As everyone knows, tea is sort of the staple of life around the Mansion. And some ruthless being has gone right to the source. Most of the tea is still in its neat little boxes, not conveniently laid out, because we all know how people adapt (and gods don't play fair), but anyone desiring their breakfast beverage of choice may find it does a little ( Read more... )

Happy Birthday to you,
Happy Birthday to you,
Happy Birthday, dear Macalaurë Canafiiiiiiinwë...
Happy Birthday to you!


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Friday has come, and with it the Essecarmë. As it's cold and a bit rainy, the celebration will take place inside in the great hall (originally known as the throne room) rather than outside. Of course, everything is beautifully decorated in autumn colours, ready for the guests. Fëanor is already there to welcome the early arrivals (and to check ( Read more... )

She arrives on horseback, a black veil covering her face and hair. She dismounts, looking about herself in confusion. She has lost her guide, and her surroundings look very different than a moment before. Hesitantly, she draws back the veil, revealing shining black hair and lovely dark eyes.

. . . Felix?

Typist: Safie, from Mary Shelley's ( Read more... )

*here's something we haven't seen in -- nearly ten whole entries!* *this, my children, is yet another elf of Tolkien fame* *a tall and blonde one* *with spiky anime hair, zohemgee* *and, after a careful lookaround, he'll incline his head slightly*

I am Aegnor. What place is this?

Typist: Aegnor, of J.R.R. Tolkien's The Silmarillion. Claire's ( Read more... )

There is a shadow, a great pale shape against the sun. Its form is the sleek, gracefully curving form of a shark, moving like a ripple of light through the water ( Read more... )

There is a lake by the DF Mansion ( Read more... )

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... )

Hello, again! A Question for All:

When is your birthday? Please respond with the date. This is for my own personal records. If you don't respond, I'll tell Cinnamon to eat your pinky finger.

Many thanks! *beams*

Bast starts an old record playing in the main hallway of the mansion where it can be well-heard.

She's put some of that old black desert magic on it so that anyone who listens to it will be bewitched, bothered and bewildered sent back into the 30s, 40s or 50s, that golden age of music, full of the sound of Cole Porter and Irving Berlin ( Read more... )