Arg! I keep missing days at a time because I'm busy. So I'm taking a half-assed haitus. Meaning I'll be reading and occasionally popping in for a comment or two. That said...

*plops Galdor down in Minas Tirith*

Stay. Stay! Good elf.

*puts Cuine by Felarof*

You scare me. Please be good. (If any pups need a horse for some reason...)

Eomer-

Felarof got lost on the way here. Gone to find him.

-Galdor

Say, it was my 6 month birthday last week.

So what am I doing now? Sitting downstairs at the inn, watching the door, because... well, someone should.

Though really, if she comes back I doubt she'll use the door. Just trying to feel useful because there I don't know that there's anything I can do for Haldir.

*drags two crates out to the horses*

One is Pepto Bismol for the pregnant horses, the other is apples for the non-pregnant horses.

And now I have two boxes for Noro, one is small and stationary, and the other won't quit moving.

( OOC )

I just went to check on my horse, and she's laying with Felarof, Snowmane seems to have managed to put her in uh... a delicate state, there's Pepto Bismol everywhere, and Menesul has gotten younger.

I'll just be sitting over here, letting all that sink in.

*sneaks into the bedroom and hides a small box behind the bed*

Alright, who gave my horse the hoof-enabled keyboard? Come on, 'fess up.

Cuine finally came back. Damn horses. Well, not you, Felarof. Or Menelsul. Or Cuine. Alright, so I don't have anything against horses. But Cuine had better NOT be pregnant again, because after the last thunderstorm birthing, I don't even want to think about where she'd get herself off to for this one.

I seem to be surrounded by hysterics.

Excuse me while I try to get Snowmane AWAY FROM MY HORSE and see if I actually need to pick a fight with Melkor for eating a baby, or if he's just being... well, himself.

Update:

Nevermind, Quorin turned up.