Ow. (or, introduction)

[valiantfinwe]

There's someone sprawled on the front lawn looking fairly messy. Messy here meaning 'covered in dirt, blood, and other assorted slime from being just-fighting, more or less. Upon first glance, he looks dead. Second glance he also looks dead, but third time around he's definitely breathing, and also definitely in one piece despite all that mess. Just rather unconscious. He is alive, though, pale skin slightly flushed, still wearing the battered armor he died in. The most familiar thing about him, though, is probably the hair, braided with gold, though that might be hard to see, at this point.

T: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome Fingon, from the Silmarillion - yes, again. Fresh from being Balrog'd his death and completely reset and retypisted.

Again, I have to say. I blame Claire. And my lack of willpower.