Horses and Verses

Author: Altariel/Isabeau of Greenlea CoAuthors

Nominator: unknown

2004 Award Category: Times: The Lord of the Rings: Cross-Cultural - Second Place

Story Type: Other Fiction  ✧  Length: unknown

Rating: G  ✧  Reason for Rating: N/A

Summary: After Theoden's funeral feast, Eomer and Faramir have a little chat.

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Review scores are not available for 2004.

Reviewed by: Larian Elensar  ✧  Score: N/A

Nicely done, changing the POV and showing just how easily things can be misunderstood! I had no worries though, that they wouldn't end up being good friends, as well as family…

Reviewed by: Thundera Tiger  ✧  Score: N/A

This fic is laced with an incredibly wry sense of humor, and I enjoyed that very much. Faramir's opinion of himself and those around him reminds me quite a bit of some statements Aragorn makes periodically, and I enjoy seeing the similarity between the two. For Eomer's part, he doesn't seem to realize that he does have moments of political brilliance and he focuses more on his shortcomings in maneuvering men, which seems very fitting for his character, too. Good characterizations.

Reviewed by: Elanor  ✧  Score: N/A

This is a rather humorous piece. I like how Isabeau and Altariel accomplished to portrait the rather different characters of Eomer and Faramir. Two quibbles though I have: Faramir seems often at a loss of words (though he is the most articulate man in the whole LotR) and I do not agree with the view that Numenoreans could be ordered to marry as Faramir suggests. Some words chosen are too modern: e.g. Romantic, schoolroom.

Reviewed by: Marta  ✧  Score: N/A

Nice piece. The changing POVs were slightly offputting, but besides that the story was well done.

Reviewed by: Dwimordene  ✧  Score: N/A

It's always a trick to make two first person points of view read like two truly different personalities. Unless, of course, you have a partner in crime. This collaborative story is uniquely structured: events and words overlap, so that the reader sees the same conversation through the eyes of the two participants. One might think that such a structure would lend itself to a certain staleness due to repetition; certainly the first real conversation between brothers-in-law can be difficult. The context of a funeral feast, of two men who have just come into their own in difficult circumstances, who are still finding their own way in the new lease on life they've been granted, and are just waking to the real possibility of love in politics, could easily turn into an angstfest. Finally, first person points of view lend themselves to heavy, melodramatic introspection. Yet the authors of this fic have turned out a finely balanced, lively work that gives the reader a sense of emotional depth for both Faramir and Éomer, of that ever elusive sense of "place" out of which each character acts and reacts. In the end, it makes one wish that life imitated art in such difficult conversations. These two men are not yet friends, nor are they enemies-rather, they are unchosen family, and they are bound together by a woman whose influence over them both while she herself is often absent from the scene is rivaled only by the influence of the dead. Fans of Faramir or Éomer should enjoy this immensely.