*wanders into town and looks around*

*questions a few members of the populace until she learns Nienor's location*

*marches to her house and knocks on the door*

*walks in once her daughter answers*

Get me a drink, would you, sugar? I'm positively parched.

((Irina Derevko Lena Olin))

*cares nothing for mun ishoos and even less for computer problems*

*shrieks for some form of interactive entertainment*

*is placed in the crib beside his twin brother*

BAH! I THOUGHT I WAS RID OF YOU!

::walks into the middle of a square, looking around with confusion curiosity::

::tells about fourty four people that they should stand straight and find some work, it is mid-day, for Eru's sweet sake::

::passes a forge and starts to inspect the weapons that are being forged there::

::grants them inferior and tells all of the workers there that ( Read more... )

*Wanders into Tirion, feeling thoroughly lost and alone ( Read more... )

Well, hello. It's good to finally reach the exact destination I had in mind. Am I just in time for the familial fireworks?

EDIT: Great. Just marvelous. not one day in and I get accosted by him and end up with bruised ego arms and a seething rage.

[New mun, new journal, new avatar - Fiona Apple.]

So. Break it to me gently.

Just how dysfunctional has my family become?

((different journal, different icon [rhett miller], same mun))

*shuffles into Tirion, blinking and muttering*

*looks around, cradling his right stump arm*

What the fuck? This doesn't look like the Gap. How long ago did I leave Himring? What the fuck has Cáno been doing?

*approaches a random Elf*

Yo. You. Take me to your leader. Tell him his big brother's back.

*figures it's high time his mun got off her sorry arse and made some kind of intro post*

Hi there. I'm known as either Ar-Aphanuzîr or Tar Amandil, which ever floats your boat, third. . .second. . .third. . .pfft KING of Númenor.

Who the Mandos are you people? (aside from the ones I've already gotten wasted with at that smelly charming little ( Read more... )

*walks into the pub, disoriented*

Hmm...I don't remember THIS being here...

*sits down at the bar*

Let me have a glass of your best 693.

((Ava Gardner.))