On the table of the house, Elendil will find a note penned down in Isildur's handwriting:

My dearest Father,
I shall be in Imladris for the weekend.
Do not worry; I have been assured the
journey is safe. I would wait for you
but we must leave at once; I shall tell
you all when we are back!
Yours,

Isildur

Although he is still weak and pale and coughing up sputum occasionally, Ildur is getting bored by being confined to his bed for so long. He is awake longer and more frequently now, and probably surrounded by protective family that won't permit him to do anything that might exhaust him, and while he appreciates their concern and all they've done for ( Read more... )

If anyone's missing Isildur, he's lying in bed, wrapped tightly in his furs and blankets (and wearing nothing underneath, in case anyone wants to know), his hair damply sticking to his face. His clothes, wet and icy, are strewn around on the floor where they fell when he pealed out of them. He's burning with fever, mostly unconscious and delirious ( Read more... )

After talking to Tesla, Ildur knows that he shouldn't go to their house for the time being - but he has no idea whether the rest of his family knows as well. Therefore, he is running around the Mansion (and will go out to the grounds later if he must) searching frantically...

"Father? Anon?"

Isildur is sitting out on the porch, busily peeling huge amounts of cooked sweet chestnuts. A variety of other foodstuffs can be found around him in bags and baskets. He is obviously planning something big.

But peeling chestnuts is a bit dreary, so he'd doubtlessly welcome people to talk to him - or to help.

During the more rainy days, Ildur caught a cold and a fever from keeping watch and sleeping outside on the construction site. It's nothing too bad, but of course he'd appreciate well-wishers and gifts of chocolate nonetheless...