So things are happening now. I might actually get to kill something. Wulf's going to be terribly jealous.

............um.......ow...............

...Wulf, erudammit, stop POKING me.

*goes back to sleep in the Mandos Release Form in-box, utterly oblivious*

I need to post more often. People think I'm dead. I'M NOT.

...well, all right, technically I am, but I'm doing surprisingly well nonetheless.

dhgjkhgjkls. Remind me again why I put up with this.

I'm not sure if this is extremely cool or if it's extremely bad, but either way I'm thinking I might just want to get out of here as soon as possible. I'm all for Mother Rohan, rah rah, but...Bema on a blood-guzzling bender, this is a bit out of hand. I mean, in Eowyn's day, the wars were almost sorta FUN. This? Whoa ( Read more... )

Ummmmmmmm...can we get a healer here please...? Like...right now? OTHER than that delusional Dairuin?

*plantively* Hallooooo? Still a prisoner here, for no discernable reason. Can somebody at least feed me, please? Not like the door's locked anyway, but I know that feral fangirl is still out there somewhere. *shudder*

*wriggles free from the pink-haired terror during her brief instant of distraction and darts back into the cell, slamming the door shut between us*

Whew. Well. THIS is going to take some explaining.

So. Now I'm in here and she's out THERE and ARGH. Not going to pace. Not going to pace. Just going to sit here quietly and try to figure out how to salvage this. At least it's a nice cell. With a good view. Not like the grotty holes underneath Meduseld--

--hang on a moment. Hold ON. Somebody was here. While I was asleep. There's ( Read more... )