I am, for some reason, in an incredibly good mood.

I wonder what it could be?

Blah blah wedding blah blah best wishes blah blah lifetime of happiness.

Helm's taken off again, Bema knows where this time. Forgot to annoy an explanation out of him for the last disappearance. And has my son's damn wedding been called off yet?

So, operation Get Firiel Out Of Frealaf's Life is underway. Or will be as soon as I can find someone to help me, because really, the less involvement I actually have in this whole thing the better.

*goes off in search of an accomplice*

It appears I'm the last to know. I get the feeling that if it weren't for gossip, I may not have found out until she couldn't hide it from me.

This has gone far enough. If my son is too smitten to do anything about this, then I will.

Well shit.

I guess this means I'm not a royal advisor anymore.

GRANDBABY. I'm so excited I could just...well, not die, 'cause too many people would enjoy that, but something! I think this makes me the sexiest Grandmother in all of Middle-Earth. I shall shower him in Grandmotherly affection and make sure Helm hasn't warped his mind too much.

Speaking of the big lug, he seems to have disappeared. Seeing as ( Read more... )

( Hild returns to torment Firiel some more )

This is very disheartening. All of it, beacuse firstly, my poor baby got paint-splattered, but mostly because of that stupid ring thing. Apparently the hussy is still alive. Not that I have a problem with the fact that she's living - cause as I've stated before, I don't hate the girl - but she needs to stay away from my boy. I'm almost sorry he ( Read more... )

It's Naked Day...

( ...and I am celebrating properly. )

Apparently we're never leaving Gondor. Helm has declared himself King again and made me a royal advisor. Go us ( Read more... )