2011 Award Category: Men: Faramir
Story Type: Story ✧ Length: Ficlet
Rating: General ✧ Reason for Rating: N/A
Summary: Faramir and Elberon return to a place of wild strawberries and memories of a long-ago summer.
Reviewed by: curiouswombat ✧ Score: 5
Wormwood's stories about the relationship between Faramir and Boromir, as children and youths, all have a beautifully melancholic air - and this piece, although centred more on the relationship between Faramir and his small son, is no exception. That relationship between the brothers seems to me to often be on the edge of his consciousness - and as this story is about Faramir trying to recreate, with his son, a pleasure he knew with his brother it seems only right that Boromir's ghost should oversee the enterprise, so to speak. A lovely little vignette.
Reviewed by: Darkover ✧ Score: 5
A story that speaks both to the power of memory and to the joy of simply being alive. Faramir, remembering a day spent with his late brother when both of them were children, decides to share that with his young son Elboron. This tale is very descriptive and sensual in nature, and it seems like just the sort of thing that Faramir would do. After the events of the Ring War and the life he has been forced to lead, Faramir is very much aware of his own mortality; the simple pleasure he shares with his son is shared with the reader as well. A deeply moving and well-crafted tale.
Reviewed by: Altariel ✧ Score: 4
How does Wormwood do this? Her short pieces are so beautiful, so image-laden, so piercing. Faramir, recalling a childhood expedition, takes his son in search of hillside where wild strawberries grow. Eating the strawberries brings that day back to life so sharply that Faramir-the-dreamer can almost see his brother ["watching them, from the other side of the memory"]. Grief at death and joy at living simultaneously; time past and time present. So lovely.
Reviewed by: Dwimordene ✧ Score: 4
What a lovely, lyrical ficlet! Memory can be tricky to write - especially childhood memories, since they tend toward the saccharine so quickly. I appreciated that line, therefore, about the tricks memory can play, and then this one sealed it for me: [Faramir felt him watching them, from the other side of the memory]. Beautiful, and the follow-up keeps this from heading into nostalgia, opening out the story without simply chucking the sadness that seems inevitably to go with memories of Boromir and lost childhoods. Well done, Wormwood!
Reviewed by: Antane ✧ Score: 3
Another sweet story of love and joy and memories and now a tradition starting from one generation to the next. I hope Faramir's son shares it with his own son. Love to see Faramir so happy!
Reviewed by: Adonnen Estenniel ✧ Score: 3
An absolutely wonderful look at Faramir. The author managed to cleverly juxtapose the present with memory, and did it in such a way that the two threads became almost one; certainly, they were part of the same story. Two scenes brought together, so to speak.
Reviewed by: Linda Hoyland ✧ Score: 3
A lovely glimpse of Faramir and his son as he takes young Elboron to where he used to gather wild strawberries with Boromir and remembers his brother. An exquisite moment told in exquisite language which this author excels in.
Reviewed by: Liadan ✧ Score: 2
This is a wonderful story. It seems that there are still a few special places where memories remain alive.
Reviewed by: Sevilodorf ✧ Score: 1
Leaves me wanting more interaction with his son.