*heads over to corner stall*

*prods Shadowfax*

Wake up! I need to go to Edoras.

NOW.

Eorl wakes up in a strange room, with a splitting headache. It takes him a moment to remember where he is, then the previous night's events catch up with him ( Read more... )

Eorl wanders around the corner to the Steward's Quarters, idly wondering if he could persuade Lothiriel to cook dinner for him. He's had all he wants to drink at the moment and could do with a decent meal to round things off ( Read more... )

*checks Felarof thoroughly*

*makes him trot around in a cleared patch outside the circle*

*makes him trot again*

*listens to Felarof grumble*

*makes Felarof trot until he's dizzy, just because it makes Eorl laugh*

Okay, you're fine. Can you take a passenger to Minas Tirith ( Read more... )

There is an ass drooling at my Roffy.

Piss off.

Ploughing through the snow, Eorl finally reaches his destination. The buildings are quiet, and everyone appears to be asleep.

Eorl unerringly finds his way to the stable block and quietly enters. A young woman is asleep beside a large stall. Eorl carefully pulls her cloak closer about her and notices that she is heavily pregnant ( Read more... )

...watching Menelsul chase his tail around the place. Felarof has been running around with his son, but has now collapsd down beside me to enjoy the sunshine.

*lies back against Felarof's flank and shuts eyes*

It's a lovely day.

Mandos Release Form, 3A

NAME:Eorl the Young
SPECIES:Human (Rohirrim)
PATRON VALAR (if any):Orome
DESCRIBE DEATH (include link if applicable):mauled to death by a very annoyed bear.

MARITAL STATUS:[ ] single ( Read more... )

It takes time to recover from a thorough mauling by a bear, but I'm feeling a bit better, albeit a bit dead.

So here goes.

*gathers spectral bunch of red roses, bottle of champagne and puts on Eau de Cheval, the scent of the Rohirrim*

Roffy, my dearest steed, what are you doing tonight?

*protests loudly*

I don't want to go on the cart!

*looks around*

What are these dwarves doing here? And that bloke in glasses?

*dawning realisation*

Oh bugger. Not again.

*runs and hides from the wife*