A Pale Light Lingering
2004 Award Category: Races: Men: Gondor - Second Place
Story Type: Other Fiction ✧ Length: unknown
Rating: G ✧ Reason for Rating: N/A
Summary: The old year ends, and Faramir makes the journey from Minas Tirith to Ithilien.
Review scores are not available for 2004.
Reviewed by: Larian Elensar ✧ Score: N/A
No wonder Faramir's men loved him, he's honest, and yet not pessimistic. Loved the idea about the light starting with them in Ithilien.
Reviewed by: Ainaechoiriel ✧ Score: N/A
I think I'd read this before but couldn't remember. Whether I had or not, I'm glad to have read it again. It gave me chills near the end, when Faramir changed the speech. Faramir seemed very in character and the phrasing was at times poetic, as when he thought of Boromir saying his part somewhere... Faramir, of his family, was the one living closest to the enemy, and yet, it seemed, he was the one with the most hope, and this showed, even through the melancholy of the struggle.
Reviewed by: Dwimordene ✧ Score: N/A
Beautifully written, with that special combination of restraint and evocativeness that is trademark Altariel. There's a chill in the air of this story that goes beyond the depths of winter-the men are losing hope. Faramir may not be named Estel, but he is aptly named "sufficience". He may not ask the east wind for tidings, but in his turning tradition on its head, he reminds his company that the sun still rises, despite it all, and with it, hope. Well done!
Reviewed by: Thundera Tiger ✧ Score: N/A
It's a short, quick little story, but there is so much contained within it that I really don't know where to start. I think what I like best is how it keeps its focus. Faramir's thoughts are many and varied, and they range from fear that his father might keep him in the city to what strength they might have to draw upon from the south. But the story never loses track of where it's ultimately going, and that's into Ithilien where hope begins. It doesn't tarry over Denethor and Faramir might think of his father, it doesn't linger over the forces of Dol Amroth. It touches upon these briefly, acknowledges their influence, and then gets to the heart of its message. It goes to Ithilien, where Faramir gives hope to his men as only Faramir can. The ease and command of his nature is portrayed with only a few sentences, but it characterizes him better than an entire page of introspection could. This is Faramir at his best, and what's even better is that it's a very unconscious best. I don't think Faramir fully understands just how good a leader he is. He knows he's capable and he knows he's earned the right to command, but he doesn't allow himself to take it any farther than that, and in my mind, that makes him all the more noble.
Reviewed by: Elanor ✧ Score: N/A
Whew, that is a very poetical story. Though the anachronism of the clock chiming silvery really mars my vision. Nevertheless, due to the very concise use of beautiful words for me this resembles poetry. I like the restrained manner in which Faramir and Denethor work together for the realm, Faramir never letting his suppressed anger colour any of his thought, Denethor allowing his son to see his Rangers at Mettare. The very best in this story is the climax after the very evocatively described lighting of the candles: from "'This is where the light begins,' I said" to "... It goes on through the whole of Gondor, to the Sea where it glitters on the water... And then it passes further, on into the West, to Valinor, where it is brightest and does not die. But this is where it begins. The light starts here, with us, in Ithilien.'" This is simply beautiful. It creates a very beautiful picture in my mind of the whole of Gondor lying under a glow of the rising sun, from Ithilien to the coasts where the light twinkles on the waves. And on the other hand in my mind it creates the vision of the men holding out against the darkness looming from Mordor, saving the west by their struggle to hold the darkness at bay.
Reviewed by: Avonaus ✧ Score: N/A
Like everything you write, it's beautiful. Poor dear Faramir - this story always makes me sad. He faces such impossible odds.