In lieu of a welcoming committee taking me for drinks, I went for drinks on my own. There's a nice little Irish pub...somewhere I don't remember and they have the best barmaids selection of fine ales.

I may have overindulged. :D

I may still be in a state of overindulgence. ;)

I got accosted again, by the worst welcoming committee ever.

Eonwe: *peeks at Brytta*
Brytta: *eyes Eonwe who has so far not introduced himself FOR SHAME*
Eonwe: hello!
Brytta: It's you again.
Eonwe: It is I!
Brytta: You're a terrible welcoming committee.
( in which Rohirric welcoming practices are mentioned. ;) )

SO.

Gondolin.

I know I should have paid more attention in history. And geography. All I know is that it's not Rohan.

And how the hell did I get here from Rohan anyway?

And then while being incredibly unhelpful, my complete failure of a welcoming committee DISAPPEARED.

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All entries previous to this are the business of MESPT. :D

Having claimed his father's body, Brytta sets about making the arrangements for disposing of the body properly.

I'm not cut out for italics.

A life-size wooden horse is a bit of a bugger to find in this place, but I have one and Dad's propped up on top of it with his stuff... sword, shield, dresses, etc. all suitably drenched in lighter fluid.

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*arrives in Minas Tirith*

*wonders where Dad might be*

...

Dad's dead then...

I guess I should go and claim him then.

*mounts not that kind of mounts horse and rides for Minas Tirith*

You may have been wondering where I have been for a while, well, other than pleasing the people of Rohan, I made my big screen debut.

Who would have thought that necrophiliac incest could be so much fun and surprisingly unmessy?

;)

That was interesting.

Who knew that ferrets were that furry?

Well, I certainly do now. ;)

Exciting news! I have a paid account now. Which I would have mention earlier but I was busy ;). And a ferret.