Middle-Earth Fanfiction Awards

Jessed

Author: Cupiscent
Nominator: annmarwalk
2005 Award Category: Races/Places: Rohan: Romance - First Place

Story Type: Story : Length: Short Story
Rating: R -- Reason for Rating: sexual activity
Summary: Háma serves Rohan and the Lady with soul, body... and heart.


Reviewed by: annmarwalk -- Score: 7

Starlingly original, sensual without being unnecessarily graphic, full of vivid falconry images. I loved the comparison of Eowyn to a falcon, an eagle, a ghost owl – a fierce and beautiful, untamed creature. I particularly appreciated the vision of Eowyn as a strong young woman, determined to keep control of her body, and to give herself when and to whom she chose. The author’s choice of Hama, a good man and well known to us, was masterful – a mature man, loyal servant of the king, sworn to serve to whatever end; yet (an interesting twist on a common situation) a lonely man who knows and accepts that his body is being used by his lover for her own ends. Hama has always known that Eowyn would never be his; that she was destined for far greater deeds, yet we still gasp and share his anguish as Eowyn cries out another man’s name.

Reviewed by: Dwimordene -- Score: 6

It is nice to see an Éowyn "romance" with someone other than Faramir or Gríma, and not yet with Aragorn, although he's in this by the end, if only in absentia (as always). It's an interesting reversal, with Háma being both the older man, and also the body that serves another, rather than the reverse. The desperation is about right, I think, for this sort of relationship, and Éowyn's untouchability, even in the most intimate of settings, is well-written. The eroticism fits the story, and I don't have much trouble, even, putting this alongside the canonical events and seeing it as something that perhaps might have happened. Bravo, Cupiscent!

Reviewed by: ErinRua -- Score: 6

Like a razorblade drawn against the flesh and staunched with cool silk, so always is the writing of Cupiscent. I have read her writing in another fandom and found this vignette with pleased surprise. It is an unusual and perhaps unlikely depiction of Hama, but from the first word I am led to suspend belief. Such lyric pain, such anguished poetry of form, one seldom sees, and somehow the painful nature of this ficlet mirrors the dispair and hopelessness that gripped Rohan. In Hama's worship of the intangable, his reverence for what can never be his, we see Rohan's own lack of hope, and Eowyn's bitter darkness. Beautifully painful, exquisitely sad, and always, each word sings to the soul.

Reviewed by: EdorasLass -- Score: 5

This is just gorgeous, and painfully bittersweet. It's an unusual pairing, to say the least, but I think it works well. There is no trying to convince the reader that these are two star-crossed lovers, which would have been unbelievable, in my opinion. I very much like that Hama is perfectly aware that Eowyn may or may not care for him at all - that she is more likely simply using him for comfort -- and that he will never actually be able to hold her for any amount of time. That, I think, is what makes this story so affecting - that Hama knows it's hopeless, but that he cares for her anyway.

Reviewed by: Marta -- Score: 4

This was beautiful in its sorrow. I liked how Hama recognised the limits of his relationship with Eowyn, but still seemed to derive some joy from their "love" (however one-sided it might be). The change in the end ("There has never been any part of her that he could touch") from the beginning, that there was some part but never all of her, brought a tear to my eye. Very well done.

Reviewed by: Nancy Brooke -- Score: 3

This is a wonderful and poignant portrait. None of this is hinted at in Tolkien's text, but is here drawn so well and fully it seems entirely plausible. This Hama is a wonderfully straightforward but complex character, serving ever as he is able.

Reviewed by: sulriel -- Score: 3

This is beautiful and tender and romantic in a hurtful kind of way. Hama is a true servant of the heart, holding nothing back. Serving the White Lady as she needs, asking nothing in return. The erotic elements are well done without being over done.