Icon by Sarahoh, inspired by my story Red Day Rising -- isn't she great?!?
Éomer Maltíro Theodensson

Essentials
· My Profile
· My Homepage
· My Mun
· The Theater

My "Family"
· Alcawyn
· Elfwine
· Eowyn
· Gorlim
· Halbarad
· Jade
· Luthien
· Niphredil
· OtherSelf
· Theoden

Lost But Loved
· Beruthiel
· Faramir
· Haldir
· Isildur
· Lothiriel
· Theodred
· Theodwyn
· Wynnie
· Yavien

[ note to myself ]
[ additional note ]


King of Gondor & Anorien

Current Gender:

For Gondor!
Thursday, July 22nd, 2004
12:33 am - So...
...the city is fixed. Ta-dah. *shooes the dwarven contractors back towards Osgiliath* Who's still out there and who's up for a kegger?

current mood: accomplished

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Friday, July 2nd, 2004
11:18 pm - Rudely interrupting our muns' conversation...

Eomer: *steals wife*
Luthien: *is stolen* Well, hello there.
Eomer: Remember me? :D
Luthien: *eyes him playfully* You do ring some bells...
Eomer: I think they were more than just BELLS, dear. ...all right, my leering innuendoes no longer make sense.
Luthien: Maybe you should go back to making jokes about your tongue instead?
Eomer: I exhausted all possible tongue jokes.
Luthien: This is true.
Eomer: I could branch out into the lucrative field of ear jokes...or maybe not. *licks horsily*
Luthien: Aieee! *laughs and plays hard to get*
Eomer: *tackles and tumbles, winding up on the bottom for cushioning* Ooof. When was the last time we went riding?
Luthien: You mean horseback riding? *eyes*
Eomer: ... Yes, but now that you mention i-- Um. Yes. Horses!
Luthien: Let's go!
Eomer: Huzzah! *carries off*
Luthien: Huzzah! *is carried*

[ Shortly thereafter, en route to the stables: ]

Luthien: Whatever happened to that baby swan we had?
Eomer: It was just big enough for a pie?
Luthien: >:|
Eomer: I'm joking, love. I have no idea. I live in fear.
Luthien: Oh dear.
Eomer: Do swans migrate? Maybe he migrated...
Luthien: I think they do. Not like swallows.
Luthien: Or coconuts.
Eomer: Doesn't that depend on the type of swallow?
Luthien: Well yes. Swallows from the north migrate but swallows from the south do not.
Eomer: I bow to your superior elvish knowledge of small things that chirp.
Luthien: I like nightengales better, honestly.
Eomer: *scratches head* They...chirp, don't they?
Luthien: They do. They sing more than chirp, though.
Eomer: *snuggle* Like you?
Luthien: I don't chirp that much, do I? *grins*
Eomer: Sometimes. When you're leaning over Drefan's crib and you think I'm not listening.
Luthien: *blush*
Eomer: It's CUTE.
Luthien: *looks self-conscious* I didn't know you heard that!

[ And then this happens. Bugger... :( ]

current mood: complacent

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Sunday, June 20th, 2004
7:25 pm - Almost forgot, didn't I...
Luthien: Happy Father's Day, Maltiro.
Eomer: o.o iforgot.
Luthien: e.e
Eomer: I didn't forget I was a father! *holds up a squealing Alcawyn by the ankles* See?
Alcawyn: *squeals*
Luthien: I know. But Father's Day is important!
Eomer: I don't think I'm ready to be a father again, if that's what you mean... *looks anxious* I mean, uh, not that I would be upset, in fact I love you pregnant and I love kids, but, uh... *winces as Niphredil tries to climb his back* ...I only have so many eyes and hands and speaking of where's Drefan?!
Luthien: He's right here and that's not what I meant at all!
Eomer: Whew. And whew. And um? I forgot what we were talking about now. o.o Have I mentioned lately how beautiful you are?
Of small children and large puppiesCollapse )

