|Tuesday, August 30th, 2005|
*Patches Gwindor up as best he can after Fingolfin's pummeling o' rage.
*Steps outside and jumps up and down, calling for healer-types to pay attention* Current Mood: cranky
|Thursday, August 18th, 2005|
|Saturday, August 13th, 2005|
*Isn't sure whether to be pleased or annoyed that he ended up being cupboarded at an
*Tries looking for a bright-side in his inimitable Celegorm way but comes up blank.*
Poor little guy.
This wasn't supposed to happen. If I've said it once, I've said it a thousand times, Blessed Realm? My arse. Current Mood: Stunned
|Saturday, July 30th, 2005|
*Saunters into his living room and takes a deep breath*
I sense issues.
*takes another breath*
Possibly precipitated by hormones.
*takes a third*
Conclusion? The womenfolk are
But seriously, what's going on? Current Mood: curious
|Monday, July 18th, 2005|
*calls round to his father's*
Ada? I hate to be the bearer of bad news but put your situation-face on. We have one. A situation that is.
You might want to think about looking into that lawsuit against the Valar again. Current Mood: anxious
|Thursday, June 16th, 2005|
|To breed or not to breed...
*Actually rather enjoyed this
, truth be told.*
*Thinks very seriously about the "kid" question for possibly the first time in his lives.*Pro
: They don't eat me alive as I had previously feared.Con
: Some of them smell. It's true, some of them do smell.Pro
: They hung on my every word, which was kinda nice. :)Con
: The offspring of Fin and myself would most likely be a difficult, stubborn bastard and less easy to distract like Caranthire's twins are.Pro
: It would make Fin happy.Con
: Fin would probably think I'm just saying this to cheer her up.Pro
: It might finally get Gwindor to realise that Fin isn't leaving me, so he might leave us alone.Con
: It might finally tip Gwindor over the edge and make him go majorly psycho.Pro
: It might finally tip Gwindor over the edge and make him go majorly psycho so I could slice him up into little pieces and cite self-defence. Current Mood: thoughtful
|Friday, May 13th, 2005|
*Wakes at Caranthirë's to find that her and the babies are gone.*
*Gets up, lets himself out and staggers in the direction of his own abode.*
*Collapes on the sofa as soon as he gets in and falls asleep in no time.*
*Still has the post-it note
stuck to his forehead.* Current Mood: Tired, but accomplished!
|Thursday, May 12th, 2005|
Having conducted a rigorous scientific investigation into the matter, I've decided that getting drunk doesn't actually solve any problems. It just makes you forget them temporarily, pee a lot and give you a headache in the morning. So I need a new strategy.
*heads over to Caranthirë's*
Caranthirë? Can I borrow one of your babies? I won't be long and besides, you've got a spare. Current Mood: determined
|Friday, May 6th, 2005|
*Returns home after being enlightened by Caranthirë.
*starts rummaging around the weapons racks, looking for suitable impressive-looking pointy objects.*I won't stab...just threaten. No stabbing, I made a promise, promises are like oaths, YOU HAVE TO KEEP THEM! But I can still threaten, that's like oath small-print... Current Mood: First-Agey
|Wednesday, May 4th, 2005|
*Knows that all is not well in Finduilas land
, but can't work out what the problem is
because he's dense like that.
*Decides to head off in search of Aredhel and ask her for advice, seeing as she's a sort-of mother-in-law that he can cope with, plus she understands all this girlie type stuff.*
*Wanders through town whistling a jaunty tune, unaware that his big brother is currently in mourning for him.
* Current Mood: confused
|Monday, April 18th, 2005|
*treks over to his father's house*
*is actually feeling worried and stressed but will never admit that publically, for he is the Non-Angsty One.*
Ada? About this lawsuit against Estë thing...well, you see, I was wondering how much you'd really thought it through because if we get the only head doctor in town struck off that could be really bad. Especially for Fin's mental health and the prospect of us ever having anything resembling a quiet life because of Gwindor being loose. I mean, who's going to patrol the padded cells if Estë's not working? :S Current Mood: Worried. Shhh!
|Thursday, March 31st, 2005|
*wakes up in his old room at the House of Fëanor*
*Blinks as he sees a Finduilas shaped individual lying beside him*
*Vaguely remembers something about her being cured...
0_0 *sits up* YES! HAHAHAA! SUCK ON IT GWIN-
*Clutches his head* Ow ow ow ow ow... Current Mood: Ashappy as the hungover can be
|Tuesday, March 15th, 2005|
*Hovers around Caranthirë's and tries to talk himself into going to see Fin*
Think of it this way Turco, she's just tangled with Gwindor and Sauron. She's not going to be nearly as scared of you after that.
*sighs heavily* "I'm better than Sauron." That's the best I can come up with. Well isn't that
encouraging? >_ Current Mood: nervous
|Sunday, March 13th, 2005|
Erm...I've missed quite a bit haven't I?
*reads the local papers* Yeah. >.<
Okay, two things. One; how is Fin doing and two; who are we going to kill first, Sauron or Gwindor? Current Mood: annoyed
|Sunday, February 20th, 2005|
*Can't decide whether that
went well or not.*
Well. Back to square one lads. I mean, lad
and former lad
*kicks a pebble in frustration*
Didn't even get to beat up Gwindor. There's no sport in it if they pass out. Current Mood: disappointed
|Friday, February 18th, 2005|
*paces around the living-room of his very empty, very quiet house*
Okay, think Turco, think. You can solve this. So your girlfriend has been hypnotised into thinking that it's the First Age and the only sure way to cure it is to kill the dragon that put on the enchantment in the first place...problem being that said dragon is very large, very scary has equally scary friends. What did you do the last time you were in big trouble? When was that...ah. After you got driven out of Nargothrond.
So what did you do? Went on a drunken rampage with Curufin, tried to kill Beren, ended up getting your butt kicked, ran off to Himring where Maglor bashed your heads together.Hm. I don't think the 'drunken rampage' strategy's going to work.
:'( Current Mood: Angsty by Eru, ANGSTY!
|Friday, February 11th, 2005|
*goes over to his now re-built, not so humble abode*
*Rolls his eyes as the builders start to haggle over price*
*Takes out his crossbow and suddenly a deal is reached to the satisfaction of both parties*
Thank you boys, lovely doing business with you. :D Current Mood: busy
|Thursday, February 3rd, 2005|
*Is feeling a little bit stressed.
*So, in time-honoured Fëanorian fashion, breaks out the throwing knives and smites imaginary enemies*
*WHOOSH!-THUD!* Didn't mean to blow a hole in the middle of the house. :|
*WHOOSH!-THUD!* It's Caranthirë's fault as much as mine, she helped with the amounts. >:|
*WHOOS!-THUD!* Well I'M not going after if she wants to storm off like a great big drama-queen, she can bloody well come to me if she wants to talk. >:|
:(( Current Mood: cranky
|Sunday, January 30th, 2005|
*Goes back to Feanor's with a certain Sceptre*
*is pleased to find that Caranthirë's been on the sauce in the mean-time* Good, if she's well-oiled that should make things easier.
*clears his throat* Caranthir? Curufin and I decided to bestow this sceptre on you because...uh...we wished to publically acknowledge your greatness. :D Current Mood: devious
|Tuesday, December 14th, 2004|
'll find out it was me. She always finds out. Then I'm a dead man. Oh yes. WHAT WAS I THINKING!? Beware of Numenoreans bearing job offers, no matter how ticked-off you are with your sibling. Especially if said sibling is a dab-hand with a machete.
How much does a ticket to Eressea cost these days? :S Current Mood: scared