*Decides she desperately needs to do something that horrible guilt that's been gnawing away at her since THAT night.*

*Opts for looking for a distraction rather than talking this over with Caranthirë. No, avoiding Caranthirë is the order of the day. Or week...month...possibly year.*

*Heads over to the Númenórean fort to see how Emeldir is these

*Goes back to Nienor and Aldarion's, trying her best not to look TOO hung-over...or rejected, lovelorn and generally depressed.*

*Thinks on what to say to them.*

Brego's a rehousing too, I think he's my brother, but not to worry, I'm not going to try to steal him away from you or anything crazy like that, you're still his parents, oh, and I got ( Read more... )

*Sighs with relief as she comes to the end of yet another stressful day.*

*Sits alone in her room in quiet contemplation.*

This isn't so bad. This is good. I've got my brother back. I like Nienor and Aldarion, he's loved here, he can grow up without having to worry about Morgoth every five minutes. Just don't know how he's going to cope when he ( Read more... )

*Watches the twins like a hawk.*

*Can't even bring herself to be that angry at Erendis because she's feeling so useless herself.*

Eru-dammit. Maintaining a stockage against an unrelenting tide of orcs was EASIER. >:(

*Paces angrily.*

Eru dammit, I WILL gut her if she keeps this up, I'm not kidding around. Gimilkhad could probably get me off any charges if I did anyway.

*Goes outside to eviscerate a practise dummy.* >:|

*Lies on the grass in front of Aldarion's house, enjoying the sun.*

*Thinks about how she's referred to as "that" Haleth.*

Seems a nice enough lad but I can't help wondering if "that" Haleth refers to "THAT Haleth who schtupped Caranthir way back when" rather than "That Haleth who was a First Age mortal war leader. *sighs* Dammit, I have a ( Read more... )

*Has a window in her schedule so heads out to the front garden to practise her sword-play*

*Runs through some moves and thinks what a lovely day it is; the sun is shining, ward(s) aren't acting up, haven't had any visits from batshit-exes, what could possibly go wrong?*

*Notes that the violets that Caranthirë's twins picked for her the other day are getting a tad wilted, so she decides to press a few of them before they become unsalvagable.*

*Sits at the kitchen table contemplating the remaining flowers, putting herself in imminent danger of becoming nostalgic.*

*Hurries to the Numenorean Fort to request back-up.*

*hollers* MY LADY! MY LORDS! AN ALLY REQUIRES ASSISTANCE!

*Is outside Aldarion and Nienor's, in paroxysms of laughter as Emeldir demonstrates her invention.*

A pram of death? Emeldir, that's insane! I really can't see them going for it...

XD

ETA: *Plots vengeance. Only SHE'S allowed to hurt Caranthire, dammit!*