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Jul 17, 2006 22:12

Title: Gold
Author: Aramel
Rating: General
Warnings: None really.
Summary: Caranthir visits Brethil, looking for gold. Another take on Haleth/Caranthir.
A/N: Dangit, I really need to stop writing about the Feanorians. The next one will be from a pro-Valarin POV, even though I probably won't do well at it. (for some reason, I tend to side with rebels-- ( Read more... )

haleth, general fiction, aramel, aramel_calawen, caranthir

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rhapsody11 July 17 2006, 15:25:42 UTC

Oh, didn't they warn you that once you lend you ear to one of those magnificent nine, they claim you forever? *points into the direction of Maglor and Celegorm with a smile*

I love this piece, I love your way of storytelling (but I spotted at least four typo's you might want to correct) and I love your portrayal of these two. Beautifully written and a great exploration of these two (I think the silver haired, a bit snobbish lord, is Celeborn?). Did I mention beautiful? Thanks for sharing Aramel!

aramel_calawen July 18 2006, 04:14:48 UTC

I corrected what I could find. Thanks for telling me. And yes, the silver-haired lord is Celeborn. I usually portray him in a more sympathetic light, but considering that this is Haleth talking...

Oh, didn't they warn you that once you lend you ear to one of those magnificent nine, they claim you forever?

Well, I know that since I first started writing about them (blame Dawn for giving me the idea) I haven't written anything that doesn't concern them in some way.

digdigil July 17 2006, 16:29:44 UTC

Dangit, I really need to stop writing about the Feanorians.

No you don't!!! You don't! Please keep writing about them!

Your story was beautiful. I'm currently writing about this couple too, and I find them so inspiring!

He arrives when the leaves begin to fall. She has expected him, and makes him welcome. The encampment of her people is crude compared to his, she knows, but he makes no complaint, and does not even cast a glance at the low unlovely houses. She wonders how he can seem so at ease in her land, while she is so nervous in his.

This is just a great opening paragraph. It tells us so much about the characters in just a few words.

They go travelling through the woods, sometimes for weeks. They do not ride, for the undergrowth is too thick. She enjoys walking in the thick forest, her lithe form darting where he cannot easily go, scoffing at his muttered imprecations as he bangs his head against overhanging branches.I love this! That they would walk instead of ride, and that he would bang his head on the branches! It ( ... )