For the Dwarves, Gimli
2007 Award Category: Races: Dwarves - Third Place
Story Type: Story ✧ Length: Other Ficlet
Rating: General ✧ Reason for Rating: N/A
Summary: Gimli, son of Gloín, he is always called; but behind every great dwarf is a mother who loves him. ( WIP)
Reviewed by: EdorasLass ✧ Score: 9
As I have said in the past, Ann does not write dwarves nearly often enough for my liking, so when she does, it is always a treat, these three drabbles being a wonderful example. I can't say that I'd ever considered Gimili's mother, but Ann brings Nandi to vivid life with just a handful of words: her worry about her youngest keeping properly warm on the long trip to Imladris, sneaking an especial treat into Gimli's pack, and the way none of the returning dwarves dare meet her eyes when Gloin returns without their son. I particularly like that Nandi, like mothers throughout time, is not concerned with the supposed "honour" bestowed upon Gimli in being chosen as one of the Nine Walkers, she's only concerned with when he's coming back and the dangers that will surely be involved in such a quest. It rings very, very true. I also like Boromir's curiousity, peeking in Gimli's pack to see what dwarves carry that might be different from men . This [I was but a boy when I lost my mother, though I have heard many horrifying tales of, shall I say, overexuberant protectiveness] is sweetly touching. I suspect that Boromir would actually like to have experienced some of that type of protectiveness, and it's lovely how Gimli, by offering to share his socks, is passing on his own mother's care and attention.
Reviewed by: Raksha the Demon ✧ Score: 6
There's no doubt that Tolkien's works are male-heavy and female-light. I don't think he was particularly sexist, at least for his time, and he did create some outstanding female characters. But it's only in fanfiction that we get to explore, and read, more about the female half of those lengthy family trees. Here is one such story, that introduces Nandi, mother of Gimli. She is seen not as a warrior or craftswoman, but as a mother - fiercely devoted to her son, and practical, sending him on his way to Imladris with extra treats and supplies. An intriguing slice of family life among the Dwarves, as well as a chapter dealing with the ramifications, in the Fellowship's quest, of Nandi's generosity to her son. Very entertaining!
Reviewed by: Mechtild ✧ Score: 5
[May contain spoilers] I loved your humorous peek into the home life of young Gimli. (Incidentally, I thought Gimlis salt pork line in RotK was one of John Rhys-Davies best-delivered comic lines in the three films.) Even more I loved the way you let us look into the mix of intense feelings caused by Gimlis commission to go on the Quest, once the news was brought to his mother. The juxtaposition of the words first spoken ([A great honour!]) and the pause that followed as they resonated for her ([no one would meet her eyes]), prepared well for the intensity of her response as the implications of that honour sank in. As always, Ann, you are able to express a great deal in little space.
Reviewed by: Nancy Brooke ✧ Score: 4
Very well done. As a series should, with each of these three ficlets a little more of the story becomes clear, well linked one to the other but never repetitive. The loving interplay between Gloin and his wife, Gimli's later forthrightness about his mother's insistence, and then how Nandi's only interest is in the world that is her children ring true and touchingly.
Reviewed by: Marta ✧ Score: 4
Ai, lovely way to capture the Dwarves' fierce spirit here, Ann! The first scene was sweet, and I loved the way the socks later gave Gimli a way to bond with Boromir. (Though I did get a bit sniffly at Boromir's comment about Finduilas). But what *really* got me was the pure ire of Nandi's demanding when Gimli would return. It was just so.... well, dwarven, I guess. But also very motherly. I could so see this happening, and I loved this sneak into Gimli's home life.
Reviewed by: stefaniab ✧ Score: 3
Annmarwalk has answered what for me has been a nagging question: what are female dwarves like? Beards aside, "For the Dwarves, Gimli" presents us with Nandi, a caring mom who knows what a hero needs--parental encouragement and extra pairs of socks.
Reviewed by: Aranel Took ✧ Score: 3
I love the idea of Gimli's mother slipping extra socks and a treat in his pack. And it was very nice of Gimli to share with Boromir. Those scenes make the impact of the last more powerful, when Gimli's mother discovers her son has gone on a quest. Poor Nandi!
Reviewed by: agape4gondor ✧ Score: 3
Oh my goodness! I found all three of these absolutely delightful. The first with Gimli's mom and the socks was precious. The second with Boromir and the socks was *sobs* sad, yet fun. The third with Gimli's mom and the inevitable - what have you done with my son theme was hilarious.... if one did not know why the others looked away. Great fun and yet poignant too.
Reviewed by: Imhiriel ✧ Score: 3
I enjoyed this short series, and even more did I enjoy "getting to know" Gimli's mother. Fast-paced, yet with enough detail in dialogue and description to leave the right impression. There was such a feeling of mutual love between mother and son (and Gloín, too), and I liked that Gimli just took all the extra things his mother insisted on, without complaint.
Reviewed by: Larner ✧ Score: 3
Ah, humorous and poignant at the same time, we see Gimli's mother fretting over the possible fate of her son on this quest of theirs! This one is well, well worth the read as we look into the homelife of Gimli son of Gloin. A superb tale.
Reviewed by: Dreamflower ✧ Score: 3
Trust a mother to cut to the chase: honor and duty do not mean much to her compared to having her son safe. Not much is ever written of Gimli's family--this is the first time I've seen a story of their reaction to Gimli's joining the Company.
Reviewed by: dkpalaska ✧ Score: 2
Mothers... I laughed aloud at the warm socks, enjoyed Gimli's sharing with Boromir, and empathized with Nandi's feelings at the end. You conveyed her emotions very touchingly.