Comments on Eyes Like the Sea

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Awww thanks!

And your Tuor is very, very cute. (Although I personally have a penchant for men with beards! :D)

Somehow, I got it into my head that I had a reference that Tuor shaved. I might have just imagined that or extrapolated from the Numenoreans having scanty beards or none canon. Please do not tell me that is fanon! I will be embarrassed. Personally, I am not a great fan of beards (Bobby has a nice beard, however--but he is exceptionally good-looking also). I am glad you did not reject my version of Tuor because of the beard question.

Tuor, the cute guy raised by Elves, gets even better as he grows older in Gondolin, becoming "mighty in stature and in mind" (The Silm.). You will have to excuse me, I am very silly this morning.

Thanks for noticing that I just keep cranking out those bios (it's a pleasure, in general!). Speaking of this particular storyline. I seem to recall you wanted to write a bio of Voronwe? I really adore his role in this story and can see him being an awesome candidate for a bio by you.

I don't often find Idril fics--there don't seem to be too many.

this was lovely. I like how observant yet self-aware she is. She seems very confident and comfortable with herself.

Tuor sounds adorable from your description. 

I'd love to see the follow up to this, as their relationship progresses.

I always like your characters and Idril comes off as so real and sweet in this. How could she help but notice the handsome, heroic Tuor. I especially like the bit about his raggedy whiskers. :-) But of course the best part is how their shared tragic pasts make them able to bond and find happiness at last with each other.

Just copying my comment across from AO3:

Oh, this is nice, just the fic to give one a warm and fuzzy feeling on a grey morning, Oshun!
I like that glimpse of Tuor surrounded by Voronwe and his Falathrim friends.
And I like how she reminds him that she has known hardship herself and wasn't always the princess surrounded by luxury.
"I insist we consider ourselves to be equals" - what a generous and sweet thing to say.
And what a lovely ending!
Thank you very much for writing this for me!