*opens bedroom door and winces at the light*

What day is it?

YES, I know who is being kept prisoner in this very city even though it was promised to me he would never be ALLOWED in the city.

NO, I do not want to speak to him or see him or even hear his name spoken in my presence.

Goodnight.

My son is dead.

My son... is dead.

My son is dead.

My son is dead.

MY. SON. IS. DEAD.

Hello Minas Tirith.

So You Want to Remain On King Elessar's Royal Property And Mooch Off His Family But Not Swear An Oath of Loyalty, Eh?

Just who do you think you are: King Princess Valandil of Arnor Dol Amroth ( Read more... )

*gets up and hastilly scribbles letter*

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I arrived in Minas Tirith this afternoon. The storm hasn't let up at all. The Steward's Quarters feel oddly empty. Haven't seen any of my brothers. Hm ( Read more... )

Elphir an' I are going away for a while. We don't plan on telling anyone where. We haven't had time alone like this since, well, never. Thanks to Elfwine craching the fuckin' honeymoon. Well, he's in charge of Dol Amroth while we're gone, so he'll be too busy to bug us.

I'll miss y'all. Most of you anyway.

Father: Isildur ( Read more... )

*pacepace*

*paces around room*

*paces around the baby's room*

*paces around the office*

*paces down halls*

*goes back to bedroom, smashes up some furniture*

*paces more, eventually ending up in the Queen's garden*