This feels so very real and right. Thank you.

This fic (and "Talking Hurts" too) portrays the changes in Maedhros after Thangorodrim really well. Maybe I've read the wrong Thangorodrim fics, but I can't think of any other author who has managed that.

I can't add anything else to the things people have already said, but this really is an amazing fic.

Very very lovely story. The only criticism I could have is that it is too short.

Absolutely lovely.

My favorite line: “I thought you would have made enough journeys in the snow.” Very meaningful.

~EP41 :)

I love this story. How can one not? Your dialogue is so natural that it hardly seems like fic at all, but like the transcript of a real conversation, or something like that.

I adore your Maedhros -- so world-wise and weary and so innocent and child-like at the same time. And Fingon is so sweet in his kind of calm desperation to be loved, to have everything be like it was before. Wonderful characterization of both these two.

One issue I noticed was the confusion of "to" and "too" a few times, which you should look over. Other than that, the writing was flawless and perfect for this mood. Fantastic work!

Just...incredible. The way you pieced the dialongue together, the little pieces and feeling stitched together...it was amazing.

...there was something else signifigant I was going to mention, but in the torrent of comteplation that set upon me when I finished this story, I have forgot it. Sorry.

The dialogue is so refreshing. There needs to be more dialogue like yours.

I know it seems superfluous to say so, with all the other detailed praise you have gotten from others, but out of all the Maedhros/Fingon slash stories I have read--and I've read quite a bit--this is definitely the best done and most original.

Thanks. Just...thank you for writing this. I really enjoyed it.

~Mirfein

I'm glad I took the time to read this.
As it seems you're sick, 'get better' would be the appropriate thing to say, except that it isn't, if you see what I mean. How can a story told by a damaged character be so beneficial?

Beautiful. And it has a sense of quietness that so perfectly matches the snow falling. It really seems they've managed to stop time and be all alone in the world while trying to come to terms with... whatever. Beautifully sick! ;-)

Oh, Lipz. Often I think I've said everything there is to be said about your writing and your muses, and it always falls short. There's a beauty and innocence left in Maedhros even after all his damage that makes up such a large part of his elven-ness. He really is a child sometimes - supremely rational and supremely passionate and juggling both. Fingon must be praised with great praise. I always think he gets a bit shafted when Mae's on the scene but he's perfect here because of the way he loves, and the way he seems so much more mature than Mae and so much more helpless at once.

As for your writing, I can only kiss your knees. You have these densely packed images that seem so simple and clear, and your style is so lucid. Which means I am gushing, so I'm just going to stop now.

P.S. Extra huggles because you're, like, a really sick person. Drop me a line if you need flowers or candy.

slashers are really sick people!

Lovely, really well done. I love this look at their relationship, and Mae's healing seen from his side. We so often see if from everyone else's eyes, it's nice to have his POV. I love the way you characterized them both. This is a real gem.
*applauds*

Lipstick, I loved this story when you posted it to your LJ, and I love it even more now. It's simply beautiful. The subtleties of feeling, of a strained relationship between two people, of a narrator who is protective about his personal space -- they're all incredibly well portrayed. It's like being in a room with these two, and at the same time like being inside Maedhros' head. A wonderful fic.