Middle-Earth Fanfiction Awards

Vignettes of the Blessed Realm - Caranthir in Lorien

Author: Anna Wing
Nominator: Ithilwen
2010 Award Category: Genres: Humor

Story Type: Story : Length: Ficlet
Rating: General -- Reason for Rating: N/A
Summary: Caranthir returned to life, in the Gardens of Lorien


Reviewed by: Thundera Tiger -- Score: 8

This story completely sneaked up on me and is one of the finest examples of subtle humor building to something much more hilariously forthright. I started reading and gained a grin very quickly, mostly at the way that [Este smiled in an encouraging way]. The grin became much wider at the thought that Nienna's house served as the regional psych ward, and I started chuckling at the thought of Melian's singing/pining driving everybody out. I'm not sure avoidance and escape plans work as a form of therapy, and it seems that the Maia here agrees with me. Then in the midst of this deliciously slow comedic build, the story delivers its punchline, and what a punchline it is! Loved it! The thought that someone in the gardens would be immune to this wailing and would find a way to make his followers immune just cracked me up. And I love the dressing down given to the poor fellow who misplaced his earplugs. All those long years of war in the Silmarillion suddenly take on a much different perspective. And really, who better than Caranthir to pull it all off? A lovely bit of humor, and an especially lovely bit of comedic timing.

Reviewed by: Oshun -- Score: 8

You absolutely killed me with this one—brought tears to my ears. This definitely needs the old beverage warning. I have a real soft spot for Caranthir. He gets a bad rap (even in The Silmarillion!). I picture him as loyal and steadfast caught in a maelstrom of bad luck that he cannot in any principled way break out of and is the sort who would stick by those he cared about to the end. How could he be Suzy Sunshine under those circumstances? I have an entire theory about Maedhros and Maglor having a sense of what were their responsibilities and some sense that diplomacy was necessary for them. But Caranthir, why would he feel that way? (Not sure I've worked out a theory for Curufin and Celegorm yet, but my impression is that perhaps they might have spent a great deal of the First Age in denial.) The military approach to keeping his men off the list of casualties could have to be the way it would go. I died when I read the line [Where are your ear-plugs, soldier?]. I think I'd ask to be sent back to the Halls of Mandos if I had to listen to Melian's mournful wailing myself!

Reviewed by: Larner -- Score: 4

Oh, how lovely, this brief glimpse of Aman's Lorien suffering under the onslaught of song from a seriously depressed and lonely Melian, all knowing where Thingol is and wishing he were recovered enough to turn Melian's grief. The complaints are marvelous, and Caranthir's reaction is so perfect for him! Silm-humor may be rare, but in this brief ficlet it's pure gold!