*Is still in PAIN!!!*

*thinks that would be helped by raiding Luthie's underwear drawer fridge*

*helps himself to munchables and pokes around the house, generally being a nosy pain in the arse*

*cries*

How come I'm not on there? *sob* You let MAGLOR on there but not me!? All those years I played for you and stalked you and worshipped the ground you walked on.

WAAAAAAH! :'(

*frets over Saeros*

Er, is there a healer in the house? Please? It's, like urgent.

*lies in a bed in Hilbert's Hotel The Star And Tree because his bedsit bachelor pad burned down.

*Este helped but is still in rather a lot of pain*

*and somewhat immobile*

My poor flutes.... ;_;

Don't believe this. Why does this kind of thing always happen to me? First Luthien, now Ingwe. It's not fair! ;_;

I think I'll go angst by the seashore. Just like the old days.*

((*But seeking Luthien in despair he wandered upon strange paths, and passing over the mountains he came into the East of Middle-earth, where for many ages he made lament ( Read more... )

*goes to find Ingwe to give him back a few flutes that he managed to repair*

He's going be so pleased! :D <3

EDIT: *Heart breaks in two*

((Wheee, now I have TWO angsting minstrels! >:D))

I don't remember that.

*Gets bored of Cirth*

*decides to invent a new writing system*

*Invents Wingdings.*

My mun gave me new icons. I'm not sure if I like them. She's giggling. :S

I hope Ingwe likes them. :\ It was his mun's idea.

*marvels at how his creative juices are flowing*

( ((Please look away. Please. For the sake of your sanity.)) )