*discards his clothing, dancing and wreaking havoc on the minds of a few unsuspecting hobbits* I've decided that construction work sucks. I quit, Lai.

Back in the Shire. Still with the troupe, but Theo's not here. We're uh, building a theatre. I have tripped over one of the triplets atleast once every day for a week. It bit me.

I'm officially opposed to raising small, green creatures as children.

Also, the icon-fairy came thought of what my daughter might be learning from the ringwraiths has ( Read more... )

Dear nearby Valar, maiar or ringwraiths,

Either kill me or kill the horses. :D

Love,
GildorHave been wandering around Rohan for several days. I think at one point I broke down crying, but it's hard to remember. Was chased by numerous horses throughout. I'm never coming here again. Ever ( Read more... )

Having been violated numerous times by frisky, unwashed Rohirrim -- none of which were Theo, to my great misfortune -- I am reminded of only one fact: I hate ringwraiths. :D

Became a father. Not that anyone noticed. They've named her Furry Eru Furueru, and I am entirely insignificant to all of them except when they feel like raping or torturing ( Read more... )

*traipses around boredly*

You know, travelling with the troupe is a bit boring, and rather sickening when the only thing you see is grass, dirt, and Silinde flitting about your vision whining or trying to grope Lai without him noticing.

I'm too old for this.

*sighs and trudges along behind a jabbering Silinde*

((Chat comes before this))

( In which the muns are tired, Lai looks for somewhere to hide, Gildor returns to camp and seeks Lai's advice, Seven shows up, and people angst. )

*dances naked in a field*

Ahahaha!

FRRREEEEE~!I even have clothes this time ( Read more... )

*sits outside in the grass cross-legged, staring at the ground blankly*