Middle-Earth Fanfiction Awards

Eradication

Author: Breemon
Nominator: Súlriel
2010 Award Category: Times: Ring War: Mixed Drabbles

Story Type: Drabble : Length: True Drabble
Rating: Teen -- Reason for Rating: Death from a first person perspective but not described in enough detail to warrant a higher rating.
Summary: Complete, Challenge Piece The destruction of Mordor (movie-verse) from an anonymous first-person perspective.


Reviewed by: Súlriel -- Score: 6

We don't know this unnamed, unidentified character, he could be a she, an Orc or an Easterling or any manner of creature, maybe even a man, but I don't see that as important in this magnificently deeply woven drabble. It's what we do know about this individual that's important. That they felt pain and terror and loss and regret in the last slowing, agonizing moments of their death - even if they'd never regret their service before, they still felt that pain at the end. We don't even know if they gave willing service to the Dark Lord, but I think not, given the ironic resignation of the last line. How many of those servants of the dark echoed these very thoughts in their last moments, perhaps a great number of them. Certainly not all, as there must have been those who delighted in the darkness with their lord, but I don't feel this was one of those.

Reviewed by: Larner -- Score: 5

We know what the downfall of Sauron was like from the point of view of those in the Army of the West and from that of Samwise Gamgee as he watched Frodo's struggle with Gollum and saw the fall of Smeagol and the Ring into the Fire, and as he rescued Frodo from the mountain's own death throes. We even have a brief Eagle's eye view of the distant fall of the eight remaining Nazgul. This look at the process from the point of view of one of Sauron's own is unique and somehow satisfying--and particularly the final conscious thought on the situation from the unidentified dying soldier. Well done!

Reviewed by: Thundera Tiger -- Score: 5

I have to admit that this drabble surprised me with its ending. My natural assumption was that this took place from the perspective of someone in Aragorn's army. A soldier of Gondor, perhaps, or maybe one of the Rohirrim. I was not expecting this kind of poetic poise in the enemy, though it seems I should have. The last, bitter thought reflects the idea that the service offered by this particular individual might not have been offered willingly. The split seconds before being engulfed were riveting, and I could almost feel the pounding between heartbeats as the destruction of Barad-dur swept over Mordor. A moving and thoughtful little piece.

Reviewed by: The Lauderdale -- Score: 4

Nice bit of movie-verse inspired drabbling. Who our unnamed narrator is we do not know: Orc or Uruk, Man of the East or Man of the South. Male? female? Does it matter? We're there in that final moment as the end of the Eye consumes its own, in immediate and matter-of-fact prose, and the only clue to the temperament of our unknown protagonist is the choice of words: "Only fitting."

Reviewed by: Tanaqui -- Score: 4

Breemon has chosen the perspective of one of Sauron's footsoldiers to explore the downfall of Mordor. I love the visceral descriptions of the destruction as it impacts on the point-of-view character's body, especially the description of how he perceives the sound of the destruction. There's also a quiet, resigned cynicism in the final line at recognizing that Sauron would have no care to protect those who have served him. Unusual and powerful well done!

Reviewed by: Raksha the Demon -- Score: 3

A powerful piece that deals with the life and death of an anonymous soldier in Sauron's forces. His last moments are terrifying and painful; and his perspective - honest and pragmatic, with a tinge of irony - rings very true.

Reviewed by: Virtuella -- Score: 2

This is intriguing, and one wonders who the speaker is. He seems too reflective for an orc or troll, but which humans might have been so close as to be burned?

Reviewed by: crowdaughter -- Score: 1

Powerful and stunning!