*Arrives at Nienor's with a wayward Ancalimë Bella under his proverbial wing.*

*Knocks on the door.*

*Tries not to look too miserable.*

*Flees to the fort from the pub.*

Pharazôn! I need your help, I need asylum! There's a madwoman after me and she won't stop until she has my balls on a plate!

I know my mun isn't technically back on line for another couple of days yet but I have to say this:

Honey? I was always the singer in this relationship. Really. I mean, come on. You're embarrasing me.:S

*looks around the little pasture he set up behind Pharrie's fort*

*wonders where Flossie has got to* :S

*gets lost in Pharrie's fort*

*wanders aimlessly for about an hour until he ends up somewhere in the basement level*

*tries a door and finds it locked*

*is about to walk away when he hears someone on the other side gibbering about gerbil guts* :S

Hello? Are you all right? Do you need any help in there?

Well, that could have gone a lot worse, could have gone a lot better though. Would have been a lot happier if I hadn't been accosted by random pyschos. >:|

I clearly have a lot of catching-up to do...

*heads for the library and looks for books on the history of Númenor*

The Tale of Eldarion and Erendis. Bwuahahahaha! Not a chance. *looks along ( Read more... )