Middle-Earth Fanfiction Awards

Minas Morgul

Author: Baillie from Bree
Nominator: Elanor
2010 Award Category: Genres: Poetry: Hobbits - First Place

Story Type: Poetry : Length: N/A
Rating: General -- Reason for Rating: N/A
Summary: Frodo and Sam and the hidden Stair


Reviewed by: Elanor -- Score: 5

The Tower of the Moon that was is the subject of this elegant poem, which beautifully captures the dark tower that is Frodo's prison, the ghastly views of Mordor to be seen from its heights, and one small intruder who is about to change its destiny. While the poem is skillfully constructed and clothed in a language of languid beauty, it is the author's great instinct for powerful metaphor that really triumphs here. This is a dark, troubling, and in the end, very impressive portrait of seeping evil by a fine writer who obviously knows whereof she speaks. I hope you will read and comment. Highly recommended for those who value language and the careful process of word selection, or just the results thereof!

Reviewed by: The Lauderdale -- Score: 4

I'm not sure what the meter of this poem is, but Baillie from Bree hews well to the scheme (s)he has chosen for its construction. Descriptions of Morgul flowers, [white-fleshed like something pale and drowned surrendered by a killing sea], and the surrounding darkness ([dusk leaning, sinking, melting deep]) conjure up a setting straight out of hobbit nightmares. Written in the form of an address to Minas Morgul (formerly Minas Ithil), the invocation "O Tower of the Moon that was" is a hauntingly beautiful refrain throughout, like something from a fairy tale. Very nicely done!

Reviewed by: Dreamflower -- Score: 4

This poem never falters in its cadence as it evokes that image of Minas Morgul, sickly, ghastly, a brooding presence of evil, reeking of all that has been done there in the gloom. And yet, from the first line to the last, the reader feels a sense of secret glee-- this mighty stronghold of villainy is completely oblivious to the danger posed by two small determined persons who creep past unobserved... The imagery and rhythm of this poem are pitch perfect, and evoke just the right images in the mind.

Reviewed by: Antane -- Score: 3

A very atmospheric poem showing the full horror of what Minas Morgul was really like and it gives you even more admiration for those two small ones who were there in its shadow on their way to defeat Sauron, toiling within the nightmare he had made in which they were entwined, bringing doom to him as they embraced their own, lights to his darkness.

Reviewed by: Larner -- Score: 3

What a powerfully descriptive poem, looking at the haunted city of the Ring-wraiths and at the same time following the quiet, desperate climb of Frodo, Sam, and Smeagol up the secret stair! Imagery is appropriately shivery, and the rhymes both well wrought and well polished, the meter excellent! A work I highly endorse. Not for the faint of heart.

Reviewed by: Virtuella -- Score: 3

I enjoyed this very evocative poem which summons strong images of the Morgul Vale. The use of contrast between the menacing tower and the [furtive mice] that sneak past unnoticed is very well done.