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crack_van2006-05-02 09:41 pm
danachan.livejournal.com) wrote in crack_van2006-05-02 09:41 pm
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Reckoning by Aratlithiel (PG)
Fandom: THE LORD OF THE RINGS
Pairing: None
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
aratlithiel
Author Website: http://www.lightindarkplaces.net/
Why this must be read:
Aratlithiel doesn't just make sentences, she creates emotion, and Reckoning is a perfect example of this -- the pace of it, and the flow, and then you get hit in the gut by the force of it all and it leaves you gasping. Not just that, but Merry really does carry this story on his shoulders. I like reading, amongst other things, stories that make me feel, and this story does just that.
He trailed off and Pippin turned back to the road. "Yes, I suppose it has," he said softly.
"Five years," Merry murmured, more to himself than to Pippin and he scrubbed his hand over his face, blew out a heavy breath before turning thoughtfully back to his cousin. "Do you ever…" and he stopped, studied Pippin's profile, seeing again the misty dream of another held within the set of the jaw, the contour of the chin. Always there but never quite clear enough to take hold of, just enough to stir an echo of mourning mixed somehow with soft comfort and then flit away again beneath clear eyes and dauntless spirit. Merry laid a hand to the silent clock between them. "Do you think about what might--"
"All of the time," Pippin said flatly and coaxed the pony into a trot.
Reckoning
Pairing: None
Author on LJ:
aratlithielAuthor Website: http://www.lightindarkplaces.net/
Why this must be read:
Aratlithiel doesn't just make sentences, she creates emotion, and Reckoning is a perfect example of this -- the pace of it, and the flow, and then you get hit in the gut by the force of it all and it leaves you gasping. Not just that, but Merry really does carry this story on his shoulders. I like reading, amongst other things, stories that make me feel, and this story does just that.
He trailed off and Pippin turned back to the road. "Yes, I suppose it has," he said softly.
"Five years," Merry murmured, more to himself than to Pippin and he scrubbed his hand over his face, blew out a heavy breath before turning thoughtfully back to his cousin. "Do you ever…" and he stopped, studied Pippin's profile, seeing again the misty dream of another held within the set of the jaw, the contour of the chin. Always there but never quite clear enough to take hold of, just enough to stir an echo of mourning mixed somehow with soft comfort and then flit away again beneath clear eyes and dauntless spirit. Merry laid a hand to the silent clock between them. "Do you think about what might--"
"All of the time," Pippin said flatly and coaxed the pony into a trot.
Reckoning
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(Anonymous) 2006-05-04 05:17 pm (UTC)(link)E.W.