Author: Celandine Brandybuck
2005 Award Category: Races/Places: Dwarves
Story Type: Vignette ✧ Length: N/A
Rating: PG ✧ Reason for Rating: character death
Summary: Balin, musing and muttering on his deathbed.
Reviewed by: Thundera Tiger ✧ Score: 6
I love the territory covered with this glimpse into Balin's mind. It's definitely a wandering mind, though given the circumstances, I think we can forgive him for that. My favorite part were his musings on just how absurd Bilbo's waistcoats were. That made me laugh, but the tone sobered quickly, and I was definitely not laughing in the end when Balin thinks about admitting his failure and then closes on "I tried. I tried..." That was powerful. The imagery in the beginning, too, when he thinks about reaching to touch hot metal on an anvil was great and gave me a very vivid picture of just how Balin perceives his actions.
Reviewed by: Dwimordene ✧ Score: 3
Balin seems remarkably lucid on his deathbed! But really, the loose arrangement of his musings suits the setting, and I liked particularly the last line: "The halls of my fathers call to me. Perhaps I shall see there Dúrin himself, and have to admit my failure. I tried. I tried " There's something poignant about that sense of failed striving.
Reviewed by: Marta ✧ Score: 3
Great little vignette, Cel. I think my favourite parts were the almost love-hate memories that Balin has for Bilbo (I laughed out loud at having him called rascal), and also the gentle irony in the fact that someone would read the diary. I wonder whether it would have mattered to Balin to know that Oin did not keep his diary in vain.