Author: Branwyn (Lady Branwyn)
Nominator: Raksha the Demon
2009 Award Category: Times: First Age and Prior: Drabbles - Second Place
Story Type: Drabble ✧ Length: True Drabble
Rating: General ✧ Reason for Rating: N/A
Summary: Feanor regards his most precious work.(Written for the Tolkien_weekly "Rich Man" Challenge)
Reviewed by: Raksha the Demon ✧ Score: 7
A wordsmith of note, Branwyn here turns her formidable drabbling skills to the Silmarillion, and spotlights a less than brilliant facet of Feanor, master-smith and prince of the Noldor. There's a subtle and sad echo of the treasure theme. Feanor has multiple treasures demanding his attention - the Silmarils that he is slowly and painstakingly fashioning, and his two young sons. Like many creative people, Feanor is far more interested in the children of his art than the children of his body, at least on this particular day. The drabble does not condemn Feanor; he does not hurt little Maedhros and Maglor, merely order them angrily to obey his command to stay out of his workshop; which is, after all, a sensible instruction. But the resonance with the future tragedy caused by Feanor's obsession with the jewels, for Feanor and his devoted sons, is unavoidable, a heartstring that rings throughout this tiny gem of a drabble.
Reviewed by: KyMahalei ✧ Score: 6
It was said that Lydia, one of Rome's premier patronesses was at a dinner party. After her guests had rather blatently shown off the jewelry that they were wearing she called her children to her and said, "These are my jewels." However blatently I have mangled history, the point still remains that Feanor was blind to seeing his true jewels. This vingette portrays the point masterfully. In a poignant narrative with a twist we see not only the misguided values of the father, but a foreshadowing of the dysfunction and destruction to come. This piece distills the fate of Feanor and his children into one seeming innocuous act. To truly take this excellent narrative to heart, we would do well to mind who we would dismiss in our own lives.
Reviewed by: Dwimordene ✧ Score: 4
Feanor's response to the request that the Silmarils be made available to heal the Trees is very telling: he says something to the effect that some works can only be made once, for they exhaust the maker. I like the way that this line plays in the background of this drabble, and informs the conflict at the end. Lady Branwyn always does such a great job of setting her ficlets up to resonate with the text.
Reviewed by: Elen Kortirion ✧ Score: 4
I think I would like to offer my original reamarks: Beautifuly nuanced drabble - Feanor's dedication to his craft, and his sons' efforts to interact with their father's interests. The foreshadowing here is subtle and very nicely handled, it bears rereading so one can ponder the events that are yet-to-come, events that begin to seem inevitable the more you consider this tiny slice of Feanorian homelife.
Reviewed by: Tanaqui ✧ Score: 4
Branwyn has crafted a powerful drabble that captures the bitter truths at the heart of Feanor's life: that he values the wrong things too highly, and that his sons admire and want to follow his lead (perhaps) too much. This is one of those pieces that haunts the reader more each time you read it and see the different connections to future events become clearer. Well done, Branwyn!
Reviewed by: Larner ✧ Score: 3
Could it be that in joining their father's oath, Maglor and Maedhros were in fact seeking that acceptance of them and their own worth and perceptions that their father had not given them in the years he devoted to the creation of the Silmarils? How tragic a scene, this! How too frequently we enact it in our own lives! Well, and sadly, done!
Reviewed by: Virtuella ✧ Score: 2
Oh, this is very clever, very neat. Nice foreshadowing - the boys would have been better off to stick to pebbles, methinks!