current mood: optimistic

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Saturday, June 5th, 2004
5:26 pm - Getting back to normal around here
Eomer: *demands his daughter*
Alcawyn: *didn't do anything bad, honest!*
Eomer: *scoops up, cuddles* Nothing at all?
Alcawyn: I've been good!
Eomer: Completely? *skeptical look* MY little girl?
Alcawyn: >.>
Alcawyn: I didn't do anything really bad.
Eomer: *tickles* Tell daddy!
Alcawyn: *SQUEALS* The ponies look nice in that color, really!
Eomer: What ponies, dearling?
Alcawyn: The ones in the stables.
Eomer: ... I'd better go look after breakfast, shouldn't I. *nuzzles* I missed you, lytling. Have you been looking after your sister?
Alcawyn: *nods!* I have! I keep her out of trouble. We both missed you.
Eomer: And your little brother? No tormenting the baby, I hope.
Alcawyn: Mama gets upset when we make him cry. >.>
Eomer: *gives a light admonishing shake* You know better.
Alcawyn: But he cries a lot and it's not our fault!
Eomer: You're my big girl, Alcawyn. It's your job to look after Mama and the babies when I'm not here.
Alcawyn: I try! I wanna be just like you when I grow up!
Alcawyn: I'm gonna protect everybody!
Eomer: *looks both proud and uneasy* That's hard work...I just want you to be happy.
Alcawyn: *snuggles* I am.
Eomer: *melts a little* *whispers* You're mine, you know. You're mommy's too, but you're really mine. *snuggles* And I'm proud of you.
Alcawyn: *looks up with large baby eyes* I love you.
Eomer: *melts AND evaporates* I love you, leofa min. *kisses on the forehead* Even if the ponies ARE pink.
Alcawyn: I like pink. *snug*
Eomer: I think ponies are supposed to be white, luv...
Niphredil: *runs past, looking unusually rosey*
Luthien: *chases after*

Alcawyn: Um...
Eomer: o.O
Eomer: We need to talk, I think
Alcawyn: That wasn't my fault, really! o.o
Eomer: It was the ponies?
Alcawyn: I might have left the dye in the wrong place...
Niphredil: *runs by in the other direction*
Luthien: *trudges after*

Alcawyn: >.>
Eomer: *rolls eyes and follows after* Bathtime.
Alcawyn: Yay!

current mood: amused

(6 thrown shoes | throw a horseshoe)


Sunday, May 9th, 2004
10:49 pm - For my lovely wife...
Happy Mother's Day!Collapse )

current mood: in love

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Wednesday, April 21st, 2004
9:01 pm - Let there be light, finally
And no I'm not bloody well LJ-Cutting it.

Eomer: *peers over shoulder* Almost ready to make the darkness bugger off?

Luthien: *adds one accent to a tengwar scribble* I am now.

Eomer: *leans over other shoulder for a different angle* Can I help?

Luthien: *smiles* Hold my hand?

Eomer: *does so immediately, warm and solid and sword-callused and real* Easily.

Luthien: *pulls you over to the window* Come, stand here. Right there. *setting the paper down on the sill*

Eomer: Here? *gets his first good look out over the city and winces* Eru...

Luthien: *soft sigh* It's been bad without you, Maltiro. *kisses your hand*

Eomer: *cups over hand over your shoulder* I'm sorry. It'll be all right now. I have faith in you. ...that, and the quicker we're done the quicker I can get your skirts up over your head.

Luthien: *surprised laugh* You've never had problems doing that in the dark before. *sobers quickly, squeezing your hand* All right, shh. *sings a high note of Sindarin, beginning to weave the enchantment to rid the city of darkness*

Eomer: *hums softly, instinctively hitting the same note an octave and third lower, hand tight in yours*

Luthien: *smiles while singing, song calling on the the light of all Arda, from Anar and Isil, to the Two Trees of Valinor, and all the way back to Ormal and Illuin*

Eomer: *just shadows your notes reassuringly, understanding some of the words and glancing out hopefully over the city...it feels like daybreak beyond the gloom...*

Luthien: *begins the second verse, singing of the sun and the moon, and the gold and silver lights, calling to them through the clouds*

Eomer: *starts to feel the song like a physical force, a sweet firm pull that makes him move closer to curl an arm around your waist...does the sky look lighter already? he hopes so*

Luthien: *concludes the song by rebuking the darkness and pushing away the shadows, making a wide gesture to confirm the words, but also snuggling closer to your side*

Eomer: *pulls you close, losing the last few notes in a low awed whistle as the blackness over the White City begins to fragment in great swathes of sunlight...*

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Tuesday, April 13th, 2004
1:09 am - I've been dead HOW long and there's WHAT?!
[ OOC: Thank you, pretty dreamiflame! ]

Eomer's pretty nigh exhausted by now, and he almost misses the familiar landmarks. He stops, steps back, and regards the closed and darkened nightclub with one eyebrow raised. Only one Arda would have a nightclub in Mandos...

