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Comments For Embers
I was inspired by this ficlet to do a little photomanip--not directly illustrating it, but related to it.
That is beautiful, Oshun; thank you so much! I'm glad that it stays readable even considering how old this fic is!
The absence of a daughter must have chaffed Feanaro so. This line was the most thought-provoking: "a quick movement and a tumble to the floor have spared her his attentions many times..."
All I can say now is that even if I'm not a "Feanatic" already before I've read this, I'd become one after reading this. Thanks for sharing.
Yes, this scenario is a big what-if. Again, well done even in so few-words.
Strong emotions conveyed in so few words, my favorite:
"...almost, he fancied, he could hear their laments. Or were these voices in his mind? For he alone stood aside..."
You can actually speak Adûnaic? Now that is impressive. I can’t help you linguistically, although I can tell you that I like the way the words flow together (even though I can’t actually understand them). The poem itself (well, the translation, obviously) is nice: straight-ahead, but with an ending that I like very much. (“One road was crooked, one road was straight, / Now all roads lead to longing.”) It’s sad, but so beautiful.
First of all, thank you for the review - unfortunately, speaking Adûnaic is not quite the case; I started learning the grammar last year and gave up quickly because it was just too complicated, though some things did stick. Ardalambion is a wonderful resource when Tolkien's languages are concerned, and I wouldn't have managed to piece the poem together without that site.
As for the ending - I could go on and on about Tolkien's myth of the Straight Road, the Númenoreans, and the impact of choices (Ar-Pharazôn's choice to serve Sauron and so himself, and Elendil's choice to remain true to the old ways, with both being punished, each in their own way), but that would probably end up far too long for a reply here. The message just seemed fitting to sum up and end the poem, and I'm very glad it worked. Again, thank you. :)
Oh this is beautifully captured: from frustration and exhaustion to wonder & discovery. At first her weary voice shows what it is like to life with a craftsman like that, yet there is love and such proud feelings at the end. A small story told in this short form: well done!
Rhapsy, thank you for the review. I am glad you liked the story, and that Nerdanel's voice rang out so clearly - you definitely picked up on the main moods I hoped to convey. It must be especially frustrating as 'my' Nerdanel is also a near-perfectionist craftswoman and can imagine part of what it must be like to be Feanor at work and totally immersed in creation - but she also knows her limits and is constantly worried that he overtaxes his own.
As for the story length - sometimes the story determines and writes itself, so really, there is little to credit me for, but thank you anyway. :)