Athrabeth (LotR fic)

[weavilsfanfic]

This is, for the moment, posted on OSA as well. I'm thinking it won't stay there long though as it's a bit cheesy, anyway this is a conversation between Elrond and Arwen in Edoras, after the funeral of Theoden.

Comments

[kittyc1978]

Jess, I always loved writing this pair with you, and you write their tragedy so well. It always touches me. How do you get into their skin so easily? Are you secretly Peredhel? Tell the truth!

[elentari_valie]

It's not cheesy, it's BEAUTIFUL.

I cried from about 'there's no going back' on.

[rhapsody11]

There is something very fragile about this story. You give us two very strong characters who both cling on to the current and the past to remain standing.

She lay open to the ravages of time, of weather and of men. Uncertainty seemed to waft on the wind with the first chills of night. Like the sands at the edge of the shore, nothing seemed to know when it would be upset or shifted, or what its future would hold.

This is visually so strong, an image so clearly written. Your Arwen is so vulnerable here, but when you let her speak, you let us see how strong she is. But not only that: she does not hold back her pain, but knows on which she can depend on. Aragorn and their love.

I find Elrond incredibly impressive and moving. Fathers and daughters: aren't they always close? But this goes way deeper then this. Elrond is struggling, leaving his daughter behind and longing to hold Celebrian in his arms again. Just this part, Space:

Yet though their arms were linked, he was not wholly with her. The sense of him slipping from her grasp, as