Enjoyed your story of Vanimelde, the Queen who preferred to dance rather than play politics.  I think she's right that we need the nourishment of the arts to satisfy our hunger for life's meaning. Perhaps, the world would be a better place if we were all able to dance together.

I really enjoyed this, especially the throwback at the end. Lovely use of language, too.

Oh, this hurts. Well done!

Oh my heart! I came here by Tallulah's rec, and I have not regretted it. Poetry on obscure Second Age femslash ships is always something which will capture my heart, and this is gorgeous and delicate ♥♥♥. The song is haunting, and the echoes between  Yavien and her lover are beautiful!

A sad but lovely ficlet encompassing the tragedy of Ancalime's family in a few well-chosen words. ♥♥♥

I'm sorry if these one-after-anotehr reviews are creepy; I adore these stories, and Ancalime not being as heart-hearted as the histories and her grandchildren think (thought, really) her (even when still stubborn and a little arrogant) is lovely! And I do love Ancalime's granddaughter carrying on Ancalime legacy!

Thanks for referencing the bio! Love the ending to this: ‘I may be your mother but I’m also a woman.’ I know how that works, but the men/boys in close to me knew not to say things like that at a far earlier age. (Scary women in my family!)

Your Númenorean Queens themed collection reminded me of your dancing Vanimelde, and it was so lovely to reread. ♡