One year's time (PG) 
Written by elektra12130 December 2010 | 1627 words
January – ICE
Cold, outwards and inwards. Icy hands and aching feet that even by the fireside never warm fully. Stiff fingers and clammy blankets and exhausting shivers, from early morning till late night, even in sleep, even in dreams.
And yet… it is a good thing to have the cold to keep her together. For what would happen, if some other fire would warm her, if some other blankets and some warm words would melt her inside and unfreeze her heart? Nothing would be left of her, only water, seeping away.
But ice is straight and clear, and hard and sharp like glassy daggers.
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Thank you, elektra, for this story!
It is much unlike anything I’ve read so far, especially in this field – a very original approach, I think! You give a very lucid, emphatic picture of Eowyn’s state of mind – and heart – and the developments in her life without actually writing out any specific actions, dialogues, or thoughts. This story rather operates with moods and impressions, and communicates sensations and emotions in some very direct, unmediated way. This has had quite an unusual effect on me: when reading, I came to visualise the scenes not so much in terms of the characters, as rather of the ‘feel’ of the atmosphere surrounding them. Er, this is kind of hard to put into words… Most like when reading poetry, actually, not prose.
It’s a little difficult to single out the favourite months, because most of all I like the very flow of Eowyn’s moods, the dynamics of the story’s texture. Each month is made the fairer by the ones before and after it. But still, I said I’d tell you, so: first the winter set, I love how you unfold Eowyn’s progressing depression and desperation through nature, all the nuances of ice, and snow, and darkness… On the outside, there seems to be no development in her life, the days of February pass just as those of January – but how much is going on under the surface… How sad, no one seems to notice anything… Of the happier months I loved most of all August, it seems to symbolise all the newfound freedom, and joy, and possibilities in Eowyn’s life. And although generally I’m very much in opposition to the idea of her and Faramir becoming intimate before the actual wedding, the way you write it – I really can believe that it could have been like in this story :) Oh, and I absolutely love the names you give them in this month!
Have you considered mapping out someone else’s journey according to this scheme too? :)
— December Monday 3 January 2011, 17:03 #