No doubt Olorin will let me know in his own good time whether he has the ring or not XD
Do you think it's feasible that after Sauron's time in the Void, he might be taking some time to understand the world and gather information? (I'm trying to think of a good in-story reason as to why he hasn't risen to power yet.)
Yes, I’m sure he’ll advise you in time :)
Yes, I think that makes sense. After all, this is a very different world to the one he left. In some ways easier to control people, because very, very few people are going to even believe in him, which means no-one suspects anything (at least after the War of Wrath there were some who believed nothing was ‘over) in some ways harder, because he couldn’t announce himself without a huge show of power, which might literally blow up in his face if he was perceived as a threat (and he would be). So he would be in very deep cover for quite a time, just working in the shadows and like Vanimórë, accruing wealth as it would not take him long to realise money = power.I don’t know, even, how long he *has* been here, but I think he would want to become completely familiar with the workings of the world before he did anything very much. Of course there would be some people or *things* drawn to him, but it would all be very hush-hush and secret for a long time, I think.
.I suppose Olórin might still have Narya, unless the Valar took it from him.’
Vanya shook her head. ‘I do grant you it is a wonder more things have not been found.’
Oooh, do you know, I haven't actually considered whether he still has Narya in this version of events. It would make sense if he did; if the Valar had taken it away from him, I think he would have been more outspoken against them in Auld Acquaintance - but then again, surely Maglor would have sensed it, if he had it on him? Although he didn't notice it in Pilgrim until Gandalf purposely revealed it...hmmm...
I was thinking that in LOTR he never revealed it until after the War, did he? although people like Elrond, Galadriel and Círdan knew he had it. Unless Maglor did know he had it — but just never mentioned it.
As always, sighing as I read with the perfect images- the cold, steel water of the lochs, the mountains, like 'ancient titans' etc and the contrast with the rich warmth of the indoor scenes, even in the little cottage there is a warm domesticity between brother and sister at times, and then it becomes huge cosmic discussions between gods! I enjoyed seeing Vanya so comfortable in her world and Vanimore discomforted and out of his, torn between compassion and knowledge that he is just interfering as well, that he doesn't really know the answers. That last moment where he almost greets Claire is perfect. Lovely writing, spectacular scenery that you just conjure so well. I really do want more of this please.
BTW _Richard Clarke - Fabulous.
Thank you very much, Ziggy, I’m so happy you like it :) I loved spending a little more time here and up in the wintry highlands!
And I will tell Rick you liked his banner :)
I just didn’t know if it might fit in with your ‘verse in any way
LOL - if it's anyone's 'verse it's yours, you set the ball rolling with Summerland! But I like to think of it as a shared sandpit. Write whatever you like, if you have an idea that appeals :D especially since the sequel is probably going to be about ten times as long as intended...! These one shots and snippets are great, and I always get new ideas from them, as well as enjoying the wonderful prose and characters.
Well, I wouldn’t have had the idea for Summerland without reading Paradox :D But I tend to think if I write anyone a gift-fic it is theirs from thereon in. But I am glad if you get any new ideas out of them :)
Thank you again for this, it is really wonderful (I can't believe you thought of pulling it o_O it's fabulous!!!).
woman stood on the overgrown path, a motionless black shape of long cloak and pale face. As Vanimórë paused, eyes narrowing, she seemed to fold inside herself as paper chars in a fire. He stood perfectly still, waiting. A moment later and she appeared again, close to the wall and the huge yew that bowed over it. Her hands were clasped, face remote and mourning.
A haunting, a memory of sadness. Nothing there to touch, no shadow-spy of his father’s, but a grief deep enough to imprint itself on a land that could absorb emotions like blotting paper. There were many such hauntings, and all of them visible to him. Vanimórë, and those like him, walked through a world where shades and echoes were as visible as living people at times, and some of them one must needs be wary of.
I love that description - folding in on herself - that's perfect, I can see it so clearly, and I love the subtle threat that even though *this* ghost is harmless, others may not be.
And I just have to say again how much I enjoy seeing Maglor, Claire and Aelios/Coldagnir enjoying a glass of whisky together. It's all still a little tense in my story, so seeing them easy in each other's company is wonderful (I will get them to that point, but right now there's a lot to work through!).
I just didn’t know if it might fit in with your ‘verse in any way, but then I thought better to receive something than nothing, surely?
Yes, this poor ghost is no threat, but as it says in the LOTR, Sauron has many spies...and he was not called the Necromancer for nothing!
Well, this is set months after Venice, so I thought that ‘probably-maybe’ Claire and Maglor had time to get to trust Coldagnir (and Edenel) at least a bit.
Thank you, I’m thrilled you liked it!