*wakes up bright and early in the morning, pounds on Curufin's door*

We're leaving! Get up!

*out of hobbit earshot, hopefully* What a tiny place. Still, more comfortable than a tree. Having solid earth around one is...helpful to my rest. *smiles at Curufin* Don't you find it so?

The tiny-person town is surprisingly well-developed, with excellent infrastructure. As compared to my grandson's ex-realm. He has much to learn about putting the evil wilderness under the harness of civilization.

I'm interested in seeing this tiny-person smithy. I would have loved it as a child. Well, if not for the evil blondes that are at this ( Read more... )

This damn river is too wide to cross.

How embarassing.I've lost -so- much time. I've had to backtrack upstream and there's no civilization. Nothing. Maybe there's a bridge further up. This place needs at least a score of good Noldor civil engineers. It's all wild and ugly and horrible and I hate it ( Read more... )

My descendants are frustrating.

Let Tyelperinquar run for a while. He'll come back to me. He won't be able to help it. He knows that he cannot improve his craft further...unless he learns from me.

And let's just not talk about Curufinwe-my-son right now, OK?I'll easily make this Shire in a week or two. Let him simmer until then. Talking remotely ( Read more... )

*rides at a steady pace along the riverbed, glad the flood from when he released the dam has cleared it slightly and that he properly shoed his horse before he left*

*sees a flash of movement through the trees and feels his horse begin to get nervous* Hmm.

*reins in and hears more movement all around him* Damn. *as a howl goes up* Nauro!

I can't ( Read more... )

*pours himself furiously into his work to distract himself after a disturbing conversation with his son*

There.

All done, and working better than ever. I've even done some quick and dirty mending on the doors themselves to fix a few gouges. And the new anti-vandalism spell is absolutely beautiful if very quick and dirty. I can't have anybody ( Read more... )

How?

I did not think my son had the power to frusterate me in my aims. Perhaps he had some sort of help? Or maybe Tyelperinquar's power reached him, rather than the other way around. Perhaps that is why my grandson failed so easily, his mewling cries for help. No enduranceMy son...he is not with Tyelperinquar, I know that much ( Read more... )

Hmm. Well, that didn't quite go as planned ( Read more... )

Due to my fortitious habit of being in love with the sound of my own voice thinking out loud regarding the mystery consonants, I've finally found the password.

Which begs the question - what kind of idiot writes the password on the door?!Still haven't found out what the stupid inscription actually says, but it doesn't matter now ( Read more... )