A militant lesbian descendant of mine, who bears an unnerving resemblance to a person I'm fairly certain is one of my children, has been aggressively emailing and paging me over the last few weeks to "update more" because I'm "pretty". Considering the blood ties between the two of us, this is pretty fucking creepy, I think. She claims her actions ( Read more... )

I EXIST ONCE AGAIN!! Muahaha ( Read more... )

Things have been quiet here since Tindómiel's suicide, even now that the official 'period of mourning' has ended. The mirrors have been uncovered, my mother has stopped wearing the ceremonial black veil at sunset and the pendulum of the clock in the grand hall has been set into motion once again, no longer frozen at the time my sister's body was ( Read more... )

Tindómiel is dead. Everyone is certain that she won't be coming back ( Read more... )

I find this to be very prophetic. Not that this is coming back to haunt me. Or that my son's attachment to one of the Sons of Fëanor distresses me in the least. Or that my cousin's marriage to Fëanor himself bothers me.

Not at all.

I learned denial from the caffeine-blooded Tar-Minyatur. Never before has his gift for such been so helpful in ( Read more... )

This man kidnapped my sister.

This man kidnapped and raped my sister.

This man is now, like my sister, safe at home with his family.

You may ask, why is that man not writhing in agony in a dark chamber of pain, or perhaps lying dead and eviscerated in a pit somewhere?

The answer is quite simple. This man let him go.

My mother has forgiven him ( Read more... )

I was right, he did does have a mother, no mongeese involved at all. Though, like my mother, she never had a name. Memories of our married life are a bit fuzzy, but I do recall this making communication somewhat difficult over the years. For example, I was never sure what to program into the name directory on my cell phone. I often settled for ( Read more... )

My son seems to be in high demand these days. Notes with Old Spice-scented stationery are appearing in the mail box regularly, strange men are calling the palace and my father is drinking liters of coffee a day, much the way he did back when Maglor was coming over for chess so often. Amandil is, of course, an adult and fully capable of taking ( Read more... )

:looks noble:

:is quarter-elven:

:has motherless children by ambiguous means:

:abdicates:

... right. Back to coffee.

Mandos Recall Release Form

Name of Review Applicant (ie: King Undead Elven Fucker): Vardamir Nólimon (King Undead Human Fucker)

PRE-DEATH INFORMATION
Residence: Armenelos, Númenor
Occupation/Position (ie: Lord of Doriath): Accounted as Second King of Númenor, but I had other shit to do.
Species/Race (ie: Elf, Noldor): Men, Númenórean

Spouse (if ( Read more... )