Damn! As I've been thinking about this story and what might be coming, I was wondering if you were going to throw us back to Minas Tirith for an easy, quick chapter and a little breathing room. I was gonna be so wicked if you did that to us! And what happens, the chapter opens with GImli and Elladan on the walls of the city!
::howls:: what a showman you are! You could give lessons to P.T. Barnum! (maybe he isn't famous across the pond, but on the US side, he's a famous entertainer - well known for his showmanship). Almost - I threw up my hands and went to egg houses to burn off my wrath, but I perserved and found, to my great relief, the entire chapter was not about the folks left behind!
AND my tarnished hope is brightening considerably after this chapter. I printed it out before reading it this time, but it was no different, I still had to put it down and pace around the kitchen often before picking it up to read again.
So the things I loved about this chapter ... the descriptions of Elrohir handling the threads of Legolas' soul - incomparable. The etheral tenderness woven into the words describing Legolas in his vulnerable state, terribly frightened by the ending he's obviously sensing, yet unwilling - still - to have Elrohir use the ring. Gimli's grief - served up with perfect side of righteous indignation. Gandalf's tenderness, now the elf is dead (damn him too!), but still heart-wrenching. Elrohir's brokeness (he deserves to be a sorry, broken elf- he's still not forgiven) as he gives Legolas to Gandalf, and then with Elladan. And the putting on of the ring ... oh golly ... where oh where will that lead? Will Elrohir be able to fight the power of it, when he meets the Nazgul again, which appears to be immienent. Will he be able to turn its power to his own use?
Not that I care - the Nazgul can nibble him to death from toes to fingers so long as Gandalf and Gimli get Legolas away. But then what if the Maia does not have the power to return the fear (no little umlats or punctuation marks on my computer, I have to copy and paste them all - sorry) to the body on his own???? What if he needs Elrohir to sing to Legolas to seal the seams and make him whole again?
Oh god, flay me with that feather boa the snakey Nazgul adorned himself with in the last review. I'm dying an exquisite inch-by-tortourous inch death as you play with my mind, Ziggy!