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*finally getting around to leaving a review*

This is such a gorgeous story--I love your Beleg (painfully awkward at social sitauations? No, that doesn't strike a familiar chord at all ;)), and I love his interactions with both Fingon and Mablung. I also love that you've managed to strike the right balance between angsty foreshadowing and (well, mostly) cheerful back-and-forth. And, of course, hints of Maedhros/Fingon are lovely. This story is very, very beautiful, and I can't begin to articulate how much I love it! ♥♥♥

I love the idea that they can feel the power of the Girdle as they pass through. I imagine it would be a bit like the heavy (though not unpleasant) silence you experience when you walk into a dense wood...
And then, of course, there's the tangible sense of relief at having made it home. You bring that across really well.

Thank you very much!

I like your idea of how it feels to pass through the Girdle!

I guess I was thinking that you would feel both passing through the Girdle and (to a lesser degree) being inside it, and the contrast between the outside and the inside, especially if you were already attuned to Melian's power. A bit like Lorien?

And the potential hostility of the outside has just gone up several notches, with forces that were holding back Morgoth's power further north crumbling, sharpening the contrast.

They are aware of all that, but they are primarily just thinking "home"!