make the marriage both one of love and profoundest political calculation. I do hope to see more of the Captain in future chapters.

obsidianj · 4 January 2008 · Chapter 3: Puzzle Box

Hurrah, you updated. And I didn't even have the time to read it until now. This is another marvelous chapter. I love the way you describe Denethor. A very complex character who I come to like and be repelled off at the same time. He has all the characteristics to be a beloved leader like Thorongil, at least he knows in theory what he should do, but his character flaws put obstacles in the way, and he ends up less than he could be. So, he stands between Thorongil and Turgon as the two extremes of "leaders" and can't decide to be like either of them. His innate honor and feeling of duty stand in the way of being as shallow as Turgon, but he can't bring himself to go the extra mile to be like Thorongil. And he knows it, which makes him feel less than charitable toward Thorongil. I think you made Thorongil and Turgon the perfect foil for different aspects of Denethor's personality. In this chapter Thorongil just had to "be" there doing nothing, to be a thorn in Denethor's side and make him uncomfortable.

Cairistiona · 3 January 2008 · Chapter 3: Puzzle Box

I'm so glad you're working on this story again! And that I finally found the time to start reading it. What can I say, it's vintage meckinock. :) Denethor is not exactly a character I'm drawn to, but I'm loving the complexity you've given him. He's part noble, part knave, and inarguably human in all his strengths and weaknesses. I can see so many of the seeds that will eventually lead to his downfall being planted in this story. I get such a sense of melancholy as I read him, that forlorn feeling of "if only he'd had the strength to overcome his weaknesses, how might his fate have changed" . . . but of course, his doom is before him and unless you go completely AU, all we can do is watch the trainwreck unfold. And you are certainly guiding said train in a very believable and entertaining fashion. And then there's Turgin . . . oh, what an annoying creep! But what a realistic creep. As much as I dislike him, he keeps pulling reluctant laughter out of me. He reminds me of some of the nasty officers in Bernard Cornwell's Richard Sharpe books (yeah, I know . . . there she goes on and on about Sharpe again, but you really ought to read one, since your writing is so reminiscent of his!). Okay, sorry, got a little off track there . . . excellent story, glad you're back and can't wait to read more. ;) cairistiona

Casso · 21 November 2007 · Chapter 3: Puzzle Box

OK, OK, I know i should have read this story on this site and not over at that other one, and then when i left a review i would have seen Rays Dog's reworking of this chapter (got to luv that dog.) Anyway here's the review I left at that other site - wouldn't want you to miss it. As usual you have managed to inflict serious harm on Aragorn. I love it. (is that a bit sick) I hope the wrist and collar bone aren't his sword arm, he'll need that to run something sharp thru Denethor. Poor Denethor just can't help himself can he, what a shame he won't just aknowledge Aragorn as the King and both of them could get on with saving Gondor et al. He would have had a much more pleasant life I'm sure. Love seeing new stuff from you. Keep writing.

