It's not impossible that Feanor has been more or less conspicuous lately. In fact, after much reflection, he's decided that the only way he could keep himself sane was to set about productive endeavors. To that effect, he effectively hijacked a corner of the library which he found to be rather unused. The walls have gone from cobwebbed to covered ( Read more... )

There is, not far from the lake, a middle-aged man. He has been there some time, picking at the grass, smelling the earth, poking and prodding at the muck around the muddy waters.

Of course, Merlin is never without worries, though he would be hard-pressed to complain about them, if it is not in the most terribly caustic fashion.

But all the same, ( Read more... )

"I'll be waiting where it all began."

( spoiiiiilers )