Aaahh, now we know Erestor's story, sad and unfortunate as it is. But the chapter is much more than a revelation, as far as our poor, insecure scribe is concerned. It's has many implications and it is a statement, in a way. I remember discussing this with you after I read the whole story, not long after my birthday. Regarding this, a certain paragraph put a bitter smile on my face:
“You heard of Eressetor? And the unfortunate ‘affair’ with the boy from the scribal assistants?” For no one could bear the pressure of such hideous information; always, it begged to relieved, the infection released, as though speaking of it to others with an appropriate amount of disdain might make the aberrance leech into their blood and poison them as it had me. Speaking of it served the same painful purpose as slicing open an infected sore to release that which it harbored within.
Eru, you phrase this in a way that raises a lot of anger in me, knowing that so many real people, in real life think this way. It is also a different approach you have taken, not taking Elven homosexuality as a given, as part of their nature (as most slash writers, myself included, do.)
“It is unnatural!” I heard myself cry. “To love two such as that!”
Ai! And to think that he will have to live with it and be constantly reminded that his love will never be enough for a certain someone to forsake his obsession(s). This makes me so sad and sorry for Erestor.
I loved the way you brought in Ornisso, warming us up to him gradually. First, he appears bland and then he just blossoms, as Erestor's feelings for him grow.
Also, the glimpse into the House of Nolofinwe and that familiarity dispalyed by Erestor's father, were interesting to discover. Just like I found Erestor's more or less hidden loyalty to Feanaro endearing, though the eldest High Prince was little more than rumor and distant memory.
But I got one.
He definitely got one! Somehow, the fact that Erestor burned his unsent letters made me think of Feanaro's fiery spirit and the supernatural possibility that he knew who Erestor was and what he needed long before any word was said or written.
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“You heard of Eressetor? And the unfortunate ‘affair’ with the boy from the scribal assistants?” For no one could bear the pressure of such hideous information; always, it begged to relieved, the infection released, as though speaking of it to others with an appropriate amount of disdain might make the aberrance leech into their blood and poison them as it had me. Speaking of it served the same painful purpose as slicing open an infected sore to release that which it harbored within.
Eru, you phrase this in a way that raises a lot of anger in me, knowing that so many real people, in real life think this way. It is also a different approach you have taken, not taking Elven homosexuality as a given, as part of their nature (as most slash writers, myself included, do.)
“It is unnatural!” I heard myself cry. “To love two such as that!”
Ai! And to think that he will have to live with it and be constantly reminded that his love will never be enough for a certain someone to forsake his obsession(s). This makes me so sad and sorry for Erestor.
I loved the way you brought in Ornisso, warming us up to him gradually. First, he appears bland and then he just blossoms, as Erestor's feelings for him grow.
Also, the glimpse into the House of Nolofinwe and that familiarity dispalyed by Erestor's father, were interesting to discover. Just like I found Erestor's more or less hidden loyalty to Feanaro endearing, though the eldest High Prince was little more than rumor and distant memory.
But I got one.
He definitely got one! Somehow, the fact that Erestor burned his unsent letters made me think of Feanaro's fiery spirit and the supernatural possibility that he knew who Erestor was and what he needed long before any word was said or written.