Love the end of this lovely chapter where there is kindness and cheer and warmth.
Finrod's language is very naughty, but then, clearly he is. And the tenderness of this meeting is lovely.
these scattered memories are, I think, an excellent way to represnet mandos. I like the simplicity of the indivudal images.
yeah, I know that feeling.... wouldn't mind Caranthir putting me to bed either:D
don't normally hop backwards and forwards in time like this, but this particular fic seemed to need it.
It worked perfectly
I have no idea why, but when I read this last night on AO3, I only got a few chapters, 4. So now I see that this is so much more -- more fascinating, more tragic, more deep and everything I have come to expect from you. It was absolutely fascinating
Author's Response: Oh, AO3 has been so glitchy since its last update! Well, I'm glad you were able to read it now :D it was an interesting one to write, I don't normally hop backwards and forwards in time like this, but this particular fic seemed to need it.
Caranthir breathed in, thinking. “It is like...great, undulating shapes of emotion, hot, fierce, frightening, utterly unbearable. And it isn't only that I can't hear the words. You know that those truly gifted with osanwé can choose the mental communications they hear, and...I suppose translate them, as one translates a written script on a page into meanings in one's mind. I cannot do that. I only feel. Do not wish for it,” he added. “It is terrible.”
This is absolutely brilliant
Author's Response: Thank you!!!