Grima tore up a winged hobbit. So. Have resumed my duties as teh king janitor of gondor the lab. Then Namuras showed up and we played cards ( Read more... )

I am wet, I am cold, and I am breathing again.

I can't remember how I died this time >.<

there is a pink-haired blanket lump beside me. reaches down and tugs at the blanket

Thren?

Okay. So now Gwathren can sort of swim. If I've got a good grip on her, anyway. Lessons will continue once we get to Gondor ( Read more... )

( Erendis and Trotter talk. Much of it is debate on whether Erendis really is evil, whether Thorondir is satan (the verdict is no, Satan would have more taste), and whether or not Trotter is anyone's concubine and somehow leads to Erendis giving a warped version of parenting advice, mostly on the issue of Thorondir and his weird little security blanket habit. A solution is partially devised )

Machines still broken. Grima's kids are trying to play Lassie. Why does he keep teaching them weird tricks? Ghosts. Ghosts, if anyone recall, is Erendis cackling and throwing sharp things at me.

shivers as something cold goes pastOn the other hand, I don't have to keep comforting Gwathren each time Thorondir gets it into his head to be a brat. So ( Read more... )

Things that have my attention currently ( Read more... )

So far Alcawyn isn't asking me how she ended up with a clone and Eomer doesn't seem to have found out.

So obviously the brightest thing for me to do is go find something to eat and wander the worst areas of the city.

Because all things considered, I still need to meet quota and Gwathren and Quorin are safe where they are for the moment.

In Minas Tirith. Quorin's recovered amazingly fast for his usual track record and Gwathren seems to really like the city ( Read more... )

Gwathren's time is running out and I don't think anyone's told her at all what happens at the end. Crap. Guess it's my job.

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Togas aren't so bad. Really.