Middle-Earth Fanfiction Awards

Ties of Love

Author: Avon

Nominator: unknown

2004 Award Category: Races: Men: Gondor

Story Type: Other Fiction : Length: unknown
Rating: PG -- Reason for Rating: N/A
Summary: Boromir and Faramir and the ties that bind us. Boromir explains a Gondorian superstition to Pippin.


Review scores are not available for 2004.

Reviewed by: Ainaechoiriel -- Score: N/A

I liked this story and was impressed that Avon made up the tradition. The flashbacks were just right. As was Pippin's curiosity over Boromir's geneology. I like the sentiment of Faramir giving Boromir the cords as an adult.

Reviewed by: Dwimordene -- Score: N/A

I really enjoyed this short little piece. Lovely tradition, beautiful language, and a fine answer to a challenge!

Reviewed by: Thundera Tiger -- Score: N/A

Wonderful story involving a Gondor superstition that expands the culture of Gondor. We don't get nearly enough stories that take a good look into some of the superstitions and old wives' tales surrounding the groups of people in Middle-earth. Avon does a superb job here, and I like the idea that it is Faramir who adheres to this tradition both as a child and as a man. I also love the idea that pragmatic, practical Boromir still keeps the three red cords (well, the SIX red cords) and the ending just blew me away. The one holding him to life was gone, but the other two that tied him to his land and to Faramir were still there. Lovely ending.

Reviewed by: Elanor -- Score: N/A

Boromir explains a Gondorian superstition to Pippin in a nicely rounded story. I have no quibbles with this story. Well written, well plotted, and perfectly structured. Passages I liked most: Without thinking, he gently rubbed the three of them together and twisted them until they appeared a braid. It was a gesture that spoke of long familiarity and Pippin nodded, eyes bright. - well observed. With typical Hobbit curiosity he had long since ferreted out a family tree from Boromir and now he wiggled closer, hopeful of more. - Hobbitry nicely captured. He reached into a tunic pocket and pulled out three red cords. He flicked the briefest of glances towards his brother with eyes as dark and unreadable as storm clouds then stepped closer and began to tie the cords on once again. "One to tie you to life so you will never leave it." It was a man's voice now, deeper and more certain, but the faintest tremor still shook it. Boromir's heart ached as he looked at the black head, bent to its task, that now stood on level with his own. So much the man and yet still his small brother. "One to tie you to this land so you will always return." Faramir fumbled a little with the knot then took his time to ensure that the cord was flat and lay smoothly beside its brother. The sun was warm on Boromir's back and bathed the land in a golden light and Boromir let his eyes soak in the dearly loved hills and valleys of his land. On the horizon, the sun struck the whiteness of Minas Tirith and he narrowed his eyes against the glare to trace its tall towers one more time. With careful slowness Faramir was tying on the last cord and Boromir whispered the final words along with him. "One to tie you to those you love so they will never lose you." - for me that is evocative, playing with my emotions through the words selected, and beautiful. Above its place, two red cords remained only, and they stained with the darker red of Boromir's life.. One to tie you to those you love so they will never lose you. One to tie you to this land so you will always return. - and here the story finds an beautifully crafted haunting end.