I could have sworn I saw a small child that resembled Gorlim. No matter. I seem to have also been asleep in a gutter for the last few weeks. I will never drink again. Really.

Now... to find that son of mine and find out who's kid that was.

...

Perhaps after a bath.

O_O

*panics*

...

*passes out*

A little ferret bird told me that my son wants to be one of those blond folk who like their horses a little too much ( Read more... )

My son...died?

Again?

That's a terrible habit. You die once and then you just can't stop. ::shakes head::

What have I been doing?

Frolicking free across field and dale. Travelling!

And catching up with some ladyboyfriends in Bree.

Life is gooood.

You would think that Minas Tirith would have books on angsting, but there are none. Not even ten step audio tapes.

This is most... unsettling. I may never spend "quality time" with attractive women ever again.

Hmmm. Where's my son?

::goes looking::

I consider myself to be quite an upbeat fellow, you know. None of this... angsting that seems so...common here in Minas Tirith. hmmm.

( in which Angrim is told things by his mun )

Sometimes I think that someone with my dashing good looks and sophisticated style should do more for society. Fashion tips or something maybe.

But then it occurred to me, just how many women in this city were pregnant.

There seems to a niche in the market and therefore I am opening a Sperm Bank.

::raises eyebrow ( Read more... )

::blink:

No one told me about sonny-boy acquiring two lady magnets.

He must remember the times I used to take him with me to hit on all the lovely ladies in Dol Amroth.

I LIVE.

And as yet have no personality

What I would like to know, is, where is my son ?

Hmmm?