Dot · 21 November 2007 · Chapter 3: Puzzle Box

That opening was so tense! I was getting very worried about what might be heading towards them and was nearly as relieved as Denethor when it turned out to be Turgon & co. I suppose at least Denethor can be proud of the fact that his men know how to move quickly and quietly... I loved that moment when they approached : the faint, unavoidable noises of movement – the dull jingle of a bridle, the creak of leather; the clink of a scabbard against a stirrup. Very atmospheric! Cirion is an interesting character. At times he seems like just a petrified boy and is clearly very attached to Thorongil but he must possess a lot of courage and presence of mind if he managed to cut the rope, get the slave on the horse and bring the lads back to where Thorongil fell. I suspect that might be inner strength honed by Thorongil, hence the attachment. I can understand Denethor asking him why he’d disappeared, though – I’d probably have asked the same! Now Turgon, he has no shame. Luckily Denethor can see through him even though he has to put up with him! Of course, seeing Turgon as he is and knowing that Turgon cheerfully accepts and embraces his own faults could come in useful for Denethor. I can really feel Denethor’s unease as he becomes conscious of how many people are around when he’s still wearing Thorongil’s ring. He’s after getting himself into a situation now that he can’t get out of. He strikes me as someone who has a pretty good heart but whose pride and insecurities mean he gets deeper into situations than he intends rather than backing away. In fact, it’s probably the awareness that he’s doing something wrong that makes him feel worse so he has to find someone else to blame rather than himself. For some reason I really liked the fact that Thorongil has trained his men in healing. He’s obviously generous with his skills - and look how handy it’s come in. Of course, another reason for his popularity isn’t exactly going to go down well with Denethor. Though Denethor is probably too busy trying to piece the mystery together. The pieces of the puzzle were forming a picture he did not much like - a secret, ancient ring carried by a wandering mercenary from the North, a mercenary who looked like a Dúnadan, spoke like an Elf, and knew Númenorean history as well as he did. Oh boy. What a pity the ring wasn’t found by someone a lot more dense than Denethor. I can’t wait to see where this goes. Still, at least the stories and legends are more or less just that to the people of Gondor – I mean, who’d ever expect the king to turn up in their time? Oh, before I forget – this line was fantastic: fragments of ancient tales, long-dismissed and half-forgotten, rushed like startled pigeons to flutter against the walls of his mind. What a wonderful description. Though he derived no pleasure from seeing Thorongil indisposed, he could not help but note that the poppy would dull Thorongil’s memory of the journey, permitting, perhaps, a reconstructed version of events to be impressed upon him, should that be required later. Well! It’s fascinating to see how his mind works – very cunning, every option possible covered, just incase. And yet it all sounds so logical. I nearly found myself nodding along!! whose berths were not already spoken for by holiday travelers or holiday geese. ROTFL! Sorry, but that did make me laugh… I did feel quite sorry for Denethor as he watches the lights of the farmhouses from the boat. That mountain of fire is quite a burden for him to bear. He’s so constantly aware of its presence and it’s almost as though he can’t be completely free as long as it’s there. In a way he reminds me of Aragorn in how he carries this weight that dictates his choices and in a way limits his freedom. I though the little scene between Denethor and Turgon on the boat was interesting. Even as they bicker, Denethor is sharing his flask of brandy. He and Turgon are clearly closer than Denethor might admit. Or perhaps he’s just keeping Turgon close. Now there’s a person you’d rather was on your side than against you. Denethor seems very self-aware too. He knows he leads by respect. And there’s nothing wrong with that – undoubtedly he has many of the qualities of a good leader. But it’s a rare man who can lead by love. Turgon’s thoughts are also intriguing. I can see where he’s coming from, just as I can see why he doesn’t understand Denethor. It shows too why their king will be someone who not only comes from a humble, albeit noble, background but who, after being protected and nurtured, chooses to go and spent his life among Men, learning from them, fighting alongside them and then fighting for them. And that’s why Denethor might not be wrong about why they don’t have a king yet but he’s wrong about what a king will be. It must be odd waiting for something to happen that you don’t really believe ever will and yet feeling that little prickling of fear that perhaps it might. And then this mysterious stranger arrives with a hidden heirloom, a gift for gaining the love of those he leads and with the shadows of legend in his wake. Ok, I just realised I was rambling again instead of reviewing. Well, I really enjoyed it! And I was thrilled to see you posting again. I can’t wait for more but I’ll try and sit here patiently and let the poking and prodding up to other people… :-)

phyloxena · 19 November 2007 · Chapter 3: Puzzle Box

Poor Denethor. I love the story and the way you treat characters. Too smart for everyone's good Denethor, perfect but immobilized Thorongil, and Turgon, too. I cannot imagine Denethor thirty years later tolerating Turgon, but he(Turgon) will, probably, learn to behave by the time. "Mithrandir's pet project" theory was very close :) I cannot believe Denethor almost spilled his suspicion.

