*Is feeling rather good about himself. Happy even.*

*Yes! Happy!*

*Sits cross-legged on the floor with Lasgal, playing around with a toy xylophone.*

*bounces home after seeing Caranthire's latest additions to the family*

*Is in a definate, YAY kids mood*

*decides to spend the afternoon spoiling his brood rotten.*

*Wanders around the House of Feanor looking for Maedhros*

*Tries the back garden and comes upon this little scene*

*Frowns* Now Maglor, they're just talking, you don't need to castrate him yet.

*With a great deal of effort, decides to be discreet and backs off, leaving his ickle baby girl daughter to it.*

*Carries on with his Maedhros hunt.*

Okay Maglor. You're Maedhros, you're in the First Age, you're planning an assault on Morgoth. Where would YOU go? What would you do? You're planning a battle...recon? Yes. Yes. You'd do reconnaisance. No, wait, you're a noble, you'd get someone ELSE to do recon and you'd just stay in your fort and push little model elves around on a map ( Read more... )

*Has successfully made up with his sulkariffic teenage daughter.*

*Feels about ready to take on the world*

*Heads over to Estë's for an update on the Maedhros situation*

Estë!

ETA: *Goes to his father's and hammers on the door*

ADA! Is Russandol here? Have you see him since yesterday? :S

*Calls round to the house of Feanor, assuming that's where Lindórië is, to make nice.*

*Knocks on the door and asks for Mirimë, figuring that it would be more politic to have the gatekeeper her mother let her know first.*

*Heads for Estë's still a little tired and bleary-eyed after another barking owls incident* >.<

Okay, Estë? I -

*pauses* *ulps*

I ne-need....

Ineedyourhelp.

*Has another house guest, and starts to feel that "can't take the stress" feeling come over him again with a vengeance.*

Damn. Thought I'd got that licked.

So, Russandol. What's the last thing you remember? Please don't say Thangorodrim, I couldn't take it! :'(

*Lounges on the sofa, reading Lasgal a story.*

*Looks up when he hears the door close*

Lindórië? Is that you? Dinner'll be in about an hour...

*Double-takes as she rushes straight past him and hurries up to her room, closing the door behind her*

*blinks and looks down at Lasgal*

Was it something I said?

*Glowers at Lasgal, who's sitting in the corner, having been bathed after Miril's juice assault.*

Fëalindë. You have been a very. Very. Naughty little boy. You do understand that, don't you? Fighting? Swearing? That's not how you're supposed to behave towards members of your family! Except for me and Caranthirë, we have an understanding.*Gets the ( Read more... )