Halls of Stone Three: The Forging

Dec 20, 2010 11:10

Time for some metal-casting and male bonding.

No beard . ..? )

my fanfic. lotr, halls of stone

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pandemonium_213 December 21 2010, 00:49:44 UTC
By Mahal's brass balls, I love Dwarf and Elf interactions and the culture clashes that ensue, but you know that. ;^)

I had the pleasure of reading this over my lunch break today (things have calmed down a bit at the Biotech Battlement of Pharma-dûr) and thoroughly enjoyed it. Plenty of great lines in there -- the another man pumping one's bellows is an excellent euphemism, and you put it to good use. The literal bellows and forge scene is very satisfying. That worked out well, bringing the technical into the story without getting bogged down in pedantry (ahem, like, er, um, some writers are wont to do) I love the fact that they find common ground through their adoration of their respective lady loves.

Sámaril could have warned Thran about Dwarven ale, but it's about a 99.999999% certainty they wouldn't have cause to ever cross paths.

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jael_the_scribe December 23 2010, 00:32:07 UTC
Yes, Sámaril could have warned Thranduil about the ale, but where's the fun in that? There's notghing quite so amusing as seeing someone else with a killer hangover.

Thank you for advising me not to sweat the details -- considering I didn't know what I was doing. LOL

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