A plug and an offer
Jan. 23rd, 2005 07:38 amIf you aren't already on Lord of the Rings Fanfiction, would you join? For me? *makes puppy eyes* I'll even make you this one-time offer - join up, give me a link to your story/stories there and I will give all reviews. I don't often give reviews, but you do this favour for me, I will kick my brain hard and force reviews out of it, kicking and screaming all the way.
Or if that doesn't tickle your fancy, ask for something else. A drabble, a poem (but please don't - I stink), beta-ing or something else you were thinking of.
(If you have already joined, I'll get around to giving you a review as well.)
Thus endeth Cam's beggeth for today.
ETA: To prove Cam does as Cam says, what kittycatness asked for and Cam did.
Or if that doesn't tickle your fancy, ask for something else. A drabble, a poem (but please don't - I stink), beta-ing or something else you were thinking of.
(If you have already joined, I'll get around to giving you a review as well.)
Thus endeth Cam's beggeth for today.
ETA: To prove Cam does as Cam says, what kittycatness asked for and Cam did.
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Date: 2005-01-25 02:56 pm (UTC)Well, it's around 100 words...
Date: 2005-01-25 04:49 pm (UTC)One day, he is not there and she lingers in despair, for she has not the courage to seek his arms and not the will to walk away. And when he finally comes, she knows her life will not be as she dreamed.
But she is sleeping no more and she walks with Faramir in the gardens, leaving the lullaby behind.
Re: Well, it's around 100 words...
Date: 2005-01-26 01:16 am (UTC)Re: Well, it's around 100 words...
Date: 2005-01-26 05:22 am (UTC)You're welcome :)
Re: Well, it's around 100 words...
Date: 2005-01-28 01:42 pm (UTC)Re: Well, it's around 100 words...
Date: 2005-01-28 05:39 pm (UTC)The coward believes he will live forever
If he holds back in the battle,
But in old age he shall have no peace
Though spears have spared his limbs
(...)
Cattle die, kindred die,
Every man is mortal:
But the words' glory
Will never die
In honourable reminisce
(...)
Cattle die, kindred die,
Every man is mortal:
But I know one thing that never dies,
The glory of the great deed.
I quite agree with your view of it - when a culture is forged in battle, honouring the victorious dead seems to follow. And when you are Éowyn, bereft of any other path out of a cage of darkness, you look for all the reasons to die and none of the reasons to live. To turn around from that cannot be easy. And it takes another kind of courage to dare live when your culture honours death in battle - and a more heroic death than Èowyn's battle with the Witch-King would have brought her would be hard to find.
Re: Well, it's around 100 words...
Date: 2005-01-30 02:37 am (UTC)