Having left Ruin's room and the illusion, he opens his mind to the bond once again, and follows its infallible compass pointing ever towards its other half.

The room he just left.

This time, not an illusion.

The door creaks open, but he does not enter.

"Namo?" A precautionary whisper in case one of their children should be present and

There is a tiny plot of earth near the edge of the woods leased from Bernard, currently nurturing a selection of experiments -- flowers of Ellie's, plants meant to prepare and loosen the earth for its future tennants, a checkerboard of landscapes in miniature, some tidy and clipped, some overrun with what appears to be contained weed cultures ( Read more... )

[oom: Gorlim teaches Namo to climb a tree. Millitimed to two days ago.]

It is early afternoon, having made certain Kelly and Gabriel are both with one mother or another, when Gorlim tumbles through Namo's door with a fairly largeish hip-pack and a shortbow. The bow (along with its quiver), he tosses onto the bed. Unceremoniously. And grabs the Vala.

"You. Come. Now."

Eilinel is doing magic with her plants again. Which is some wonderful magic, but it makes her husband sneeze. Therefor Gorlim has sought respite in Namo's room, a book in tow. He has claimed Namo's couch in the name of bad taste, and is lounging there reading Dracula and utterly enthralled with it.

He's checked himself out of the infirmary, but he is by no means stable yet. Having awakened from his nap with Namo, anywhere with walls suddenly made him feel claustrophobic, smothered, hampered. Pleading the need for a walk or a drink or... something, Gorlim finds himself outside, eyes verging on madness, not sure what it was he intended to DO ( Read more... )

He'd been to Ruin again. This time... more visions, crueler even than watching his Eilinel. A future he had not even dared conjure in nightmares. Gabriel defeated by Melkor, and his own daughter, heavy with child, taken by the dark one and then killed ( Read more... )

His mind has been wandering of late: from the dense humid forest of Vietnam to dreams of cold Dorthonion and of frozen Angband. They have taken him far, these dreams, and inspired a return to his more culturally fitting style of dress: he's taken to wearing his kilt over loose, dark pants, and to carrying sword and knife wherever he would go ( Read more... )

Gorlim has spent the morning with Eilinel, brought her flowers and a hair piece threaded with gold. For his white Eilinel, he brought lilies and a spray of tiny blue flowers; but now as he makes his way to Nerdanel's room, he has a humble boquet of brightly-colored daisies laced with baby's breath. He has a gift for her, as well, hidden in a pocket ( Read more... )

He only let go because the baby was crying ( Read more... )