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Reviews For Picking Up The Pieces
This is a great story! Maintains a wonderful tension which is really hard to do when one is writing this kind of fanfic--we all think we know what is coming next--and yet you manage to surprise us over and over again.
One of my favorite segments (and there are a number to chose from!) is this:
Calaliltië was the last thing he would ever make, he had known that even as he had set the name on the blade and put what light and hope he still had to offer into the letters. She will find it someday. Bauglir may twist the Music, but he cannot unmake it entirely. Even if the Dark One kills her as he has laughingly promised to do, that sword will still play its part in his downfall. The last tengwar on it are a prayer that it do Belegurth as much damage as his grandfather’s Ringil had and more.
Love how you manage to maintain the suspense throughout the piece and still surprise us at the end. I have read a lot of stories which intended to elicit sympathy for a sad, emo Maeglin. Hey, I was ready and willing when I picked them up--I have soft spot for ill-fated Silmarillion characters. But those Maeglin stories usually flew right by me without really piercing my heart. This one did the job.
Thank you! I'd been mulling over Maeglin for a while, meaning to do something along these lines.
I'm glad you liked that bit - I loved the idea that Maeglin managed to make that sword despite Sauron.
I don't think of him as sad, emo Maeglin so much as battered, broken Maeglin. Poor boy tried so hard, but it still wasn't enough - and it was never going to be, not when he was up against Sauron and Morgoth.
Oh. poor Maeglin! Even in death, his mind is still in Angband.
Yes, Sauron knew exactly what he was doing getting that last word in...