Varda's Private Journal
I've found a new plaything: his name is Hercules. You can visit him here and here. Isn't he precious? When I was out walking in the forest this afternoon, I was ambushed by a gaggle of Orcs, and all of a sudden, a rift in spacetime appeared a few feet from me, and out pops the dashing Hercules. He knocks each of the 30-some bamboozled Orcs dead, and sweeps me off my feet to a nearby clearing, where he checks to see if I'm alright.
Due to my boredom with Manwë, of course I'm "more than alright," and sweep him off his feet. So now he's become my hero, and we've been traveling about Beleriand ever since, and despite dangerous dragons, troublesome trolls, and gargantuan goblins, I'm still in one piece, because of Herc the Hero. I'm currently on a green hillside amidst all sorts of colorful wildflowers below a sky of blue full of big, fluffy clouds, and Hercules is off on some errand. He makes me feel young again! (and that's saying something) Oh! And here he comes now, carrying numerous bottles of Eregion Red (I wonder how he got those?!), bread, cheese, and lots of grapes, so I must go. Cheers!
Varda
Due to my boredom with Manwë, of course I'm "more than alright," and sweep him off his feet. So now he's become my hero, and we've been traveling about Beleriand ever since, and despite dangerous dragons, troublesome trolls, and gargantuan goblins, I'm still in one piece, because of Herc the Hero. I'm currently on a green hillside amidst all sorts of colorful wildflowers below a sky of blue full of big, fluffy clouds, and Hercules is off on some errand. He makes me feel young again! (and that's saying something) Oh! And here he comes now, carrying numerous bottles of Eregion Red (I wonder how he got those?!), bread, cheese, and lots of grapes, so I must go. Cheers!
Varda