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Ysilme
10/18/18 10:25 am
Narya, they're constantly touring through Europe and the USA, and sometimes even farther abroad. You might be able to find a concert close to you eventually. And I totally agree about the concert!
Narya
10/16/18 09:48 pm
Ysilme, that does sound wonderful, I am so jealous. There's something magical about a really good concert.
Narya
10/16/18 09:48 pm
Hi, Fadesintothewest! *waves* good to see you, hope work isn't too painful.
Spiced Wine
10/15/18 02:32 pm
That sounds amazing, Ysilme :)
Ysilme
10/15/18 12:19 pm
who of my music-loving OCs might be interested in playing the nyckelharpa/keyed fiddle... *ggg* )
Ysilme
10/15/18 12:18 pm
I've been to the most wonderful concert yesterday, Swedish Folk string trio Väsen. The music was so beautiful, and it felt so much like Middle-earth, too. (now I need to figure out
Ysilme
10/15/18 12:17 pm
Nice to see you popping in here, fadesintothewest! *waves* *waves generally around, too* Hope everybody else is doing well enough.
Spiced Wine
10/15/18 10:53 am
Hope you do, too, Fadesintothewest :) Good to see you!
Fadesintothewest
10/15/18 09:27 am
Just wanted to say hello. I know things are slowed down right now. I wish I could be more present but work. Looking forward to participating more soon!!!
Spiced Wine
10/14/18 12:23 pm
Sign of a good fic, if you ask me :)
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Reviews For Within a Dark Wood

Name: Spiced Wine (Signed) · Date: October 07, 2011 14:51 · For: Chapter 1
The only stories that ever stay with me are invariably ones that pierce the heart, Marchwriter, and the Silmarillion had that effect on me when I first read it. On the back of my copy some-one was quoted as calling it 'Stern, sweeping myth,' which absolutely nails it. But I read very few fanfics that can stand there with it, that are grand and poignant drama, yet moreso, because Tolkien wrote from such a distant third person POV, and this is far more personal.

Author's Response: -blushes- I don't think I've ever received such a high compliment. :) Thank you very much.


Name: Spiced Wine (Signed) · Date: October 06, 2011 22:10 · For: Chapter 1
But on the slopes of Taur-nu-Fuin, the dark woods that bordered Morgoth's realm, in a little thicket of thorn trees, he found a length of chain, the color of old blood from the onslaught of the elements. They bore iron cuffs at the end, shorn and broken by some sharp thing. Mablung did not handle them long for they looked evil, especially so stained, but he looked long on them as if recalling something familiar though he hardly knew what. Not six yards distant lay a little mound, blossoming with myriad flowers. Though autumn was dwindling into winter again, the flowers still held tenaciously to their soil: celandine, roses and dogwood in the full flush of their youth. It was odd, seeing woodland flowers in such a desolate spot of hillside as this.

For a reason he did not know, Mablung plucked a little white flower from near the head of the mound and brought it briefly to his lips as he might kiss the top of a child's head. Slipping it into his belt pouch, he quickly descended.

He was asked once upon the road if he were Noldor or an Elf of Doriath. He answered simply, "I am a friend of Beleg C


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