This chapter is hilarious! And so harrowing! A wonderful, beautiful, marvelous ending! How can I be so thrilled over an ending to such a perfect story?! That this series could never end! But such an end! The way Legolas responds (so favourably for people loving both Estel and the Elf through the whole 'trip home') is so sadly sweet, so touchingly deep in such simple array! Estel's heroic "uncomfortability" is ingenius- that you were wise enough to return him to prankster extraordinaire attitude is great! Poor Legolas, what must he suffer through when he is strengthened? The ending is so humourous! The Tickle of Doom? You have to write a story on the creation of that! *hehe* - "Well, first he said something about my ancestry that I do not think could possibly be true and certainly did not reflect well upon you, Ada! Then he suggested that I engage in activities that I am *sure* elves do not normally participate in, and are physically impossible besides!" - I was trying to stop laughing, but failing horribly! And Legolas' return to that! O, the tears of mirth in my eyes! I cannot appraise it enough! Ai! The first time I read this, I was so upset that I couldn't tell you how awesome it was! It is a dream to do so now! This is my absolute favourite story *ever*. Book or fanfic, it is the best!
   I laughed like crazy at your A/N. No, of course you wouldn't make Legolas have a limp! You may be the best at Angst, but you are no boor! (Yes, writing is weird. The characters, even 'yet uninvented' ones, are in charge by all accounts! They do know how to "niggle"!)

Ardently,
Elemmírë Star-Sheen

*weep* O, man, that line always gets me. "Forgive me..... forgive me." That's when I started crying. That is a big thing for me- I never cry. My tears are the biggest compliment of any author! Even Tolkien was scarce come to them! The scene between Elrond and Estel is so touching, and hilarous! "I am. Is it working?" Oi, love it! It is delicious! A treat for all who are blessed enough to read it! Chilling, angsty, but heart-warming and delightful. Chilling is the proper word. Thoroughly, wholly, torturingly, perfectly. Critique: using *these*, distracts from the flow. Can't say why, but that's how it is for me. Could be just me. But the whole... ! It is beautiful!

Elemmire Star-Sheen

Exciting! Thrilling to an extreme! It breaks my heart! I love this point, so close to hurting my very being, and making it stronger! A wild pace you set, of which you broke, but some how did not slow, with the river incident. No wonder Erestor is not bound! I love, love, love this part! It is so sad, so heart-breaking, that I adore it! Legolas is in a sorry predicament... and Estel no less so! The end was so touching- Estel tasting Legolas' tear... *sob*! A pensive tale, so cleverly woven and laid so plainly! It is despairing, and still lovely beyond word's scope. Heaven on earth! I am beyond jealous! I'm ecstatic and fervid! Your vocabulary is tastful and large, but not overly used. "...purblind maypole!" And used humourously at times! It is a painting, that sparks love and adoration, yet ever time it is admired, it shreds the heart and burns the soul with a languishing, forlorn fire! That I could write like you... I am in awe, and in pain for your characters! (Is it just me, or have I said this kind of thing before?)

Overwhelmed,
Elemmire Star-Sheen 

(My 100th review!!!) With much pleasure on my part, I have returned to finish this story once more! This chapter mounts the tension, not a filler chapter, but as potent and thrilling as the last, setting the stage for the final scenes! You have a brillant amount of astuteness in your stories! I had choosen some of my favourite lines... but I don't think you want your whole story in here! Joyfully I read this endowment, though an ever growing lump is in my throat- that it is a pleasure to read, and yet a burden of pain is amazing! It is truly my favourite story of all of yours! ... Of all of fanfiction! Even my own! "You cannot leave me, gwador nin. I need you to help me be the son of Arathorn. I heard Mithrandir and Ada speaking when they did not know I could hear. They said you are star-bound with me. You cannot go. I need you to stand by me, be my sword brother, my guide to the ways of people and places I have never seen. Twice in the last few months I asked if you loved me. Twice you proved your love. Now I will prove mine. I will not let you go. If you go despite my efforts, I will take ship like my famous ancestor and demand the Valar return you to us." The boy broke down into soft sobs that he had held back all the while since he had found the stricken elf. He whispered into the back of his friend's head, over and over, "Do not leave me…" until exhaustion finally brought sleep.  So bittersweet! He is so pitiable, and so young! It is so wondrous, awe-inspiring and colourful... so tender,  and touching! Every line has some new insight that is so stirring- ai! I am so glad that the chapter title turned to vain, in the end Legolas giving up and agreeing to go (even though I know how it turns out). I loved everything in here to death, for how miraculous, hair-raising, staggering, astounding, overwhelming and heavenly it is- God bless you! And thank you a hundred thousand times over for your comment on "What King is This?" Such a review from one so precocious as you!

Elemmire Star-Sheen

Forget not Menelmacar

sorry, I just had to comment. It is a brilliant peice of work and just the right end to the "Burried"seiries.

At present I am listening to the sound track to Baveheart, and tegether they are heart breaking.  Especial Murron's Burrial and Sons of Scotland. the emotion in both your story and the music flow with grace and love that they sort of comleat eachother. Even though your story can stand own, I like it with the audio.