The Karenator · 19 November 2007 · Chapter 3: Puzzle Box

The PI tapped his muddy boot with the tankard he'd nearly emptied while he listened to the boy's disjointed story. A dirt clod as big as Gomer Pyle's head crumbled when it hit the floor. He glanced between his knees to the wide planks where the lumps were half-buried in powder puffs of dust and hardened food bits, then wondered if Mr. Clean could erase that. Finally he turned his eyes back up to the scrawny kid. "How did you come by this information?" Shoulders no wider than a girl's picked at the boy's thin shirt like a clothes hanger hooked to the bottom of his skull. The knobs above his arms jerked upward in a shrug. "I know this guy down at Pelargir that hauls cargo for UPS--the Unhappy Pelargir Servant Company. He told me." Johnny Halbarad beckoned the buxom brunette waiting tables with a flick of his hand. She sashayed over, rocked out an ample hip, then planted a hand with glittery blue nails that made her look like a hawk with Cover Girl stock. "Hi, my name is Loretta. What lynn I do for you?" When she laughed, her eyes closed up tighter than Hollywood during a writer's strike. "Get it. Loretta Lynn." The PI snorted and pushed his mug across the table toward her. "Yeah, sweetheart. And my name is Johnny. How about getting me another draft?" She howled with glee. "You're pulling my leg!" She snatched up the empty tankard and wobbled off through the smoky blue haze still chuckling to herself. "Johnny!" she said so loud half the room turned to see who she was calling. "So Johnny, will that be cash?" She shook from behind at her own joke, like a double-wide with a bad wheel. The PI slapped the gaping kid on the front of his chest to break the wiggling-hip-induced trance that held him tighter than a dime store garter. "Start from the beginning. Tell me what this UPS guy told you." "Okay, okay," the kid said. He wiped the drool from his lips on the arm of his dirty shirt. The PI didn't know if he could trust the kid or not. He hoped for the boss's sake the kid wasn't running one of those Gondorian Fishnet scams. Gondorians? Distant kin? That made the PI spit further than Laura Ingalls when she won her famous expectorating contest with Nelly. The guys over in Gondor thought they were tough. He'd heard all about them. Especially that kid of the Steward. Denny, the thorn. Yeah, that was his name. The guy had a reputation that preceded him like British Sterling on an adolescent runt. Speaking of peewees, he leveled his gaze on the kid like Steve Austin zooming in on a target. The kid leaned forward. "So this is what I heard, but I can't swear how much of it ain't been doctored up like a patient of Marcus Welby. That man you wanted to know about, the shirt guy that's related to the bad weather guy, Arrow Gore...." "Aragorn," the PI said. "But that's not the name he's going by. If I ever hear you say that name again, I'll knock you into outer space so fast, you'll pass the Enterprise like it's standing still. It's Thorongil. His name is Thorongil." The kid pulled one side of his lip up in an Elvis sneer while he digested this threat like a fried banana sandwich. "I like Arrow better than The Wrong Deal. I mean, what does this guy do? Sell broken swords or something?" Halbarad massaged the bridge of his nose where the throbbing went as fast as Lindsay Lohan's jail time. "Just tell me, okay?" "So," the boy said again, "this guy I know tells me this bunch of soldiers come riding up with this buckboard wagon with The Wrong Deal guy laid out on flour sacks like Dolly Madison waiting for her old man. He's pretty beat up. The Wrong Deal not Dolly's husband. He's got like this broken leg or something and he's bandaged up like The Mummy. He overhears this guy from Gondor tell somebody else from Gondor that The Mummy ain't gonna die, but he might wish he had before they got through jostling him all over the lower forty." The PI held up his hand. "Wait! Who were the guys from Gondor?" Hanger-shoulders bent again like flimsy wire. "This guy I know said he thought one of the Gondorians was the son of the kingpin..." "Stop!" Halbarad felt his face burn hotter than a Farrah Fawcett poster. "Gondor has no kingpin! Gondor needs no kingpin!" "Then one of the guys was the son of the..." "Steward." "The Steward. Fine. Can I get on with my story?" The PI nodded. "Okay, so this guy I know is listening to the son of the Steward and some other guy this guy I know thought might be his brother or brother-in-law or something, because they fussed more than Wally and the Beav. They had to be family. The family guy says to the Steward guy that he, the Steward guy, ought to dump The Wrong Deal on a slow boat to Mordor, then do a Jetson's back to Minas Tirith so he could spread the word that he beat back the Narcs single-handed. But the Steward guy said he couldn't do that because then it would look like he was trying to pull a fast one, sort of like that Harry Mudd guy who tried to pass off those women as babes when they were really just Jell-o poppers. He told the family guy that he was remarkably