Middle-Earth Fanfiction Awards

Elfwine

Author: annmarwalk
Nominator: Branwyn
2006 Award Category: Genres: Humor: Fixed-Length Ficlet - Honorable Mention

Story Type: Fixed-Length Ficlet : Length: True Drabble
Rating: G -- Reason for Rating: n/a
Summary: The exuberant young king of Rohan celebrates the birth of his son.


Reviewed by: Branwyn -- Score: 5

This drabble is full of small but telling details. Against his people's custom, Eomer steadfastly stays with his wife during the labor, and then he sends the fastest riders to take the news to his sister in Ithilien. After so much sorrow in Rohan, the birth of an heir is an occasion for unrestrained joy,and the anonymous narrator clearly shares in the happiness of her king. Eomer's boisterous cheer after the strain of long waiting seems very believable. How relieved he must be! Ann imagines a Rohirric custom where the people of the household [gather laughing in the stableyard to wet the baby's head,] in a christening of sorts! I love the strong sense of Rohirric culture in this drabble, and I love the glimpse of happy, new father Eomer.

Reviewed by: Marta -- Score: 5

Ann, this is a really nice drabble. You cram so many cultural details into the little bit of space we have (like the fact that Eomer wouldn't leave the birthchamber, and that that was unusual, and the custom of wetting the prince's head), but what I really like about this is what you've done with Eomer's personality. It's too easy to make him a bit mushy, but here he is so enthusiastic - in a different time I can imagine him as a frat boy, very easily. And that raucous character is right on. But even before that, he is sensitive and telling, which makes for a very well-rounded personality.

Reviewed by: Mechtild -- Score: 4

I loved it! Only three paragraphs and what a vivid depiction of the royal birth to this particular couple in this particular kingdom. The POV of the unnamed character was perfect to “take a picture” of this moment. I loved that the baby boy came out of his mother’s womb so lustily, too, as if he already had a tankard of ale in one hand and the reins of a charger in the other. I am not worried about the future of that boy at all.

Reviewed by: Madeleine -- Score: 3

Éomer’s enthusiasm over the birth of his son and heir virtually bubbles out of this drabble. I hope it’s going to last when the babe causes his parents a few sleepless nights. Notabene, the parents and not just the mother.

Reviewed by: Elen Kortirion -- Score: 3

You catch the man's exhuberence and love of life so beautifully here. This is no time for protocol - he treats the event as he does every other part of his life - as something to be grasped with both hands and experienced to the full!

Reviewed by: EdorasLass -- Score: 3

This is so very Eomer - refusing to leave, though it's not entirely proper for him to be present during the birth; shouting loud enough to wake Edoras with his joy; hiding nothing of his happiness and sharing every bit of it with everyone in the city. I can just picture the big, broad, beaming smile on his face. Perfectly adorable.

Reviewed by: Súlriel -- Score: 2

Ah yes! The new father: bellowing, sending out riders with the news and breaking out kegs of brew. :) well done.

Reviewed by: Bodkin -- Score: 2

Pale! As if he's not chopped more orcs into bits than he has dinners! Still - he was brave to stay. Very sweet - I love his excitement and his need to tell his sister.

Reviewed by: Dreamflower -- Score: 2

This made me grin. Such a perfectly accurate and realistic reaction to the welcome news. I could just see it in my mind!

Reviewed by: Tanaqui -- Score: 2

annmarwalk has perfectly captured Eomer's character in this drabble about his exuberance at the birth of his son. Well done!

Reviewed by: Dwimordene -- Score: 1

Sounds about right for Eomer-delerious with joy over the birth of a first child and heir.

Reviewed by: Marigold -- Score: 1

I loved Eomer's enthusiasm in this!

Reviewed by: Larner -- Score: 1

And so the land of Gondor rejoices with its young king at the birth of his heir.