Having spoken with Thalia about swimming had put him in mind to do just that ( Read more... )

In the bar, there is an elf. It is actually not a rarity - the elf is somewhat in love with the couch.

There's nothing quite like it in his world. At least not in Arda.

He's keeping mum about the rest of it.

It has become something of a habit - every evening she shows up at the bar to get vodka and pelmeni. Bar has, valiantly, tried to get her to eat something else - with all the cuisines available, it's something of a crime to stick so stubbornly to one meal ( Read more... )

Today there is a mythological creature hogging the couch. Glorfindel has spread his fletching supplies over the coffee table, and is in the process of dismantling and remaking worn arrows. If he had his druthers he'd wait until the passes cleared and hand them over to the Galadrim while on some mission or other, they always do the best work, but ( Read more... )

Dug has got his collar back! As the entire bar probably noticed, given how inclined he is to bouncing around and commenting on everything. But having it back means that he can CONVERSATE with people again, which makes him a very, very happy Dug indeed. No more sadfaces!

Well, not on Dug. There are probably sadfaces on the faces of the Oompa-Loompas ( Read more... )

Legolas walks into the bar, with the good cheer of someone who has just returned home from feasting in the Forest (Dorwinion was involved; however, it doesn't seem to have effected his grace or awareness.)

"Milliways," he declares, pleased. "It has been too long."

[OOC: Please see this for details :D; Also open for new threads until his next EP :D]

A young Elf, dressed in sturdy green and brown cloth and soft leather shoes with a plain bow-and-quiver on his back, walks into the bar.

It can, perhaps, be forgiven that his first reaction is wariness--his hand flicks towards the bone-handled hunting knife at his belt. Then he laughs, bell-like. "A tavern of Men, in the middle of the forest? I ( Read more... )