ext_1889 (![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
rubynye.livejournal.com) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
crack_van2006-04-27 10:08 am
rubynye.livejournal.com) wrote in crack_van2006-04-27 10:08 am
Entry tags:
A Light in the Window by Cuthalion (PG)
Fandom: LOTR
Pairing: if applicable, Sam/Rosie; story focus is on Elanor
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
belegcuthalion
Author Website: http://www.cuthalionsbogen.de/
Why this must be read:
I love tales of hobbit life, and this is a stellar example of such stories; this tale is quiet and sweet and conveys a plausible sense of the little settled rhythms of the Shire, while also being fascinating and about characters we know and love, and even answering questions we hadn't thought to ask.cuthalion has a beautiful command of [more than one!] language, and uses it to depict hobbit life in all its domestic glory, and set that homely beauty against the backdrop of the epic history we know, which we know has shaped and echoes in their lives even now. .
As well as for all the features within this story, I really enjoy it for some metatextual reasons as well. It's set in the universe of Pretty Good Year, a fanfic series that became a shared world. Among other features of this delightful universe, it redresses a lack; LOTR canon is rather deficient in female characters, and this story continues PGY's strong tradition of helping make up for that.
Rosie still smiled, but there was a look in her eyes Elanor didn't really understand. It was something between a joyous remembrance and deep unappeasable sorrow. Suddenly she realized that there had been a time when Rosie Gamgee was someone else than she was today - a pretty young woman, dressed in Pink, laughing and singing. But though she was a mother now and the beloved center of the household, deeply familiar to her children and husband, she still kept some secrets. Elanor looked down at the dress and felt very small and insecure for a moment.
"Want to try it? I'd like to know if it fits, dear."
The insecurity vanished; Elanor smiled and slipped into the marvel. The hem of the skirt touched her ankles, red roses entwined her shoulders and the soft, old silk rustled quietly with every movement she made. She was so happy and grateful for this precious gift that she had to stifle a shout of sheer joy.
A Light in the Window
Pairing: if applicable, Sam/Rosie; story focus is on Elanor
Author on LJ:
belegcuthalionAuthor Website: http://www.cuthalionsbogen.de/
Why this must be read:
I love tales of hobbit life, and this is a stellar example of such stories; this tale is quiet and sweet and conveys a plausible sense of the little settled rhythms of the Shire, while also being fascinating and about characters we know and love, and even answering questions we hadn't thought to ask.
cuthalion has a beautiful command of [more than one!] language, and uses it to depict hobbit life in all its domestic glory, and set that homely beauty against the backdrop of the epic history we know, which we know has shaped and echoes in their lives even now. . As well as for all the features within this story, I really enjoy it for some metatextual reasons as well. It's set in the universe of Pretty Good Year, a fanfic series that became a shared world. Among other features of this delightful universe, it redresses a lack; LOTR canon is rather deficient in female characters, and this story continues PGY's strong tradition of helping make up for that.
Rosie still smiled, but there was a look in her eyes Elanor didn't really understand. It was something between a joyous remembrance and deep unappeasable sorrow. Suddenly she realized that there had been a time when Rosie Gamgee was someone else than she was today - a pretty young woman, dressed in Pink, laughing and singing. But though she was a mother now and the beloved center of the household, deeply familiar to her children and husband, she still kept some secrets. Elanor looked down at the dress and felt very small and insecure for a moment.
"Want to try it? I'd like to know if it fits, dear."
The insecurity vanished; Elanor smiled and slipped into the marvel. The hem of the skirt touched her ankles, red roses entwined her shoulders and the soft, old silk rustled quietly with every movement she made. She was so happy and grateful for this precious gift that she had to stifle a shout of sheer joy.
A Light in the Window