(The thoughts on fading were fabulous! It but proves you care how the story comes out!) I could not hold my silence any longer. It was an honourable pause, none the less. You must excuse me.
   Legolas is right, and still wrong. I understand his struggle- you make a good case of it. Estel- my braveheart, my child! - is so stubborn, and I am glad of it. How can Legolas even think of fading now that Estel has come, though? ... I think I shall sign all of my reviews in honour of this story, putting by my name "I am so sorry that I am not an Elf who will just sit here like a beautiful, sad, drooping lily and watch you die!" or "How utterly, utterly lovely you looked" because those were the lines that stuck in my mind after reading this- they stayed for months, never leaving, always plaguing me to my utter, utter joy. I am holding back a flood of compliments that wishes to surge forth, telling you how much this story, this chapter, means to me. I... I... I am speechless.
   Inside I weep. This is the deep breath before the plunge, and the plunge is great, a vast wall of churning black water far below the small ledge of sorrow you force me onto. Yet I cannot wait. It twists my thoughts in excitement and makes sallow everything about me. My heart is faint...
 

Aia! I beleg od iaur garbalan admin Enedh-amar! Alae! Pentangle i Resplendent! 

Elemmire Star-Sheen

P.S. I told you I would give it to you in Elvish! There it is! "Hail! The mighty of old hold-power in-again Middle-earth! Behold! Pentangle the Resplendent!" It is my heart-song!

O... ouch. No matter how many times I read that... ouch. Ok. Take a deep breath, my poor, beloved Pentangle. This is my favourite of all time fic ever. It also sent me into a state of sickness at points- I shall address that later (have no fear, just a knotted, queasy stomach) for as of yet I'm fine. Exciting! A fine opening to a story. I really wish you could use darn instead of d**n,  because I wince and groan everytime I see it, and it distracts from the flow and does not allow me to hand this over to my younger siblings for fear of their innocence. That is all I will say on that for the whole of this. I only wish for you to know you have a fire that burns stronger and truer without than ever could be with. Grace be with you. "But I say to you that for every idle word men may speak, they will give account of it in the day of judgement. - Matthew 12:36"
   Moving on, I must praise you yet again. For what flaw can I say? Everything is beautiful, and cold fingers slide about my throat, constricting it in remembrance of what you do to my darling boys! A chill, cold and hard, traced my neck for my mind lowered the shield to look upon what the Peredhils and advisors would of wished to hide. One word: forlorn. Cold, harsh, bitter, and wondrously good! I feel like this is getting old. You are a master of words, and the Lady of writing! Do not tell me I am to kind- for my reply will be this "If you have walked all these days with closed ears and mind asleep, wake up now! -- Gandalf, book 5, chapter 1-Minas Tirith" For you are amazing, and what is grace if this gift of yours is not? You have the sweet-tounge of an Elf, and the wisedom of a Vala, and all the while adorn yourself with a simplicity of a hobbit's joyful eye. But when you drew nigh to angst, you have a mightier voice by black and white than the voice of Maglor in song. And this is only the first chapter. "As of a few hours ago he had ceased to be a warrior of Mirkwood." It is entertaningly algid! Yet, by the love I have for this, I will wait in respectful silence for you to grace me with your response. And, if you wonder, I am not really English or whatever. I just like adding "u" to favorite and color, and honor, for it seems more Elven, or whatever. So don't be surprised when I don't use it.

 Hail! The mighty of old reign in Middle-earth again! Behold! Pentangle the Resplendent! (I like that... next I'm gonna kick it out in Elvish!)

Elemmire Star-Sheen, Star of Awakening
Forget not Menelmacar and his belt of doom

Very good chapter.And it's sad and a little funny whats happening to Estel. 10!

Yes, I know there are many gifted writers here, for I made it a point (now completed- phew *wipes brow dramatically*) to read at least one story of every auther on here, and found three things: 1. some people don't know what they are doing 2. some people know what they are doing to the point where it is frightening, and 3. you are still the very best auther I have ever, ever, *ever* read on the Internet. Yup, and now I know you are the sweetest of them too, beacause you reviewed my stories *gasp,faint*! And, you know, I can take gruesome *waggles eyebrows evilly* Trust me. I *am* gruesome! I have come up with some things that would make me point to some other person so my name would not be tainted. O dear, I just put that out for anyone to read...

The still curious,
Elemmire

HAHAHAHAHAHA! What is he going to do to Erestor? O, mellon brun (don't mind if I call you that, do you? You can refer to me as the "long endured" because, I mean, yeah! I am an annoying jerk who can't stop fawning over you, so you can't bore out reading my stupidly long reviews! My Adar had to point that out to me, saying everyone is going to hate me, saying "O, look, it's the girl who can't shut up." He didn't quite say it like that though. He was nicer), you are marvelous! I still must say, you are the best writer in the Fanfiction world. Bless you!

In Jesus Christ,
Elemmire

I feel like this chapter was a gift to me, you asking "Does it please you? Is it what you desired?" And all I can do is praise,"This story is marvelously made! You craftsmanship is superb! I will cherish it forever, I promise you!" It was brilliantly worked, perfectly portrayed, and the characters are beloved and inspiring! You... my ever running tongue fails me. I love you, Pentangle.

Elemmire Star-Sheen 

The last thing I did was snort a laugh. Your humour (how could you think it your weakest link? You are fire, and a very funny- nay, impossibly funny fire {look to Michelle's review in He Was a Bra' Gallant}) is unquenchable. You could behead Legolas, (or slice his arm...) and find some way to win a laugh. You should not so degrade yourself and your beautiful, BEAUTIFUL talent!
   I have no idea how my voice held, and came out so strong. My sister asked my to play some pool (we have a new minature table*hugs Uncle and Aunt who gave it*) and I said hang on. My voice almost croaked. I was reading the part with Legolas spilling his blood, and my goodness. I'm sorry that I couldn't wait for you to give me a go-ahead on these dumb, unending reviews of mine, but... I couldn't wait. You're just to perfect. I call you Nobody. Why? Because nobody is perfect, so that means you must be!

Elemmire