*is in his forge, having finished finished the ring for Tyelko he's examining his metals, debating whether to to start on the torq for Finrod, or matching bracelets for the Ambarussa or anything else*

*comes around, then, calm but not floating - she still is amused with her bunny slippers ordeal, but there are Things that are making noise in the ( Read more... )

*passing through the main room perhaps, still in the good mood he's had since the mistletoe and Pan*

*is sitting downstairs and sewing, thinking - looks up and well hello there.* Good day. *smile*

*polite nod and a smile* Good day.

You have a remarkable resemblance to a...friend of mine. *polite as well. aand he's pretty, too*

Probably ( Read more... )

This is Part II of the most recent emobards plotline. In Part I, Daeron found himself talking to more crazy people than he was entirely comfortable with, Huan was effortlessly superior, and Maglor was sleepy.

But alas, such things were not made to last.

( And then, Elrond brought all the angst to yard. )

...Elrond has a short "Talk" with Daeron about Maglor, while, at the same time, Maglor is accosted by Miles. :D Continuation of the Maglor/Daeron-ness started here. And, for reference, if you didn't get enough UST Dancing, here are Maglor and Daeron at the Twelfth Night Ball.

( Help! Help! I'm being repressed! )

Beezie in lingerie, Meta in a sailor fuku. Enjoy.

( DOUUUSHITE?! )

... as is usual, the best part happens in strikeouts.

( It's as close to an apology as you're ever going to get. )

Log of elf-drama from last night. To summarize: Thranduil is offered tea. Fëanor is an arse and is dramatic in the kitchen. Fingolfin's sons find out what their Ada's been up to. Maedhros feels like a babysitter again, and has a tender moment with Fingon. Argon finds out who his other family members have been shagging, and snuggles Helen lots. ( Read more... )