The big day has finally come; and anyone who ventures to Fëanor's gardens will find them decorated with long garlands of flowers - forget-me-nots, golden elanor and violets, by request of Armand and Chris - entwined with some of the small light-stones of Fëanor's making. Beneath the budding trees, long tables have been set, decorated with the same ( Read more... )

*to the adults ( Read more... )

Hello there. My name is Baily Biddles. I am merely a passerby who has just found this wonderful community whilst on my search for poor, unfortunate orphans. Yes sir, nothing breaks my heart more than the misfortunate lifes of unfortunate orphans. In fact, it is my mission in life to find orphans (especially orphans who come in groups of two ( Read more... )

*a boy of about thirteen carrying a small baby enters*

Hello. I'm Klaus Baudelaire, and this is my sister Sunny.

Glajira. (This appears to mean something like, "Our sister Violet is here already. We weren't lost, Violet, we were just late.")Hope you didn't worry, but we're here now ( Read more... )

Good day, or evening, or morning (depending on where you are ( Read more... )