I've been your reader for a long time. If I hadn't written any review for your brilliant stories it would have been only due to the fact that I've been unable to express what I thought in an accurate way. But the adventure always has a start, and as time passes by it becomes more and more clear that waiting does not help. Therefore let me start by simply saying: your works are truly gems that add splendor to the crown Professor Tolkien had wrought.

Very convincing and touching emotions, strong characterisation, and beautiful narrating flows, are what I want to say for all your work. You have such an amazing ability to delicately weave a feeling that resembles the Tolkien motif into lines, yet it is never spoken out loud but instead veiled and managed carefully, and thus leads to an unmatchable beauty. Reading your work is always an experience unforgetable, like wading barefooted in a cool creek - you can never predict when shells in the sand might hurt your feet, but even the pain is enjoyable when the beauty of the shards is revealed.

Long Night was the first of all your stories that I read. No doubt it shares all the characteristics I mentioned above. I highly appreciate the way you framed Feanor. I see the Spirit of Fire indeed, not a master of madness as I saw in some interpretations. As someone so powerful and influential his reasons and motivations must be convincing. And I see them clearly in your work. The visualization of Nerdanel is also very impressive. It's a Nerdanel more feminine than what I would have put, yet she stood her ground as a mother and a daughter, vivid and refreshing. Her loss is real and dear, and so is the loss of all that had remained. 'Right must override love', but 'wisdom does not necessarily mean right'. A choice that will hurt either way, and the pain and conflict in such choices are eternal.

Finally, thank you for bringing us the story. I cannot wait to see more.

A few bits that stuck with me:
Ch. 2 - "There are times when right must overrule love,"
Ch. 3 - the bolted doors.
Ch 4 - " holding his broken-winged child in a tight embrace, supporting her."

I couldn't stop reading this, and by the end I was close to tears. Simply amazing.

That was wonderful! it was so touching! I felt so, so sorry for Nerdanel! You're a wonderful writer!

*weeps inconsolably*

Oh - it's such a sad story.

*welcomes the end-of-Arda plot bunnies*

You've written Nerdanel's anguish exceedingly well; I was nearly in tears by the end of this fic. Very, very good characterizations, and an excellent fic. "There are times when love must overrule wisdom."

And I'm left with mouth hanging open. The End? Sadly, that was only the beginning.

Marvellous writing. Nerdanel's pain as she hears her sons speak... I love Feanor, but this story made me want to beat him repeatedly over the head. Your characterization of him is flawless; proud and mad yet still, there's some overpowering draw to him.

Again, wonderful. And AAH! I just discovered you've written an Eol story and I'm off to read it.

"There are times when right must overrule love."

I think I trembled. This is superb writing, so taut, so grievous. I'll say more later, I have to go read the rest!

Goodness gracious, this is so wonderful and yet so realistically depressing. The relationships between the different elves are superbly done, and the plot well paced. But why does everyone insists on writing the sad Feanor(as the rebellious one bringing the doom to the Noldor), would anyone be kind enough to write a happier one featuring him? Please...

This is absolutely wonderful - you've created for me a vision of Nerdanel that I won't forget. You've also managed to humanize (maybe elf-ize, I guess) the towering figure of Feanor, and bring his crimes out of the abstract. You made me hurt for them both, and especially for their sons. Nerdanel's frustration and anguish is so moving. I don't know how long you plan on making this, but if you can I would suggest keeping your focus on Nerdanel and Feanor and not trying to fill in too much of the minor characters - let's face it, the few people who read this (damn unfair, I think, that this gets only a half dozen reviews) will have a grasp of the characters. I would, however, like more of Mahtan. Anyway, I will defintely be coming back to read more.

moving, powerfull...the words escape me....

oooh, just stumbled on this one(because I'm a complete dimwit who cannot seem to find the best stories even when they're right under her nose) and I like it:)

Heartbreaking.... I'm particularly taken with the way you have Nerdanel's thoughts woven in amidst the words of the terrible Oath in Chapter 3.
Might I ask what the UCMEC is ?

Superbly written. I can only wonder why stuff like this doesn't get more reviews. Absoluptly great. Keep on. The characterisation is wonderful.

Well researched and well paced, and I admire the way you weave the Oath of Feanor into the narrative. Sad as it all is, I can hardly wait to read more.

I already told you how much I liked it, but I'll gladly do so again (grin)
I *love* it! One of the few stories that grabs me from the start, and doesn't let go until right to the end... So much little presents in it, which I urge people to go and find.
Poor Nerdanel...
And Feanor (I'm beginning to like him, I can't help myself) you make him so very... understandable...
Now I have to go and read it again...