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To Market by Antosha (PG)
Fandom: EARTHSEA
Pairing: Tenar/Flint
Length: 1650 words
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antoshevu
Author Website: On KIA Repository
Why this must be read:
The gulf between The Tombs of Atuan & Tehanu in terms of Tenar's character is huge. Le Guin tells us little about what kind of a man her deceased husband Flint was, and for those who believe Ged & Tenar are destined to be together, it's easy to forget that he ever existed. However, Tenar chose to marry Flint rather than remain Ogion's apprentice, so he must have had something that drew her to him, and she stayed with him for twenty years, so he must have had a huge influence on how her character developed during this period.
Fanfiction that explores Flint is sadly rare, and the little that exists mostly takes Tenar's point of view. 'To Market' allows Flint to tell us the story of his first meeting with Tenar, and the ghost of the character in Tehanu really comes alive in this subtle, well-shaped vignette. In a move that mirrors Tenar's grief for him at the opening of Tehanu, Antosha takes the unusual step of making him an older grieving widower, which feels surprisingly plausible. The story also features a lovely bonus cameo from Ogion.
Flint couldn't have said how long he had sat there, reins dropped from his fingers, mind elsewhere... A dry land. Mountains like cut glass.
Nonsense. Foolishness. Imaginings.
Shaking his head, he slid from the cart's seat to the ground, walking to drag the oxen away from the mountain clover into which they'd driven him while he’d been woolgathering.
Silliness.
Loam would have t'sked at him. And then she would have gone back to baking pies for the workers' supper or going over the bewildering slate full of numbers she kept for the farm. He was no good with numbers. No good with baking, when it came to that.
Eighteen months, and he was thinking about her more now than when the spotted fever took her.
To Market by Antosha
Pairing: Tenar/Flint
Length: 1650 words
Author on LJ:
antoshevuAuthor Website: On KIA Repository
Why this must be read:
The gulf between The Tombs of Atuan & Tehanu in terms of Tenar's character is huge. Le Guin tells us little about what kind of a man her deceased husband Flint was, and for those who believe Ged & Tenar are destined to be together, it's easy to forget that he ever existed. However, Tenar chose to marry Flint rather than remain Ogion's apprentice, so he must have had something that drew her to him, and she stayed with him for twenty years, so he must have had a huge influence on how her character developed during this period.
Fanfiction that explores Flint is sadly rare, and the little that exists mostly takes Tenar's point of view. 'To Market' allows Flint to tell us the story of his first meeting with Tenar, and the ghost of the character in Tehanu really comes alive in this subtle, well-shaped vignette. In a move that mirrors Tenar's grief for him at the opening of Tehanu, Antosha takes the unusual step of making him an older grieving widower, which feels surprisingly plausible. The story also features a lovely bonus cameo from Ogion.
Flint couldn't have said how long he had sat there, reins dropped from his fingers, mind elsewhere... A dry land. Mountains like cut glass.
Nonsense. Foolishness. Imaginings.
Shaking his head, he slid from the cart's seat to the ground, walking to drag the oxen away from the mountain clover into which they'd driven him while he’d been woolgathering.
Silliness.
Loam would have t'sked at him. And then she would have gone back to baking pies for the workers' supper or going over the bewildering slate full of numbers she kept for the farm. He was no good with numbers. No good with baking, when it came to that.
Eighteen months, and he was thinking about her more now than when the spotted fever took her.
To Market by Antosha
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And I've been gleefully reading the rest of the fics that you've been reccing all month. Thank you for spreading the Earthsea love!
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