I've been here for WEEKS and you're still not moving. What do I have to do to get you off your feet, boy? Geld you?

Or would a healthy run on the plains somewhere be better for you?

Come on, boy, answer me.

Don't die on me, Roffy. Don't give up. I couldn't bear it.

*sings*

I am sitting
By the pub
Waiting for Menelsul
Damn that doesn't scan
To come and fetch me
Back to Roffy
Who isn't well
And I can't drink much
Because Roffy needs me.

Damn.

Don't you dare be sick, boy! I'm coming to get you and if I find a dying horse, I will be seriously pissed off with you.

...the baby is a bit, well, different. And is induitably not Felarof's - as can be seen from the picture, he is glaringly obviously the child of his real parents.


( Read more... )

Arrrrghhhh!!!! The blood, the blood ( Read more... )

Just when you manage to get Edoras looking nice for the council and are waiting for your descendants to show up, what happens?

Some bloody horse chews through your net connection cable and you can't actually confirm times and dates.

So, kiddoes, we're waiting. And we need to talk about this Eruforesaken mudhole this magnificent land of ours.

Eorl jumps suddenly in the Golden Hall, hearing his name bellowed immediately behind him.

Roffy, I heard you first time, and I answered you.

Shall we go out for a bit until we need to have this meeting?

*leaps onto Roffy's back*

Come on boy, all the steps at once! Remember how we used to do it?

No, not that way. But I need her here to help with Rohan, and a scary feisty young female member of the royal family is always an asset especially when they go beserk.

I'm taking back Aldburg while Wulf is away and then I'm damn well sorting out this country.

I'm shocked. While you've all been away, going power-mad or sex mad enjoying yourselves ( Read more... )

Eorl walks beside Felarof, still leading the reluctant stallion. The pair pause on top of a hill watching the troops heading west towards the Shire.

I'm sorry, Roffy, I guess humans are as stupid as horses.

Eorl unties the halter and gently turns the stallion loose.

I hope I'm doing the right thing.

*unties Felarof*

Now, we're going for a walk, and you're going to behave. No trying to take chunks out of my arm, and no trying to escape.