*looks out the window*

*gasps*

FIRE!!!!!

*runs around like a headless chicken*

*can only remember one thing from the basic fire safety training course ada made me take before I was allowed into the forge*

Stop. Drop. Roll. Stop. Drop. Roll. Stop. Drop. Roll. Stop. Drop. Roll.

*stops, drops and starts rolling*

I HAVE A GRANDSON!!!!!!

SLAUGHTER ALL THE PIGS!!!!!!!!

*is so giddy today*

*dances around the huge dressing room singing*

My boy is getting married. My boy is getting married. Two down, four to go. My boy is getting married.

*does some intricate elvish skipping*

*stops in front of the reason for my excitement little something I had specially made to celebrate this joyous event ( Read more... )

*goes to see my baby boy*

*brings liver sushi in a tupperware box*

*clears throat*

Maglor?

*frets*

*drinks tea*

*frets even more*

*really doesn't understand why everyone is so set against Ingwe*

*goes to Maglor to get some answers*

*goes around the house in search of able bodied offspring*

Celegorm? Maglor? Curufin? Maedhros?

...

ANYONE!!!!!!!

*a hand would be nice here*

My poor baby...

*goes up to Caranthire's room*

*knocks*

*looks in the mirror*

*doesn't like what I see*

The broomcloset is doing nothing for my complexion..

*sighs*

*has heard the spas in Alqualonde can do wonders*

*is locked up in my closet*

*can still hear the racket*

*shakes head*

Poor Feanor... he's not been getting any *stabs the mun*