*strides away from Sméagol in the direction he indicated Buckland would be in, rubbing her arms to fend off the cold*

Maybe he was lying...I could be headed in the wrong direction. *stops as a tree groans, seeming to move in the twilight* ........*looks over her shoulder to where she left Sméagol, unable to tell which way she came from. Darkness ( Read more... )

There was something outside, trying to come in. Primula thrashed at the window but couldn't aim well enough with the chair. It finally took Smeagol's well placed elbow to smash the glass. Then he was forcing her through the window, lifting her and screaming at her to not worry about what would happen to the baby as a result of the window. Something ( Read more... )

*stretches and yawns, standing up. Shakes himself and unfolds his wi--*

Wait a fucking minute. Where the fuck are my wings? *reaches back* .......*looks down*

AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! WHAT IN THE NAME OF SWEET FUCKING ERU?!

*sees the Pantry Smial door open and goes over immediatly in a rustle of skirts, grabbing Iorhael, kissing both his cheeks, grabbing Bingo and doing the same* My dear lads, you're alright! We were worried when you vanished, but Sméagol said you were alright, and that Iorhael fainted. *hugs them both* Poor dears ( Read more... )

While I was Greatly Enjoying my visit to Great Smials here, I received a Most Urgent message from Iorhael saying that I was in Danger, from that Terrible Beast of a Muse. He said I was to come back Home Immediatly, and most Importantly to bring the Children. I settled Frodo in a room, I Hope that is Alright, and Bella shall be sleeping with me. My ( Read more... )

*comes out of her room, buttoning her vest. She is wearing a new outfit that she finished sewing last night. She's quietly proud of the slightly mannish (for where she's from) clothing, that reminds her of days long since past when she would wear boy's clothes to go riding. Of course, this outfit has no britches, but a skirt, much simpler than ( Read more... )

*dreams that she takes a basket with a cloth in it for lining out to the Party Field, singing to herself as she walks. Twirls a little in the sunshine, and stops every once in awhile to pick some flowers. Comes to rest beneath the Party Tree, settling in the shade and producing a small book from beneath the flowers in her basket. Still humming to ( Read more... )

Oh, dear... My Garments seem to have Disappeared! *hides behind a tree*

It would be No Stretch of the Imagination to call this Night a Hard One. What with the Commotion over Poor Sméagol and my Dear Iorhael, and all the Smial turning out to See. Sméagol has a Fever-- most Unusual ( Read more... )

*comes back later in the evening, sits in her room and combs her hair*