There is a timid young French girl, dressed in the typical fashion of the Second Empire, sitting in the common room.  She found, not a trestle but a canvas and a spare one, and she's working on finishing a shirt in what can only be identified as clear colors of silver, white and gray.

She works with silent dedication, not even singing.  Sometimes ( Read more... )

Khary likes to do things just to mess with people. Sitting down on any furniture in the main room, or at the island in the kitchen, will result in a rather sudden and alarming change. Khardeen may not be entirely sure what he was doing - it was more just tweaking things around, playing some games, he probably intended some simple young children ( ( Read more... )

He comes up the path, escorted by a large winged man. From just the look on his face when the Mansion appears before him, he seems unsurprised by it. Perhaps he's betrayed its familiarity, but perhaps he's glad to be back.. Armand smiles, and though he chooses not to go inside, he walks around the grounds.

He wears what anyone would expect of a man ( Read more... )

Jaenelle thinks everyone needs to have just a bit more fun ( 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... )

Unlike most who come here, Zaknafein does not make his presence widely known. He presses himself into a corner, first thing, his hands seeking out the twin blades on his belt; yet his eyes do not hold malice, only a suspicious confusion. He squints, however, as if the light burns his eyes, and in truth, his eyesight is quite impaired by it - not ( Read more... )