You are such a master drabbler – I just love these to pieces! My husband and I used to sail with friends and loved it. That passion for open water and a small boat, of respect for the ocean (sometimes hard-won, as with Imrahil), the sense of freedom and a connection with the natural world: I clearly felt it again while reading these.
Excellent title, as always. I love how for me it took on a different sense than with the prayer: not supplication (with a side dash of fear) but one of joy and anticipation. (And respect; see drabble #2. *g*)
Imrahil's deep relationship with the sea comes out beautifully, and what a lovely start with his own father (and a connection between them that is nicely continued on in the next couple of drabbles). There's a definite sense of passing on not just skill, but delight. Very strong imagery. Love this: A dutiful student, Imrahil - a good portrait of the man to come and connecting well to #4.
Second drabble: Heh heh heh. My, you do a good job of capturing the foolishness and perceived invulnerability of youth. Great dramatic display of Imrahil's realization that the sea is not just a playground, but something that demands respect! (Not that he would not have been told of/seen the results of a storm's wrath, but nothing makes a stamp on your heart and mind like personal experience and being the one responsible for the fiasco.) Favorite line: ... and prayed to the Valar for the chance to hear the tongue-lashing from his father he so richly deserved.
And Imrahil's sea-love starts to play a greater part in his duties – it sounds almost a holiday, if not for the grimness of the destination. Again, lovely interaction with his father, both brief and so full at the same time, and my fav: Only a quiet word before he departed, with a half-smile that recognised such requests count for little in the midst of action... Wise father, that. :)
#4: Your imagery is also wonderful here, I love the descriptions and they evoke my own time on boats! (My husband and I came very, very close to buying one ourselves.) This is keen: ship-shape and Linhir-fashion. I so like M-e specific colloquialisms, etc. Love, love this image: Turning under his own hand, upon the Great Sea.
And yet, and yet...
I simply LOVE the finale, when duty has finally been fulfilled for a while, and Imrahil is free to pursue a fancy, a personal quest. So satisfying: Imrahil already knew there would be joy in learning to work her well. Well-deserved joy at that!
I think Imrahil would definitely appreciate the sentiment of one of my favorite passages from The Wind in the Willows, Water Rat's soliloquy on "messing about in boats..." In fact, I can see the same dreamy expression in their eyes, lol! And, Imrahil passing on the same sea-love to his grandchildren in this boat, as his father no doubt did before him.
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Date: 2010-10-05 01:15 am (UTC)You are such a master drabbler – I just love these to pieces! My husband and I used to sail with friends and loved it. That passion for open water and a small boat, of respect for the ocean (sometimes hard-won, as with Imrahil), the sense of freedom and a connection with the natural world: I clearly felt it again while reading these.
Excellent title, as always. I love how for me it took on a different sense than with the prayer: not supplication (with a side dash of fear) but one of joy and anticipation. (And respect; see drabble #2. *g*)
Imrahil's deep relationship with the sea comes out beautifully, and what a lovely start with his own father (and a connection between them that is nicely continued on in the next couple of drabbles). There's a definite sense of passing on not just skill, but delight. Very strong imagery. Love this: A dutiful student, Imrahil - a good portrait of the man to come and connecting well to #4.
Second drabble: Heh heh heh. My, you do a good job of capturing the foolishness and perceived invulnerability of youth. Great dramatic display of Imrahil's realization that the sea is not just a playground, but something that demands respect! (Not that he would not have been told of/seen the results of a storm's wrath, but nothing makes a stamp on your heart and mind like personal experience and being the one responsible for the fiasco.) Favorite line: ... and prayed to the Valar for the chance to hear the tongue-lashing from his father he so richly deserved.
And Imrahil's sea-love starts to play a greater part in his duties – it sounds almost a holiday, if not for the grimness of the destination. Again, lovely interaction with his father, both brief and so full at the same time, and my fav: Only a quiet word before he departed, with a half-smile that recognised such requests count for little in the midst of action... Wise father, that. :)
#4: Your imagery is also wonderful here, I love the descriptions and they evoke my own time on boats! (My husband and I came very, very close to buying one ourselves.) This is keen: ship-shape and Linhir-fashion. I so like M-e specific colloquialisms, etc. Love, love this image: Turning under his own hand, upon the Great Sea.
And yet, and yet...
I simply LOVE the finale, when duty has finally been fulfilled for a while, and Imrahil is free to pursue a fancy, a personal quest. So satisfying: Imrahil already knew there would be joy in learning to work her well. Well-deserved joy at that!
I think Imrahil would definitely appreciate the sentiment of one of my favorite passages from The Wind in the Willows, Water Rat's soliloquy on "messing about in boats..." In fact, I can see the same dreamy expression in their eyes, lol! And, Imrahil passing on the same sea-love to his grandchildren in this boat, as his father no doubt did before him.
Thank you again for the fabulous drabble series!!
Denise