too subtitled to be to a courier." The kid gulped from his tankard, then thumped it back on the table. "I guess that meant he could read the family guy like the TV Guide." The PI scratched his head. "Go on." "Okay," the kid said then looked over his shoulder. "Ain't Loretta going to bring us a couple of more brews?" Loretta, Halbarad noted, was now singing karaoke with some guys wearing rhinestone shirts and cowboy hats. "In a minute," he said. "Keep going." "Well, this guy I know then got a job on this boat this other guy was taking up to Minas Tirith. The Steward guy and the family guy flashed some change in the captain's face and got them and The Wrong Deal a room on it. So this guy I know is now watching them real close because he thinks there's something stranger about them than Rod Sterling on the tea cup ride at Disney." The kid leaned in again as if to tell the PI something he didn't want anybody else's ears scooping up. "This guy I know saw the Steward guy looking at this ring before the boat shoved off. It was some kind of weird ring with two snakes wrapped around a corn dog and," he said, "it had glowing eyes." A lump the size of The Rock's biceps knotted in Halbarad's stomach, bounced up like the little white ball on 'Sing Along with Mitch' to clobber him in the brain. He ran his hand over his face to try and catch it before he lost an eye. "What color? What color were the stones?" After digging in his greasy hair for a few seconds, the kid picked at his fingernail. "Green, I think. Yeah, green. It was like all glowing and stuff." The kid locked eyeball to eyeball with Halbarad for an instant, then went on. "So when this guy I know got offered a gig on the boat, he took it. Then he watched the Steward guy and the family guy and kept an eye out for The Wrong Deal. "Then, on the boat, he heard the Steward guy and the family guy talking. The Steward guy must be planning some sort of boxing tournament or something because he's tired of looking for Don King. He said if King was going to come, he could have showed up in the last thousand years, but he ain't. But, he says, everybody in Gondor is still laying down bets because they think he's going to turn up and put his antenna on top of the sheet on the White Tower. I guess it's because they got sheets up there that they call it the White Tower. Maybe it's the laundry mat. So anyway, the family guy says his family has been working on getting in a Deer for all those years and he'd hate it if Don King shows up with boxing and people stop going to tractor pulls. Then the Steward guy said he was glad to hear that because he might need the family guy's low loader too somewhere down the road. When the family guy asked why the Steward guy might need his low loader, the Steward guy said something had happened to his duel fenders and he was going to have to answer for it." The kid fell silent. Halbarad's mouth felt as dry as Chad and Jeremy's record sells. Loretta warbled into her third tune with the rhinestone cowboys. She was as hopeless as a Monkees reunion tour. With a sigh, he prodded the boy to talk again. "What else?" "That's it," the kid said. "This guy I know is still sneaking around like Maxwell Smart on Dramamine." He grimaced. "He gets a little sick when the floor rocks like Jimi Hendrix at the Fillmore. But he's buttering up some guy named Big Leg so he can sign on with the Gondor guys when they get to Minas Tirith. He's going to send me some e-mails later when he finds out more." "E-mails?" "Yeah," the kid said with a smile he could have sold to Ipana. "They've got this really cool system, you see. When the egg guys leave early every morning to deliver eggs, they pass letters from one egg guy to another all over the country. You got a letter you give them in the morning, it's passed all the way to the ford by afternoon. Get your eggs, get your mail. And nothing don't stop them. Through all kinds of weather too. Them hens keep laying them eggs and the egg guys got to move them. It won't take more than a couple of days to get a letter up here." The PI shook his head. Man, the boss had done it this time. Aragorn had got mixed up with the mob in Gondor and getting help to him depended on a mail system as fragile as Marilyn Monroe's bra strap. That, however, would be least of his worries if the boss found out he was keeping tabs on him. Aragorn would lay his own egg. Ray's Dog Human reviewer: What a good chapter. The dialogue flowed and the imagery was outstanding. You know, I've developed a real fondness for Denethor and even wormy Turgon. They're both such good characters. You've given Denethor a complex personality that makes him sympathetic, and makes him a bit of a heel. He stole Aragorn's ring! Or at least, he borrowed it without permission. And Turgon knows he's a shallow, self-serving twerp, so I can't help but find some humor in his honesty. He might not be the most honorable guy in Minas Tirith, but he has so much personality, I love reading him. This is way too long, so I'll just end it with how I began: What a great chapter. Ray's Dog's human

