ohhhhhhhhhh ... oh oh oh ... such sad words, the end. I've spent, I think, almost two years following this story, for there were only a few chapters written when I first stumbled upon it in my first months wandering the Rings fandom. And many long, lovely hours sharpening my sagacity as I attempted to follow and discern the weavings of your mind, Ziggy.
Congratulations, my friend! You've accomplished a feat few fan fiction authors manage - finishing a novel-length story without ever losing the focus of the main thread, and giving closure to the story line in a wonderfully beatific manner, yet without becoming sappy. If you were here on my side of the pond, standing next to me, I would give you a well-dserved pat on the back. But since you're not, you will have to pat yourself on the back from me. Kudo's, Ziggy, for your awesomeness.
So, things I loved about this final chapter: that the entire chapter featured benedictions of the most holy sort - the gift of insight that allowed Legolas to lead Elrohir to finding his own forgiveness (beautifully done, mon ami); Elrohir's turning upon the spindle of fate so he knows his own mind at last and his willing submission to the force of that unstinting love; the little peeks back into what came before so that as a reader I felt wrapped up in the whole fic again, reminded of the pleasure I took in reading each chapter as it came to me; the excerpts from the book in this last chapter that tied the whole fic into canon and made it - for me - a huge part of my fanon canon; the couple of intense and beautifully wrought love scenes; and as always - everything about your Legolas. Your choice to have him demand submission of Elrohir as a last act of contrition for the pride that ruled the Noldor elf's actions made me wonder again if you're not in the business of mental health. I thought it fitting that in asking for the yielding, Legolas offered a kind of balm for the acts of agression Elrohir may have only committed in his heart, but longed to reprieve himself of.
I loved Gandalf and the hobbits, especially your Pippin, who is so adorable in his wisdom and discretion and overinflated sense of self.
I just loved it start to finish - but then, that goes for the whole story, in addition to this last chapter!
Ahhhhhh, Ziggy, thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for the countless hours of pleasure I've derived from this fic. For the dreams you've engineered that have lingered beyond the hours of darkness. For the gift of your words and images that have evoked a sense of Noldor vs Wood elf that I will carry with me forever. For the inaudible symphony of elven song that will follow me for the rest of my days.
I'm suspect this will no longer qualify for Mature status over at the MEFA awards, since it now has definite R-rated bits, but know that you are a winner in my book. The Sons of Thunder will be a standard bearer for me that all other Tolkien fan fic stories will have to measure up to.
hannon le, mellon nin,