((OOC: change o' mun. *waves*))

[eomund]

Yes, I am alive. Unlike my son daughter son ... Eomer-child-thing, apparently.

I would mourn... only I'm not going to. Instead, I'm going to continue repressing the memory of my ferretness and the one very interesting night with that striking, manly very persistant mongoose. and try to forget that as our tails entwined under the moonlight I

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[ungoliant]

Yes, darkness is VERY chic. Tres pre-First Age.

[eomund]

Ah. *eyes doubtfully* Awfully gloomy, though. It could use a few homey touches though, don't you think? Roaring fire, a few marshmallows, the peace and quiet than only comes when you lock your children in the stables for the night... *sigh* Ah, happy memories.