Drunkard of Bag End
2004 Award Category: Races: Hobbits: Post-War of the Ring
Story Type: Other Fiction ✧ Length: unknown
Rating: PG-13 ✧ Reason for Rating: adult themes, alcohol abuse
Summary: The malevolent voice still lingered in his mind, over a year after the Ring went into the Fire, till Frodo felt he must be driven mad by it. Could he buy a few hours of peace, with a bottle of brandy?
Review scores are not available for 2004.
Reviewed by: Marta ✧ Score: N/A
I liked this one in particular because it was told from so many different POVs. It was an interesting device. I can see Frodo struggling with this, after all he went through, and it was nice that you managed to neither condemn nor condone it.
Reviewed by: Ariel ✧ Score: N/A
*A very good idea in a nicely written tale.
Reviewed by: Thundera Tiger ✧ Score: N/A
A very intriguing tale, particularly the last chapter. I found it fascinating to listen to the voice of Bag End itself. But the other parts of the story were equally good. I think I enjoyed Sam's voice most because it was so very Sam. Frodo's voice was clearly Frodo's with a note of introspection and a hint of being touched by things that should never touch a hobbit. Rosie was very much Rosie, and her devotion to both Frodo and Sam is clearly seen. But Sam even for hobbits, Sam is singular and unique, and I enjoyed hearing the tale from his perspective as he comes to grips with what has happened. Brilliant story.
Reviewed by: Lindelea ✧ Score: N/A
I know I read this one as you were writing it and posting it, a chapter at a time, but I'd forgotten how much I liked it. How I love your description of Pippin, in the very first chapter! And Frodo's musing on Bilbo, and if he'd ever forgive him! (And only half-joking, at that.) I love the little details that are a trademark of your careful work. You immerse me in this world, and I smell and taste and touch and hear and see as if I were standing, or sitting, or lying there, a part of it all. "He would throw himself away." A chilling picture. No wonder he could find no peace, with the memory of the Ring constantly gnawing at him. The memory of Bilbo again... I can hear his voice, just see him sitting across from Frodo, instructing him in the fine art of appreciating Brandy. Bet he always kept some of the Hall's finest on hand. "a bite of green apple after too much honey"! Just one of the word pictures that enriches your writing. Ah, I could go on and on, but then this email would be *way* too long. Suffice it to say that, while this could not be my favourite of your stories (for "Sam's Rose" holds that honour, even though your Orc keeps trying to nudge that one out of first place), it shines brightly on its own account.