*swish*

*jugglejugglejuggle*

*splash*

*preens* You may now worship me.

Go on, you know you want to.

*hangs awkwardly painted banner*

Welcome to Ring Quest Reenactment Days
"Lovely Lake Sirannon" Tourist Board

What do you think? Too much? Not enough?

Since this...whatever it was and I finished clearing the rubble from the west gate, it seems word has gotten out that there is another entrance to the Malls of Moria. Hahahaha. *preens* Have gained twelve pounds in the last two weeks! Dwarves are ever so much tastier than orcs. A little too hirsute to be the ideal snack of choice, though. That ( Read more... )

A wonderful dream. After I had slowly peeled and eaten the flesh from the bones of these two, in my dream the Fellowship regrouped and launched a search party. When they made it here, I was ready for them, oh yes. They could find no escape in Moria this time. Oh, it was lovely! The screams, the blood, the bits and pieces ploinking into the water. ( Read more... )

Despite misgivings that I have probably made a deal with evil incarnate someone who may not be entirely trustworthy, I'm getting things in order here. Have cleared much of the rubble from Durin's doors. No small task, this. No time or inclination to replant the two holly trees, so have simply propped them against the wall on either side of the ( Read more... )

You dropped the scroll where? *grabs crow, pulls it toward gaping maw, reconsiders* Hmmmm. Maybe this little development will work out for the best. After all, I'm always hungry ready to welcome more visitors.

After several days, the crow finds itself flying over tidy fields of green and gold. There is a distinct, smoky odor in the air now. He searches and finds below a particular hobbithome. Gliding on a draft of warm air, he circles once, twice, then dives, aiming straight for the round front door. With a piercing "Caw!" the crow begins to bank to the ( Read more... )

This looks promising. *rubs four or five tentacles together, cackles* Hmmm. Must send off one of my spiffy new brochures. And start cleaning up some of that rubble. *picks up two boulders, begins juggling*

Had news today from a passing flock of evil swallows from Mordorstrano. Most delicious news indeed! Seems war has broken out down south. Pity it couldn't occur somewhere nearby, as heaps of war casualties make a filling meal. Difficult to pick through all that armor to get to the tasty bits, though, so you certainly have your work cut out for you ( Read more... )