The Lady's Gift

Author: Dreamflower

Nominator: Marigold

2005 Award Category: Races/Places: Elves: Lothlorien - First Place

Story Type: Story  ✧  Length: Short Story

Rating: G  ✧  Reason for Rating: N/A

Summary: Galadriel prepares her gift for a faithful gardener...

Read the Story

Reviewed by: Marigold  ✧  Score: 10

This is such a beautiful story, and though it is short, the content is so important to the future beauty of the Shire and to Middle-earth! It is a simple tale yet magical – we watch as Galadriel prepares the gift of earth and mallorn seed for Sam. Dreamflower usually writes hobbits, and very well, and she is also skilled at writing the Fellowship and original characters. Here she proves that she can write elves just as skilfully. Her description of Galadriel’s movements made me see her descending from the flet, watch her walking to the glade, see the expressions on her ageless face. It is such a nice touch that the little wooden box, set with the “G”, once held the gift of a brooch to Galadriel from her daughter Celebrian. It truly does mean “G” for Galadriel. That she has kept the empty box itself for an age shows how precious it is to her and for me adds to the specialness of her gift to Sam. It was perfect that she had prepared Frodo’s gift by starlight, and it is even more perfect that she prepares Sam’s gift, a gift of nature and growing things, by the light of dawn. That the mallorn gives up its gift of a single seed at her spoken request was lovely. I could see the sadness and also the joy in her face as she secretly watched and listened to Frodo and Sam. There is hope in her small box, her gift to Sam, that Lothlorien never fade, and the Shire be blessed, and that is enough. A lovely story Dreamflower!

Reviewed by: Marta  ✧  Score: 6

This is a charming story. I like how you created a backstory for Galadriel. And how she collected the dirt herself "with no fear for her white hands" -- this to me shows the influence of living for three ages with a prince of the Sindar, and of humility that that time has brought. The only thing that seemed at all out of place was the phrase at the very end "when a lone mallorn made its way home in the blessed Shire". This seemed a bit too certain for someone who made a point out of saying that she wasn't sure what was going to happen in the future. Perhaps "if" would have worked better than "when". All things considered, though, this was a very nice piece.

Reviewed by: Rhapsody  ✧  Score: 5

The lady’s gift is lovely piece of writing by Dreamflower. Through her writing, I can see how she goes through the motions to prepare the Gift for Sam. I especially liked this line: 'G,' she murmured. 'G for Galadriel, for Gamgee, for gardener, for gift, for grace, for good, for green, and for growing...' Galadriel is already looking forwards and deep down knows that after this is over, the Shire will need Sam’s healing hands. I loved the timing of this vignette and the love & care Dreamflower put into this work. Simply beautiful Dreamflower!

Reviewed by: Thundera Tiger  ✧  Score: 3

Short yet very sweet. I like the fact that Frodo's gift was created in the evening while Sam's gift was a morning endeavor. And I like even more the fact that while it's a symbol of hope to Sam, it's also hope to Galadriel that something of Lothlorien will endure in the Shire. Good job with packing so much emotion into such a little vignette.

Reviewed by: sulriel  ✧  Score: 3

Dreamflower, this is a lovely little passage and I like how it shows Galadriel in a gentler, kinder light. In spite of her Noldorin heritage, I do believe she fostered a love of growing things and that her gift to Sam was from her heart. Thank you for sharing this vision.

Reviewed by: Rabidsamfan  ✧  Score: 2

Aw, I love this. I love the details, the way that she had made Frodo's gift the night before but waited til dawn for Sam, and the much longer list of "G"s than we had before. But the end nearly had me in tears... Marvelous! Thank you!

Reviewed by: Bodkin  ✧  Score: 2

I love the link between Galadriel and Sam - one of preservation, perhaps - a desire to hold what is good and keep it that way. A mallorn in the Shire. The last of the mallorns, perhaps?

Reviewed by: Werecat  ✧  Score: 1

Sweet and gentle, this story gave me warm feelings and a side of Galadriel that is often overlooked. Good work.