No Man's Child

by Anoriath

The Rangers of the North were few in number. The Wild they ranged was vast. When Aragorn commanded they protect the Shire, who must they then leave undefended? What price then did the North pay? As seen through the eyes of a woman of the Lord of the Dúnedain's house, this is a tale of the Northlands in the years of Aragorn's efforts to preserve the Free Peoples of Middle Earth.

77. Thank you

2/29/20

Well, gentle readers, it has come to an end. And I confess I'm a little overcome by the enormity of it. I believe my first files when I started researching and writing are dated almost exactly 15 years ago. I then abandoned the work in 2007 when I ran into a plot hole that sapped the joy of it from me, only to pick it back up again in September 2018 and start anew. And now, it is done.

Thank you, very much, for reading. I hope it gave you pleasure.

I owe a great debt of gratitude to many people, without whom this story would not have been written.

The denizens of The Inn of the Burping Troll, for their tireless cheerleading, humor, and criticism. They dragged me into roleplay, and then a Mysterious Stranger appeared out of nowhere and kicked us in the ass. And then things got real.

Just_Ann and Edoraslass for the joy of their company during the first draft, their inspiration from their writing, and very long conversations about this story on LJ. (Go read their stories for their fantastic OFCs and Theodred/Boromir slash.)

HASA and Gandalf's Apprentice, who has been there and generous since the beginning.

Idril's_Scribe for her insightful comments and frankness when beta-ing.

And all the commenters and kudo-ers, I cannot thank you enough for your enthusiasm, the life blood of fanfic authors. :)

It's been a trip, y'all. Whatever shall I do with myself next?

~oOo~