His steps start getting more and more wobbly, until eventually he has to steady himself on a tree. The earth is moving! He looks with alarm as some buildings start to collapse, and he automatically begins to scan around for survivors, and - once the shaking has lessened - runs over to where he fears the damage is worst ( Read more... )

Well, now I have an army, and not much to do with it...I've let a good amount of those drafted out, though some I now consider reserve, should the need arise. It is a good thing that that deal with Mr. Deagol did not fall through, or else I would have a troop of cyborg halflings to deal with as well. Eheh ( Read more... )

I think that my drafting of the army is going to be a success (if one counts less than 10,000 a success), but just barely. I'm up to about 7,000 troops as it is. I just don't know how much more I can squeeze from Gondor's population without digging into its productivity, as the flood did make a significant impact on the numbers.

He starts a ( Read more... )

He frowns some, and puts his pen down from his draft plans. He's been working awhile, and he needs a break. So he wanders over to his window, just in time to see a falling star. And another...and another, until about seven pass in total ( Read more... )

Now that that Operation Kneebiter's over, it's time to launch Operation Gondor ( Read more... )

All is going according to plan. I am now the Lord High General of the Armed Forces of Gondor, thanks to Kingy over there.

First things first.

He begins a letter.Dear Mayor Samwise Gamgee of the Shire ( Read more... )

So.

He takes a breath, and composes himself. He's to swear his life to this man? The very concept is somewhat...disgusting. I swear my oath to you, kingelessar.

After a long moment, he sighs.

I seem to have missed a lot while I was mopping. Although the floor is so dry and clean that one could eat a meal and quite probably shag on it with no ill effects ( Read more... )

He mops, quietly. Swish, swish.

He stared outside at the continually pouring rain, pondering. He had just missed the full brunt of the storm at his arrival, having arrived early during it, and then being transported quickly to Minas Tirith. It was a brutal storm, already having flooded two tiers of the White City, giving it two moats. He hoped absently that all had gotten out ( Read more... )

Did I just talk with a horse? He thinks a moment, and then shakes his head. I suppose it's no more unusual than anything else I've been told. He shakes his head again.

Anyway, I have had much time to think, and now I would much like to do something. Though I haven't a clue what to do, or who to ask. I shall have to investigate the possibilities.