Elves heal quickly, yes, but it's still probably a bit early to be getting up. Feeling entirely too awake after the long, Galadriel-induced sleep, however, he's extricated himself from the bloody bedlinen and made it all the way across the room(!) to a chair by the window. He'll be there, reading one of those culturally incomprehensible books from ( Read more... )

After a week or so, Maedhros (or whichever name we're best identifying with today) still hasn't done a whole lot but angst. We'll let that slide for now -- it wasn't exactly a surprise. But now he's setting out to explore the surrounding area, vaguely wondering if it's possible to live anywhere but the magical mystery mansion. (He likes corners ( Read more... )

Oh, this is overdue. A ways from the Mansion, around the edge of the lake, the bare skeleton of a new house has gone up. It's built off of and beyond some existing framework, lost now in the new structure; it's of a quite respectable size; it's got an Elf on the roof. Or what will be the roof, the reason being: he's in the process of constructing ( Read more... )

Maedhros is, at the moment, about thirteen. He's wandering around the place, looking for family, because keeping track of relatives is his life's work. Small relatives and large ones are more'n welcome to come crawling out of the woodwork.

Few enough people visit the house that Fëanor built, these days, save for the two or three who still live in it. But if one were to wander through today, one would find the two eldest Sons of Fëanor camped out in the courtyard, equipped with pencils, rulers, and large sheets of paper over which their heads are bent. They look suspiciously like

Despite the hair, Maedhros has always looked rather more like Johnny Depp his father than his mother, and that appears to hold true even when he's -- as can be seen -- a girl. Teaches him to go stealing his parents' fruit, doesn't it?

Most Elves, no matter their temperment or their past, nor how busy their lives (and his hasn't been: his typist has been neglectful recently), can usually take a moment out of the day to watch the sunset. So that's what this one is doing: leaning on the porch railing at the back of the mansion and gazing westwards at a pastel sky and darkened hills ( Read more... )

( Visible to typists and Sons of Fëanor, but not to Mothers of Sons of Fëanor. )

( There are a few other very important differences between human beings and Noldor that you should know about... )

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*glares at typist*