I'm having lovely visions of Dumbledore twinkling over a sherry in the Rabbit Room of the Eagle and Child. During your Phoenix chapter, I couldn't suppress my curiosity as to what a Tolkien fic by you would look like. I realize you were drawing more directly on Anglo-Saxon poetry and the Pre-Raphaelites, but Tolkien's bound up in that lot, too. Just planting the germs. :)

Am finally caught up with the series (the last week has had me all up and down and across the continent). I think you've really pushed back from the pulpiness you were fretting over earlier: there's a rawness and intensity in the last few chapters that is thrilling in quite a different way.