Middle-Earth Fanfiction Awards

Elves Do Skate

Author: Caporal
Nominator: Vana Tuivana
2006 Award Category: Genres: Humor

Story Type: Other Fiction : Length: Ficlet
Rating: PG -- Reason for Rating: Rated PG for mild romantic content.
Summary: It's winter at Lake Helevorn, and Caranthir son of Fëanor's houseguests have nothing better to do than gossip. (PG, implied Angrod/Caranthir.)


Reviewed by: Vana Tuivana -- Score: 5

"Elves Do Skate" is one of my favorites of the too-rare genre of Silmarillion fluff-fic. The characterizations are sweet and generous. The descriptions are just dry enough to be witty without being ironic, particularly this one: [You know. Brother of ours, about so high..." Amras raises a hand a few inches above his own head "...no sense of humour, blushes a lot. You must know him." "Not," says Amrod, incredulous, "our brother Carnistir? Not black-like-my-soul Morifinwë?" "The very same."] It's almost plotless -- everything is given by suggestion, dialogue and inference, but it does feel like a complete story in some odd way. And of course, it's truly funny while still being sweet and fluffy, which counts for a lot in my book. I particularly love the last three lines because of that double-take you have to do at the end... ["Not only up," he says.] It still makes me laugh out loud, and this must be at least my fifth time reading it. Wonderful writing!

Reviewed by: Rhapsody -- Score: 4

Oh Gosh! I love the dialogue between Amrod and Amras and their obvious disbelief about what Caranthir was doing. These lines made me chuckle: ["We must," says Amrod gravely, "be thinking of different Carnistirs." "Same one. You know. Brother of ours, about so high..." Amras raises a hand a few inches above his own head "...no sense of humour, blushes a lot. You must know him." "Not," says Amrod, incredulous, "our brother Carnistir? Not black-like-my-soul Morifinwë?" "The very same."] Just the visual alone, excellent! I love the dialogue in this piece and the descriptions are equally wonderful. As the summary says: a brotherly and fluffy ficlet. A wonderful read and I am surely on the lookout for more stories written by Caporal.

Reviewed by: Dawn Felagund -- Score: 4

Hi, Caporal, What a delightful little piece! I wasn't sure what to expect from such a title but haven't read Silmarillion humor in a while and so went for it. (Never mind that I'm a sucker for the Feanorions!) You handle the dialogue between the twins exceptionally well; it reads like a real conversation between brothers: close and comfortable without being overly sentimental and very funny without being farsical. This was my favorite bit: ["We must," says Amrod gravely, "be thinking of different Carnistirs." "Same one. You know. Brother of ours, about so high..." Amras raises a hand a few inches above his own head "...no sense of humour, blushes a lot. You must know him." "Not," says Amrod, incredulous, "our brother Carnistir? Not black-like-my-soul Morifinwë?"] Truly a welcome diversion!

Reviewed by: Marta -- Score: 3

This is a neat little piece, with light and warmth and wonderfully descriptive writing. I felt like I was there, and it was nice thinking of the Feanorians having a light moment before so much dark came.

Reviewed by: Dwimordene -- Score: 2

Amusing banter between the twins over their absolutely humorless brother's venture into the concept and act of "having fun."

Reviewed by: Isabeau of Greenlea -- Score: 2

It's good to know that even those superior, ethereal Firstborn love nothing better than a good, salacious bit of gossip. Amusing and well-written.

Reviewed by: Dreamflower -- Score: 2

I am afraid I simply don't have the background knowledge to understand this ficlet. It's cute, but confusing if you don't know the Elves.