Menelsul runs for what seems like days. When he finally exhausts himself, legs trembling and foam flecking his dark coat, he walks until he reaches the fields of Rohan. He tends to his needs mechanically, spending as little time as possible resting, eating or drinking before striking out again. He doesn't want to go back to Minas Tirith, and he ( Read more... )

*paces* *worries* *paces* *worries some more* *paces*

*bounces*

Uncle Galdor's back! Back back back!!! *bouncebouncebounce*

*runs circles around the city*

Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!

Dad said that since he did the shopping, I have to do the presentation. Do you have any idea how hard it is to sneak silently through stone corridors when you have hooves?

Anyway, I left presents for some of the most important people in our lives. I can't wait for them to find them.

For Auntie Eomer, we got this. Dad said that he could always ( Read more... )

Menelsul: *nibbles Gorlim's hair*

Gorlim: *JUMPS*

Menelsul: *spooks*

Gorlim: *likewise*

Menelsul: Um ...

Gorlim: O.O *stares*

Menelsul: Hi.

Gorlim: O.O *stares*

Menelsul: *tilts head* You okay?

( Gorlim and Menelsul have a conversation about family and growing up. )

No one told me my father was back!

*At first, Menelsûl was willing to give the creature a wide berth, but now it encroaches upon his territory, the vast fields about Minas Tirith that he has claimed for his own. No matter how strange or powerful the beast, Menelsûl will not give way before it ( Read more... )

*brings his mommy some flowers and a pail of sweet feed*

Happy Mother's Day

*runs all night and into the next morning, occasionally pausing to ask if anyone's seen his father*

*crosses the borders of Rohan and finally reaches the lands the Rohirrim called home in Eorl's youth*

*catches sight of an old white horse standing on a hill, looking out over the landscape, and pulls up sharply*

There he is.

*There is a great clatter of hooves, and then a sudden pounding against the solid wood of the barrier. A sharp neigh pierces the air, followed by the insistent scraping of steel-shod hooves against pavement. Menelsul has arrived with the message from the Quarters ( Read more... )