Hobbit fic -- By the Falls of Imladris

[artaxastra]

Wow, it's been a long time since I posted! I blame my evil twin, selenak for this story, and penknife of course. I usually like to write pairings of older characters, but this is getting ridiculous.

Gandalf/Galadriel, the night after Thorin and the company leave Rivendell.

Comments

[penknife]

I really do love this!

[artaxastra]

I'm so glad that you do!

[artaxastra]

Thank you! I'm so pleased you like it! They were unexpectedly super fun.

[tricksterquinn]

Oh, I like that so much!

[artaxastra]

Thank you! I'm glad you liked it!

[mari4212]

Beautiful and believable. I loved this glimpse of Galadriel as a person, and the images of Gandalf with dirt stained hands. That truly does say everything that needs to be said about him.

[artaxastra]

Thank you! The dirt stained hands was something that struck me so much in the Rivendell scene, because he's obviously had time to bathe and put on clean clothes, but the grime hasn't come out. And oh yes, she's a person with weaknesses and needs of her own that the hobbits can't even imagine.

[nenya_kanadka]

Ooohhh, lovely and gorgeous. And yes, so very Blanchett and McKellan, but very much the book as well. I love Galadriel's wild passion in the old days, and the talk of how hard it is to remember that time passes so quickly for the younger races. And such affection, ah.

[artaxastra]

I'm glad you like it. I can see her being full of wild passion in the old days, the passion that led her to follow Feanor -- not out of anger at the Valar, but out of desire for the world beyond the sea.

And I'm glad the affection works. Thank you.