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March 15, 2005 at 12:00 AM
This is a charming story set in an interesting time (Chinese curse). Please write more. Haldir and his love need to be able to go home.
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July 6, 2004 at 12:00 AM
Hi Sienna,
Wonderful story; I just can't believe how beautiful your 'bondingoetroetry is; had to read it over and over.
Kudos! Keep writing.
Marcianightengale
Wonderful story; I just can't believe how beautiful your 'bondingoetroetry is; had to read it over and over.
Kudos! Keep writing.
Marcianightengale
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April 27, 2004 at 12:00 AM
Oh this is a wonderful tale, so rich in detail and backstory. I can tell I'm going to be sucked into the complexity of the story. Already I adore Haldir and Elyen. You've obviously put in an enormous amount of time and effort into writing For the Love of a Maia and always when I come across work of this standard I am amazed at the talent that fan fiction attracts. The only lem lem I have with finding such a brilliant story so early on is the inevitable wait for updates, but I guess you can't have it all ways huh?!
Marie :-)
Marie :-)
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April 25, 2004 at 12:00 AM
I love it already and would love to read more (and quickly!). You are a very skilled writer; you have great use of description and incredible details that bring your world to life. Seemd like you've done a lot of research.
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April 25, 2004 at 12:00 AM
Dear, beloved, magnificient Sienna,
Once again, I cannot find words to express how much you touched me. It is for I am no English speaker or writer, but above all for three chapters of your "Love for a Maia" were sufficient to move me to tears. I dare even not to tell you how I feel, being not sure of it myself. I wanted to tell it to you though, to say that I had read and had loved. Tellement aimé.
I do not know really what moves me more in this story. I a"Ha"Haldir-lover" and therefore am inclined to appreciate good fanfictions where he comes back to life. I am a Tolkien-addict and was long before I watched the movies, but I confess that I tend to prefer the movies in case of Haldir's fate. Why ? Maybe for it seems so "romantic" to me, to see a character die for his friends and what he believes in. After all, is it not so rar our our modern world ?
Reading your fic, I was impressed first by the talent (and I cannot find a better word, though it is not exactly what I want to mean) you show proof of. Your picture of an imaginary world is so realistic, so Tolkien-like that I was full of admiration since the very first paragraphs. It is so alike what I had imagined, so full of sadness, beauty and nostalgia ; Valinor always seemed to me being a poem : melodious, slowly rythmic and expressing that particular sort of feeling onrencrench poets from the 19th century - the Accursed Poets - 's poetry brings back to me. Alqualondë is for me equivalent to some melancholic Baudelaire's verses. I would like so much you knew what I am speaking about...
Then is the part of medieval history. I was absolutely astounded by the accuracy of your words. How could I explain ? I am very interested in the medieval centuries of civilizations, especially French and English ones, and it may be because I have some notions in th subject. I wanted, some times ago, to write some fanfic which would have taken place in a Medieval France - from where I am - but as I write "Harry Potter" and LotR fanfics, the audience might not accept it... Anyway, many reasons caused me to delay the project. I hope it will be true one day. But you see how much your fic's context was... likely to move me.
And I was surprised, too, pleasantly surprised by the sincerity of the love story. It is true (being an author I know perfectly the tricks of the trade) that Haldir is someone rather easy to involve in any romantic affair. Only because we do not know anything of him, apart from his name and his two brothers'. I think it is something which makes him interesting (and I should say, from my own point of view at least, fascianting) to "study" in a fic. Therefore it is always rather difficult not to fall into easiness... and it is something you avoid remarkably. But how did you do that ?!
Three chapters were sufficient to make my incredibly increased ego to dim noticeably. A pity for me (and yet) but not for you, because I will go on following you into the very flames of Mordor if I have to. And I will continue reading, in awe and in tears, until the walls of my spirit fall under both my grief and sorrow's weight. I said.
Now all seems to be said and done... I think I know one word, actually, to express what I feel really :
Merci.
Once again, I cannot find words to express how much you touched me. It is for I am no English speaker or writer, but above all for three chapters of your "Love for a Maia" were sufficient to move me to tears. I dare even not to tell you how I feel, being not sure of it myself. I wanted to tell it to you though, to say that I had read and had loved. Tellement aimé.
I do not know really what moves me more in this story. I a"Ha"Haldir-lover" and therefore am inclined to appreciate good fanfictions where he comes back to life. I am a Tolkien-addict and was long before I watched the movies, but I confess that I tend to prefer the movies in case of Haldir's fate. Why ? Maybe for it seems so "romantic" to me, to see a character die for his friends and what he believes in. After all, is it not so rar our our modern world ?
Reading your fic, I was impressed first by the talent (and I cannot find a better word, though it is not exactly what I want to mean) you show proof of. Your picture of an imaginary world is so realistic, so Tolkien-like that I was full of admiration since the very first paragraphs. It is so alike what I had imagined, so full of sadness, beauty and nostalgia ; Valinor always seemed to me being a poem : melodious, slowly rythmic and expressing that particular sort of feeling onrencrench poets from the 19th century - the Accursed Poets - 's poetry brings back to me. Alqualondë is for me equivalent to some melancholic Baudelaire's verses. I would like so much you knew what I am speaking about...
Then is the part of medieval history. I was absolutely astounded by the accuracy of your words. How could I explain ? I am very interested in the medieval centuries of civilizations, especially French and English ones, and it may be because I have some notions in th subject. I wanted, some times ago, to write some fanfic which would have taken place in a Medieval France - from where I am - but as I write "Harry Potter" and LotR fanfics, the audience might not accept it... Anyway, many reasons caused me to delay the project. I hope it will be true one day. But you see how much your fic's context was... likely to move me.
And I was surprised, too, pleasantly surprised by the sincerity of the love story. It is true (being an author I know perfectly the tricks of the trade) that Haldir is someone rather easy to involve in any romantic affair. Only because we do not know anything of him, apart from his name and his two brothers'. I think it is something which makes him interesting (and I should say, from my own point of view at least, fascianting) to "study" in a fic. Therefore it is always rather difficult not to fall into easiness... and it is something you avoid remarkably. But how did you do that ?!
Three chapters were sufficient to make my incredibly increased ego to dim noticeably. A pity for me (and yet) but not for you, because I will go on following you into the very flames of Mordor if I have to. And I will continue reading, in awe and in tears, until the walls of my spirit fall under both my grief and sorrow's weight. I said.
Now all seems to be said and done... I think I know one word, actually, to express what I feel really :
Merci.