'They are riding across green mounds at a slow pace, and Erestor has time to listen: to the man’s movements as they follow the movements of his horse, to the wind that flaps the edges of his dark grey cloak, to his hair as it swishes against the fabric of his garments. Under the traits of a Ranger Erestor sees in him the marks of the descendants of sea-kings: a flicker of Elven light behind the grey eyes, a brush of eternity that is longer than an ordinary mortal’s.'
An example of what I loved about this fic - the writing. Lovely to see it posted on lj :) You wrote the characters beautifully, and handled your plot delicately. I thought you created perfectly the word 'evocative' from the request. Thanks again for this lovely fic.
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Date: 2008-01-09 09:59 pm (UTC)An example of what I loved about this fic - the writing. Lovely to see it posted on lj :) You wrote the characters beautifully, and handled your plot delicately. I thought you created perfectly the word 'evocative' from the request. Thanks again for this lovely fic.