Since we haven't had one in a while ( Read more... )

Damn fools. Fools, all of them! If they think they will last an hour under that fool Orodreth - well. A slight change in plans only. Though the desertion of his own son - that stung, a little. He should have been firmer with the boy. Spent more time with him here, perhaps, rather than leaving him to tinker in his smithy at whatever little projects ( Read more... )

It's strange. Again. Just when things were getting better then he had to show up and ruin everything. Maeglin sometimes known as Lomion fought the urge to spit. They would all see, though. Tuor and Turgon and all the rest who looked askance at him for being his father's son and thought the seed of madness or evil was simply lurking waiting to ( Read more... )

Overnight, with the holidays coming up quickly, the mansion's been transformed. Mistletoe hangs from doorways and by windows (and occasionally in odd spots in the middle of the room to make it easier to sneak up on people), fragarent pine garlands wrap the banisters, holly wreathes and candles adorn the windows, punch, eggnog and mulled wine in ( Read more... )

There are two, not one, two elflings on the porch of the Mansion.  They are actually rather happy children, about eight years old, and talking to each other in a sing-song joyful verse of Sindarin.

They don't seem bothered by the fact that the cold is a bit chilly, or by their presence on the Mansion door.  Their clothes are tattered and soiled, ( Read more... )

Khary's in a fairly good mood, unlike most of his family. Of course, this means that he wants to share. Hence, the denizens of the Mansion might find a few surprises wandering about. If anyone spends more than five minutes not changing activities, they may find themselves quite a bit younger.

In the main room, people may find themselves saying ( Read more... )

It's that time of year again, when everything seems to go a little...spooky. Perhaps something's really changed, perhaps the mansion itself decided to get into the spirit of the holiday, but something about the place isn't quite right. Sounds from empty rooms, things seem to move when no one is watching them, perhaps people are seen out of the ( Read more... )

He comes, his mount fully loaded with scavenged goods and remnants of food - his clothes are ripped, his arms are bloodied but whole, his eyes are full of simmering fury.  At his side, the trusty sword, clean and well furbished, the golden hilt gleaming in the sun’s last rays. On his back, the arrows and the bow, ready to be taken.

The battle ( Read more... )

Khardeen never likes to be bored. And if there's someone around who appreciates what he does, all the better!

There are now in the main room several streamers hanging from the ceiling for no apparent reason - though there is a birthday cake on the table. The cake, however, is quite harmless. It's the streamers you have to watch out for. Brush ( Read more... )

This morning there seems to be another new arrival, coming striding out of the woods holding a sword and looking fairly ticked off. He opens his mouth to say something, but the cry dies as he stares at the Mansion. Back at the woods, then at the Mansion again, an expression of "where the hell am I?" beginning to dawn on his face. The new arrival is ( Read more... )