Persos: Thranduil, Legolas, Tauriel, Bard
Titre :The Chambered Heart
Auteur : MrsVarenhoff
Fandom : Le hobbit (les films). Connaissance impérative pour tout comprendre. L’histoire est un UA sur la bataille des cinq armées.
Statut : terminée
Nombre de mots : 15,533
Rating : tout public
Langue : Anglais
Genres : Angst, Hurt/Comfort
Niveau d’anglais requis : courant
Résumé :Inspired by this heart-stopping piece of fanart that reimagines the end of The Battle of the Five Armies with Legolas finding a badly wounded Thranduil on the slopes of Raven Hill. As Thranduil lies on the border of death, Legolas must come to terms with the strained nature of their relationship and his own guilt.
Pourquoi lire cette fanfiction ?
Je conseille à la fois le fanart magnifique que la fanfiction. L’histoire racontée est un UA où Thranduil est blessé lors de la bataille des cinq armées en voulant aider Legolas. Ce qui commence par un twist assez répandu permet de développer toute la relation entre le père et le fils et de rouvrir certaines blessures.
L’histoire est traitée avec tact et justesse. les personnages sont fidèles aux films et ont tous leur utilité. Il n’y a pas de pathos à outrance. les mots sont bien choisis, l’émotion dosée. L’amour se mêle à la tristesse et au ressentiment avec un équilibre parfait.
Derrière les histoires de famille se profilent les responsabilités d’une famille royale déchirée. Tout est bien développé par l’auteur.
Pour autant que je puisse en juger n’étant pas bilingue, il n’y a pas d’erreur de ponctuation ou de fautes d’orthographe. Un anglais courant suffit à comprendre l’histoire.
Extrait :
“My lord Legolas!” Feren called.
“Hold your peace, Feren,” Legolas said. “I know what you have come to say and you can tell my father—”
“No, my lord!” Feren broke into a run and closed the distance between them. When he reached Legolas, he stopped and hastily bowed his head. “I have not come from your father. I have come seeking him.”
Legolas frowned and made to step around the equerry.
“I have not seen him.”
“But he came after you, followed you here.”
“To drag me back? To punish me?” Legolas spat over his shoulder
“No, my lord,” Feren called after him. “He—he feared for you.”
Legolas paused and said without turning, “Where is his guard?”
“He outstripped them,” Feren said. “When he heard that you had been seen fighting on Raven Hill, he took a horse and the last we saw of him, he was riding out to find you. His guard is searching for him now.”
Feren’s words were like a cold wind. Legolas stiffened.
“He could not have ridden a horse up here,” he said. “He will be on foot.”
“My lord, he was not on the path.”
His anger damped by that cold wind, Legolas turned and took the sword in Feren’s hand.
“Go,” he ordered. “Find his guard.”
Without waiting to see if Feren obeyed, Legolas sprang down the jagged hillside, moving with ease from rock to rock, his eyes darting as deftly as his feet, in search of the silver-clad figure of his father. Where would he have gone if he had not come up the hill? Had he seen the fight with Bolg on the fallen tower? He might be searching among those ruins for his son. That would be why there was no sign of him on the hill. He would be in the valley, frustrated, still furious with his son, but alive.
Fic is not the enemy 