I've come back from a long trip (and if anyone wants to know, never eat anything offered at an orc party- it does not mix well with our phisiology) and this looks like a gosht city.

Was everyone kidnapped by Morgoth or something?

Did you know that more than half of the orc children born today won't reach adult age?

The war is over, and Sauron was defeated, but many things are not yet right in Mordor. Orcs's life conditions have not been improved, and they still die by thousands nowadays. Most of this deaths could be prevented.

( How? )

Well, I may not have been able to give them the book, but I let a box at Elladan's and about a dozen copies in the back of Lindir's car. I am so cunning sometimes. If anyone is interested, I may do a public book signing, once I find a place where to.

Meanwhile, I'll concentrate in my gardener, that is in therapy since the incident, to treat him for ( Read more... )

Note from the player:

Ok, I want to state that I have nothing whatsoever to do with this poems or their translation. But since things have been slow, and I have not seen anyone in ages, I decided to post how Maglor's poetry would be like.

Just for the sake of it; Can anyone guess who was the author?

( Love constant beyond Death )

Just where is everyone? Is there a party somewhere and only I was not invited?

Honestly, this boy needs to get out more. Maybe some time with Aredhel will make him good; she certainly should stay at home more often. Maybe it will do good to both of them.

Saeros: *Saeros, with a growling tummy, is sneaking downstairs to the kitchen in the middle of the night.*
Saeros: *Crash! He trips on the stairs and falls into the wall*
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Curufin: *Curufin taps on the door to Maglor's house* Yo, Mags! It's your favourite brother!
Maglor: *Maglor opens the door suspiciously. He is wearing a bathrobe and his hair is wet* Oh. You.
Maglor: Come in
Curufin: *Frowns and starts pouting* what do you mean, "oh, you"?? What's up with that? *slams the door*
Maglor: Well, you have not been ( Read more... )

I came home to find a family meeting of sorts, having to do more or less with the hiring of staff. I was able to give them my well informed advise- I have after all, hired staff lately- wich they promptly ignored. Oh, well, this means Saeros gets some vacation, of sorts.

Fingon: *gathers some of Maglor's best crystal tumblers and makes extremely ( Read more... )

Still at Curufin's, and still busy. If anyone wants to visit him, you can do it now; the house is clean and tidy enough to walk around whithout falling into some kind of lethal booby trap made up of junk. You may want to be careful with the rodent, though.

Maglor: *Maglor opens Curufin's bedroom door with his knee. He is carrying a tray and looks ( Read more... )

Did I mention I used to be a tailor in the second age? Granted, it was for a short while, and among humans, but if you can make a man look good, you can do anything.

Maglor: *Maglor knocks on Saeros' door*
Saeros: *Saeros is lounging on the bed, nose in a book as usual. He looks up at the knock and says distractedly,* who is it?
Maglor: Maglor. Can ( Read more... )