FIC: [Untitled -- Possibly "Snow Blind"] (LotR)

[caras_galadhon]

Tentative Title: Snow Blind
Author: Galadriel caras_galadhon
Fandom: LotR
Pairing: Tiniest hint of A/B
Rating: G
Feedback: Always appreciated.
Disclaimer: Totally not mine, although I've been to Middle Earth New Zealand. Does that count? ...No, I didn't think so

Comments

[cinzia]

Mmm, me likes a lot.

Poor Sam, at a loss at what to do when others took upon themselves the good, honest work he felt was his right, had to be gently reprimanded by the Steward's son, sent back to sit with his slowly-thawing comrades.
I love this paragraph, because it's SO Sam. ;) And I love that it's Boromir, not Aragorn, sending him back to the fire. *huggles strong!caring!Boromir*

I wish I could tell you 'it's done', but really? I'm greedy, and I miss your FPS, so I'm sitting on my hands trying not to poke you and ask for more, for when Aragorn goes to sit beside Boromir...

On the other hand, I can see that it could be concluded there, on an open note, on the verge of Aragorn making his choice... It has a kind of poetic beauty all its own.

So. Eh. Indecisive as always, me--only trying to say, your FPS makes me happy. :)

Oh, and happy!Sean *points to icon* would love to hear that tale about him in NZ... he's so vain, really! Please humour him? ;)

[aprilkat]

This is good. If you feel the urge to continue, please do!

This shows an aspect of Boromir I love - his compassion for others, especially those weaker than he.

The flakes were soft and gentle, sticking to his skin, his eyelashes, promising blindness, covering sins.

Mmhmmm....

[ribby]

no no no! It's not possibly done yet! *grin* Not when you've left Boromir looking sad, and Aragorn in danger of freezing unless he gets out of those snow-wet clothes *right now*, preferably with Boromir in comfortable reach.

And you can't leave Aragorn angsting so much! (even if it's one of the most understated and beautiful sentences I've read in a while: The flakes were soft and gentle, sticking to his skin, his eyelashes, promising blindness, covering sins. -- *happy sigh*)

*prods gently* Finish it at some point, please? Too full of possibility (and gorgeous imagery!) to abandon!

*hugs*

~Kris

[kandadze]

The flakes were soft and gentle, sticking to his skin, his eyelashes, promising blindness, covering sins.

Me likes it *hugs*