perelleth · 18 November 2007 · Chapter 3: Puzzle Box

Worth the wait! I was sure that you would manage something for Karen's birthday! I have to stop and remind myself from time to time that this is a young Denethor... I think that you have nailed him so well that he sounds and acts as we would expect from bookDenethor, of course! And then there is that almost youthful light-heartedness of his exchanges with Turgon and I have to remmeber that they are two relatively young officers expecting to wield more power in the future and wavering between honour and ambitions and a wounded would-be-usurper. This story is greatly done, from the details -the clink of a scabbard against a stirrup! I really loved that moment with all that imagery, to the intriguing plot line. Now I am wondering how is Denethor to solve up this while keeping his honour intact! :-)

Anonymous · 18 November 2007 · Chapter 3: Puzzle Box

I love seeing the inner workings of Denethor's mind, I really enjoy this story!

Grumpy · 17 November 2007 · Chapter 3: Puzzle Box

Well darn it all, you would think I could spell four, why do I never see these things till I post.

grumpy · 17 November 2007 · Chapter 3: Puzzle Box

No, no, no, oh no, Denethor is putting two and two together, he must be stopped before he comes up with for. Aragorn needs a mind zapping thingy, or a wizard. Not only cann't he ride out of Dodge (Minus Tirith), but he needs to get his ring back. problems problems!

Redheredh · 17 November 2007 · Chapter 3: Puzzle Box

You've continued! *happy! happy!* Doggone, the tense beginning was both entertaining and disappointing. I guess I was hoping for Denethor to have to do a little fighting. But honestly, I shared his relief at not having to face that too. The guy continues to be such a puzzle himself. And that is such a wonderful thing! You show how and why he gets respect, if not exactly love. Now, whose to say that would not be so if there was no Thorongil to be stood up next to in comparison? Then again perhaps, a good illustration as to why no king has been - or shall be - forthcoming from the line of Hurin. The stewards that would have been good kings were too loyal accept a crown. Those that would be king lacked ability in making their people love them enough to accept them with a crown. That kind of lord would be too daunting of a ruler without the opiate of affection, just as Denethor diagnoses. Plus nowadays, they look for a miracle and are subconsciously cognizant that it does not reside in the stewards they have long known. They have to hope for someone else to come. Even he feels it, but Denethor's well-honed cynicism prevents hope. A fatal flaw later... Personally, I liked his shrewd thoughts on the poppy dose and his brother-in-law. Also, his nobility and condescendance towards those around him. He is indeed like a dose of needed medicine, having the potential for good or bad depending on the application. One has to be objective in dealing with him. It really works to have Turgon standing on the other side of the Captain-General, presenting an even greater contrast to his personality than Thorongil. We now know for sure that Turgon will do whatall Denethor says with little question. His morals appear very self-serving, not just familial. That ring, oh that ring! ;) A sharp, jewelled thorn in this lion's paw. You know, it would be real awkward for him to have to ask his dad or a certain wizard to help him figure out how to extract it. Naw, a librarian would be safer if not as quickly enlightening. But, if his suspicions are eventually confirmed that the foreign captain is indeed a distant descendant of the northern royalty, who can garner enough support, rouse enough fervor, to become king... Well, he just may have to remedy the situation himself... Sorry, just ratcheting up the intrigue a bit for my own fun. :) Great story - and so glad you posted!

