Stewards of Gondor: Genverse Arc
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Father and Sons: 17. Author Notes
This story started out being only a chapter long. And then it reproduced amoebically. And then it spawned another six projected chapters. And then those episodes bred incestuously amongst themselves until there were fifteen full-length chapters and an epilogue (which latest addition I hope feels complete. Suggestions welcome on that topic!).
Because this is now becoming quite a tangled web, I thought you might want to know how this story fits in with my other Gondor stories-- "Love Sweet as Poison," "From the Other River Bank," and (eventually) "Star and Stone." Clearly they break down along the slash/non-slash line, and so should not be confused with each other, despite the number of common incidents that they share. But neither of them have priority over each other in my mind: I see both story arcs as being legitimate gap-fillers, intended to try to explain the motivations of some of the most complex characters in Tolkien's "Lord of the Rings." They are not intended to be AU's, but rather are two competing interpretations of the same set of characters and the defining events of their lives. You can read the stories against each other, or simply enjoy (assuming that you do in fact enjoy this much angst) them separately.
Title of the epilogue arose out of I know not what corner of my fevered brain. If I ever dip into Biblical fiction again, it might be a tale to write: "For Lazarus remains..." dead. Call it a reaction to the "Boromir lives!" fic that occasionally appears. Not that some of them aren't good, but to me, the the most profound act of Boromir's life was his willingness to die to redeem himself, even though that meant he would never know whether Gondor-- and all those that he loved-- would stand or fall. Where Aragorn is allowed to surrender the ring and live, it is only through death that Boromir is allowed to relinquish the quest. And of course now his family has to live with his decision. Anyhow... there's your bit of odd reflection for this fic!
Thanks to all those who have reviewed, who have offered their comments and concerns, listened to me complain about Imrahil (Isabeau of Greenlea, in particular), and who generally let me do some serious playing in the realm of common imagination!
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