Untitled (Mirkwood)

Author: Wild Iris

Nominator: unknown

2004 Award Category: Races: Elves: Drabble - First Place

Story Type: Other Fiction  ✧  Length: unknown

Rating: G  ✧  Reason for Rating: N/A

Summary: A sad scene in Mirkwood, from the eyes of an Elf.

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Review scores are not available for 2004.

Reviewed by: Ainaechoiriel  ✧  Score: N/A

Very sad, evokative drabble showing us the darkening of Mirkwood from a child's eyes, as he finds his secret place ruined by darkness.

Reviewed by: Thundera Tiger  ✧  Score: N/A

Very powerful and very moving drabble that completely captures the feel of loss associated with Mirkwood during the days of Dol Guldur. I especially enjoyed the image of a child seeking out his very own star made of flowers, and then one day, both the flowers and the star is lost. Images come to mind of the choked trees that blot out sunlight and starlight. The child is taken away in the end, knowing that his people will never return, and the sense of loss heightens. The use of seasons with summer as a time of hope and winter as a time of despair was used well to augment the feelings of the elves. There is almost a resigned farewell contained within the last line, and I imagine this is very much what the elves of Mirkwood experienced in their various migrations northward.

Reviewed by: Dwimordene  ✧  Score: N/A

Wild Iris has a gift for making one feel the loss, and she needs so few words to accomplish that end. Change, loss, the inevitable fall before decay that even the Elves cannot withstand and from which they perhaps suffer all the more for their memories of better times-all of it encapsulated in this one hundred word story that uses a brutal coming of age to show the changing of an age's fortunes.

Reviewed by: Christine  ✧  Score: N/A

An Interesting and very sad drabble. I am curious as to the happenings that would make this little one be despairing so.

Reviewed by: Avonaus  ✧  Score: N/A

Gosh, that was disturbing!

Reviewed by: Mirasaui  ✧  Score: N/A

The ending of a peaceful way of life and of the beauty that was Greenwood seen through the eyes of a child; but oh, the angst of what he sees. We are only given a hint of the horror. "…he sees broken leaves; blood is on the ground, and a strange, splayed outline hoisted in the tallest tree." It is the innocence of the child that makes the scene so chilling and the ending line so poignant. "…and he somehow knows that the flowers are over, and that his people will never return to this place." Excellent.