Middle-Earth Fanfiction Awards

End Times

Author: annmarwalk
Nominator: Larner
2007 Award Category: Genres: Drama: Gondor Drabble - Honorable Mention

Story Type: Fixed-Length Ficlet : Length: True Drabble
Rating: General -- Reason for Rating: N/A
Summary: n/a An eyewitness account of events on the seventh level at the final moments of the Siege of Minas Tirith.


Reviewed by: EdorasLass -- Score: 8

Oh, one of my favourite moments, the arrival of the Rohirrim and their singing in battle. I've always thought that must have been an utterly surreal thing to hear, in the midst of all the fear, panic, horror that was surely happening in the White City. This drabble has a sense of rushing and urgency and confusing that's absolutely perfect, as is Mag, quite uncharacteristically, slapping a frightened kitchen wench. You can't blame either woman for her reaction; both are imminently reasonable in a situation where the entire world seems to be turned upsidedown, and I like that even in the midst of such chaos, Mag is worried about what is happening to Faramir. And this line [What did it all mean?] beautifully sums up what I'm sure everyone in Minas Tirith - and perhaps Middle Earth - was thinking at the time. It's hard for us as readers to really *understand* how terrifying the siege must have been, since we know the ending of the tale, but for the people living it, it certainly would have seemed as if there would be no tomorrow, and therefore today did not matter.

Reviewed by: Larner -- Score: 5

As always, Ann says so much with such an economy of words. Mags the Cook realizes more is going on than she can truly understand, with flames in the Hallows and war in the lower city; but there is the realization that Faramir is as safe as anyone as wounded as he has been might be under the care of Mithrandir and Beregond before the singing of the Rohirrim can be heard as the siege is lifted. So easily this conveys the confusion and trauma of war as well as the determination of those who stayed within the Citadel to see that it continues to run smoothly. A most creditable piece, and a welcome addition to the Mags tales that have become so well beloved among Ann's works.

Reviewed by: Raksha the Demon -- Score: 4

As readers of ROTK, we could turn the pages and know all the events surrounding the Siege of Gondor. But the people of Minas Tirith would have no certainty of the Rohirrim's coming, and could only form an incomplete picture of events, particularly the non-combatants such as those who worked in the Houses of Healing. Ann brings the uncertainty and fear, the horror at the fires of Rath Dinen and Faramir's arrival at the Houses. The last line is absolutely wonderful, as if Tolkien himself had written it.

Reviewed by: Mechtild -- Score: 4

[Contains spoilers] What a great introduction to [“The End of Dark Days”]. It goes so well with that fic, I wish you had cross-posted it there, perhaps in italics, up at the top of that story. Every LotR reader knows what is going on in this passage, but they still would wonder (if there were no title to let them know) whose voice is speaking. Your full story (["The End of Dark Days"]) would let them know, as well as—more importantly—establishing just what Mag had seen that had made her so emotional when she finally gave way, speaking to Nanny of what had been going on in the City.

Reviewed by: Marta -- Score: 3

I really liked this! I know from experience that it's not easy to write drabbles focusing on one sense, and you did a good job getting across how hearing things but not being about to see them or otherwise perceive them could be terrifying. I must also say, it was very "Mag" to slap the screaming wench. Nice touch. :-)

Reviewed by: Marigold -- Score: 3

I really liked the way that this drabble conveyed the chaos and uncertainty of the moment from the pov of one standing on the fringes of great deeds. There was a wonderful sense of sound and motion and disturbance. Very good!

Reviewed by: Dot -- Score: 3

This is very well done. You’ve really captured the sense of urgency, of unstoppable events unfolding, of chaos, bewilderment and desperation. That last line made me smile, even as it sent a chill down my spine. Really, great job.

Reviewed by: phyloxena -- Score: 1

This drabble has both urgency and slow motion of panic.