Ainu Laire · 17 November 2007 · Chapter 3: Puzzle Box

About time! You are just as bad as I am (well, no, I'm actually worse) with delays ;P Well, what to say, what to say! I cannot stand Turgon, but he is a very well-written character, and I can see his point of view, even if I do not agree with him whatsoever. I cannot stand his type of mindset- elitist theories has never settled well with me. Definitely the pure-blooded American calling out right there. Doubt thoughts of "all men are equal" would settle all that well with this fellow, though, so comfortable in his rank. Denethor... I love how you write him. Gruff, but likeable. Certainly worthy of respect. I was at first surprised that he did not recognize the Ring, but then I realized that, unlike the elves, his memory is not perfect and even if he did ever see a description or illustration of the Ring of Barahir, it was probably years and years ago in learning history and he has most likely forgotten about it now. I can imagine that he will do some sleuthing, though, if he gets the chance. He's much too curious- and honestly, I would be too. I imagine that he will discover what the Ring represents- I am awfully curious as to how he is going to approach Thorongil on the topic. If he'll just never let him know, hint at it subtly, or be out-right blunt. Depends on how irked he is, I suppose, or how fearful he is of Thorongil coming to claim the throne. Hmm... I cannot see him telling Turgon- I don't think he looks *that* highly upon him. Even if he did tell Turgon, there is not much he could do about it, is there? How many more chapters would you guess this story is going to be? I imagine that it will end in a chapter or two, yes? I am really enjoying this, do update a little sooner, though, if you can! Perhaps by my 18th b-day ;) Don't be like me! ;) Cheers, Laire

Dot · 16 November 2007 · Chapter 3: Puzzle Box

YAAAAAYY!!

Gandalfs apprentice · 16 November 2007 · Chapter 3: Puzzle Box

What a treat to come back from a grueling trip to find this chapter waiting! I was beginning to despair of a continuation, but shame on me, I should know better. Your Denethor is just perfect. Canny, perceptive, and calculating. The dialogue is witty and compelling. And I can't wait to get more Thorongil! G.A.

daw the minstrel · 16 November 2007 · Chapter 3: Puzzle Box

Your Denethor is an intriguing guy. In many ways, he's a strong, admirable figure, one well suited to govern a realm in danger. He lives up to his duty, and shows a subtle understanding of court behavior. His analysis of powerful Gondorians' desire for a steward rather than a king is masterful. He's also capable of admitting Thorongil's strengths, not that he'd glad of them, but he sees them, which a lot of people can't do in a rival. And in his loneliness, he's touching. He knows he leads through respect rather than love and he sees that his father reacts to Thorongil the same way everyone else does. And there's Thorongil's ring, pressing into Denethor's palm like a literal thorn to match the figurative one Thorongil represents. This Denethor is just a wonderfully rendered character. Also, you do such nice things to convey the picture you're creating for us. Things like "a pale midday sun reflected off the river by the time they arrived at Poros Crossing" or "warrior’s hands working nimbly as a tailor’s" look simple but are devilish to do. I figure unowho is elbowing everyone around her and pointing out what a good chapter this is.

Linda Hoyland · 16 November 2007 · Chapter 3: Puzzle Box

Another gripping and enjoyable chapter.I'm delighted you have updated,thank you. I especially enjoyed the discussion on leadership and where a king might come from.

fliewatuet · 16 November 2007 · Chapter 3: Puzzle Box

Your latest chapter goes very well with a late breakfast, I must say :-) Again, your choice of language was very evocative. I particularly liked this part: The knot in is belly hardened into a rock as fragments of ancient tales, long-dismissed and half-forgotten, rushed like startled pigeons to flutter against the walls of his mind. And of course, I am more curious than ever what Denethor know has in mind, and what part Turgon will play in Denethor's plans (not that I like Turgon, not in the least).

daw the minstrel · 15 November 2007 · Chapter 2: Two of a Kind

OK. I reread. It's time.

Casso · 8 October 2007 · Chapter 2: Two of a Kind

What a treat, so beautifully written, 'the innate confidence and self-assurance that Thorongil, for all his overt humility, had never been able to conceal.' What more could an Aragorn fan ask for than an injured Thorongil in the care of Denethor and discussing love. As always looking forward to more. (nudge nudge)