*claps hands with glee* What a great story! There's so much to love here I hardly know where to begin.
The top of his head barely reached the wizard’s belt, and perched on his silky hair was a tiny version of a scholar’s cap.
What fabulous imagery! How could Faramir be any more adorable? Or Gandalf any more amusing, and bemused?
“We must go through Poetry and Ballistics to get to the lower archive.”
“That sounds like a highly dangerous course, but I have great faith in my guide,” the wizard said as he hurried after him. Faramir walked quickly, almost at a trot, and at times he bounded ahead then circled back to wait for the wizard.
Omigosh, now he's Faramir-as-a-golden-retriever-puppy! You did find a way to make him even more adorable!
“It smells like words here,” Faramir told him, and the darkness of the archive seemed to lessen at the sound of his voice.
Ok, all kidding aside, I had to catch my breath here, because this is just perfect. All Faramir's youthful love of lore, and brightness and energy and joy he radiates just filling up the room - oh, my, oh, my.
You know, it's these tiny, perfect gems of stories, written by masterful authors like you, that continually renew my faith in our fandom. Thank you so much for continuing to share moments like these with us!
Faramir-as-a-golden-retriever-puppy Aieee! Best review comment ever! He is herding wizards. You know that Gandalf is trying not to burst out laughing during most of this fic. He isn't used to being around children, and especially not children like Faramir (and Boromir). He has spent hundreds of years searching and waiting in dark places, so I think he would be touched by Faramir's innocence and also by his mortality. Thank you for continuing offer encouragement to me and to many other writers. (Your comments are often more insightful than anything I could ever write!)
The top of his head barely reached the wizard’s belt, and perched on his silky hair was a tiny version of a scholar’s cap.
What fabulous imagery! How could Faramir be any more adorable? Or Gandalf any more amusing, and bemused?
“We must go through Poetry and Ballistics to get to the lower archive.”
“That sounds like a highly dangerous course, but I have great faith in my guide,” the wizard said as he hurried after him. Faramir walked quickly, almost at a trot, and at times he bounded ahead then circled back to wait for the wizard.
Omigosh, now he's Faramir-as-a-golden-retriever-puppy! You did find a way to make him even more adorable!
“It smells like words here,” Faramir told him, and the darkness of the archive seemed to lessen at the sound of his voice.
Ok, all kidding aside, I had to catch my breath here, because this is just perfect. All Faramir's youthful love of lore, and brightness and energy and joy he radiates just filling up the room - oh, my, oh, my.
You know, it's these tiny, perfect gems of stories, written by masterful authors like you, that continually renew my faith in our fandom. Thank you so much for continuing to share moments like these with us!
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Aieee! Best review comment ever! He is herding wizards. You know that Gandalf is trying not to burst out laughing during most of this fic. He isn't used to being around children, and especially not children like Faramir (and Boromir). He has spent hundreds of years searching and waiting in dark places, so I think he would be touched by Faramir's innocence and also by his mortality. Thank you for continuing offer encouragement to me and to many other writers. (Your comments are often more insightful than anything I could ever write!)
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