Life is never simple in Minas Tirith.

[duskdancer]

In a nutshell?

I'm nine months pregnant. Alcawyn is small again. Éomer is female again. Gorlim has a dog. There just aren't as many people here as there used to be. Hmm.

I'm almost finished decorating the nursery for the new baby.

... I think I just sensed a disturbance... in the force. >.>

Comments

[halbarad]

Hello Luthien! How're you today?

[duskdancer]

Hello Halbarad! I'm feeling pretty well. And yourself?

[halbarad]

A little sore. Think I might share the pain with Aragorn later if I can find him. Your nursery's certainly coming along.

[duskdancer]

Sore? Oh yes, your hand? I could take a look at that if you'd like. And thank you, Maltiro and I have been working on it for a while. Niphredil and Alcawyn will be staying in this room as well, when it's finished.

[menelsul]

*wrings tail unhappily* Auntie Luthy, I'm good inside, aren't I?

[alcawyn]

*clings*

[duskdancer]

Gorlim, there really isn't a problem with him being here. He's well behaved and very clean.

[gorlim]

*sigh* All right, all right! *broodingly scratches his dog*

[eomer_of_rohan]

*meandering through with an armload of empty paint buckets and thoroughly ruined brushes*

You have to be more specific, Gorlim. WHICH bi-- er, wife?

...hello, deore. I'd kiss you, but I think that'd vaguely disturb both of us right now I'd get paint all over you.

[gorlim]

That would be Norolinde, ma'am.... sir... *cough* my Ki--Quee--ruler.

[halbarad]

*snickers quietly and quickly hides a smile before Eomer can notice*

[odytai]

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