*Has a task.*

Uhm. Miriel? Adûnathôr? I have news. Good news depending on how you look at it. Well, um. Pharazôn's back. He's been rehoused, he's with his parents at the consulate.

But he's only twelve.

*Puts together an advert for the paper.*

WANTED: 2 academic tutors for the heir to the currently missing Sceptre of Númenor. One elf and one mortal will be selected in the interests of educating the pupil on cultural diversity (but one peredhel will do in a pinch ( Read more... )

*Comes home bearing chocolates.*

Miriel? I got you some chocolates to um, uh. Hm.

*puts them down on the table*

Chocolates. Have at them.

What the fuck was I thinking? Chocolates are NOT the way to overcoming grief, why did I pay that shyster?

*Does what his grandson would have wanted and hits the bar.*

*Pours himself a double-whiskey and imbibes.*

*Spits it out when he notices the music choice*

SWITCH THAT OFF RIGHT NOW!!

*Heads out with Gimilkhâd and several soldiers to look for Pharazôn.*Arrives at the spot and dismounts to have a look around while Gimilkhâd makes a bee-line for his prone son ( Read more... )

*Notes that his great-grandson has grown out of the boring toddlery-drooly-snotty stage*

*Commences operation "spoil descendant rotten"*

*Arms himself with copious amounts of barley sugars* :D

*Comes home with a sopping-wet Miriel and a traumatised Adunathôr.*

Uhh, Pharazôn? Your wife went for an impromptu swim in the pond and...Also appears to have gone a bit mad.

*Creeps out of his bedroom in the middle of the night wearing Hugh Hefner-esque pyjamas and dressing-gown.*

*Makes a beeline for the daughter-in-law's room but stops dead in his tracks when he hears a bark.*

Ack. Damn dog. Don't you dare come for a fuss, don't draw attention...*Frowns in puzzlement when no doggy appears in the gloom and carries ( Read more... )

*rides back to the fort, feeling on top of the bloody world*

WAR! I think we might have an honest-to-Eru war! Orcs and everything, isn't that great?

*shouts at the men*

You lot! Full alert, double-guard shifts plus extra archery practise.

*rubs his hands together with glee*

Gimilkhad? You know you said you always suspected that Pharazon and Amandil weren't just "friends"? You know, you were always worried about Pharrie being a "bit of a nancy boy" from hanging out with those elf-friend types? Thing is, I just found these pictures and, well, are you sure you weren't projecting your own issues onto the boy?

( I mean, SERIOUSLY... )