There's a shift in the air, some sort of difference, and Jade knows instinctively that something has changed in Mandos. Leaving her office, she begins a quick sweep of the Halls, hand hovering near the sword at her waist. When she sees the taller figure near the nightclub, she blinks before grinning wickedly, her whole form relaxing.

"I'd say it's about time, cousin."

Where did you go?Collapse )

current mood: rejuvenated

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1:01 am - Mandos Release Form 3B
NAME: Eomer Maltiro Theodensson

QUEST: Family. Ass-kicking. Quaffing. The important stuff.

AVERAGE AIR-SPEED VELOCITY OF AN UNLADEN SWALLOW (AFRICAN): Faster than one from Dunland.

LAST KNOWN GENDER:
[X] MALE
[ ] FEMALE
[X] AQUATRANSSEXUAL
[ ] WHATEVER

CAUSE OF DEATH (SELECT ONE):
[ ] SEVERE SMITING
[ ] BATTLE WOUNDS
[ ] VENEREAL DISEASE
[ ] ALCOHOL POISONING
[ ] CONVENTIONAL SUICIDE
[ ] SEPPUKU
[X] HOMICIDE
[ ] OTHER...ICIDE
[ ] BALROG
[ ] SEXUAL EXHAUSTION
[ ] BUNNIES
[ ] NATURAL CAUSES / APOCALYPSE

OCCUPATION/LIFE PURSUIT AMONG THE LIVING (SELECT ALL THAT APPLY):
[X] SOVEREIGN/POLITICAL LEADER
[ ] RETAIL
[ ] MEDICAL PROFESSIONAL
[X] WARMONGER
[X] HORSEFUCKER
[ ] PROSTITUTE/PAMPERED SLUT
[ ] EVIL
[ ] BOREDOM
[X] ITALICS
[ ] ENTERTAINMENT INDUSTRY (ADULT OR OTHERWISE)
[ ] INANIMATE OBJECT
[X] PARENT/PROVIDER/HOMEMAKER
[ ] GENERAL WANDERING

JUSTIFY YOUR WORTHLESS EXISTENCE, USELESS PEON (REASON FOR RESURRECTION): A wife, three children, a Steward, one Ranger, and one Gorlim to look after. Oh, and Gondor too.

WOULD YOU OBJECT TO BEING REINCARNATED AS A RADISH?: Y!!!

DO ANY OF YOUR INTACT PHYSICAL REMAINS EXIST ANYWHERE WITHIN 3 PLAINS OF EXISTENCE?: N -- my family violated 'em then burned 'em. There may have been cannibalism involved. I don't know, I wasn't there, but it would figure.

DO YOU MORPH INTO ANYTHING FREAKY, LIKE EVER?: Y
IF YES, DESCRIBE: I have this thing with cold water, see...and you'd think I'd want it repaired, but I'm actually kinda fond of my other self now, so please leave as-is.

REQUESTED ALTERATIONS OF LAST PHYSICAL STATE:
[X] RETURN TO ORIGINAL (UNALTERED NATURAL) BODY
[ ] LIMB REATTACHMENT/GENERAL REASSEMBLY
[ ] SECOND HEAD
[ ] TAIL
[ ] LOS DOS RONDOS ASS ENHANCEMENT™ (V10,000/$50,000 GONDORIAN)
[ ] CELECOCK™ ENHANCEMENT (V15,000/FIVE CASES OF JACK DANIELS)
[ ] ISILDUR TITS™ (V20,000/INDENTURED SERVITUDE)
[ ] NONE
[ ] OTHER:

QUOTE AT LEAST THREE LINES OF A SONG WRITTEN OR PERFORMED BY ANY PUPPET'S ICON (INCLUDE PUPPET'S NAME):

Luthien:

Now I know you may have made mistakes
But there's forgiveness and a second chance
So wait for me, darling, wait for me, wait for me, wait for me...

ARE YOU STRONG ENOUGH FOR A MAN, BUT MADE FOR A WOMAN?: Y

--------------DO NOT WRITE BELOW THIS LINE--------------

FOR PROCESSOR ONLY:
[ ] ACCEPT
[ ] REJECT

NOTES:

current mood: annoyed

(10 thrown shoes | throw a horseshoe)


Monday, April 12th, 2004
10:59 am - fghfjkhgkjhsdgklh I'M TRYING, OKAY?
Well, I'm trying to get back, but it's complicated. I have no idea what cross-dimensional route Haldir took when he brought me to the Inn, and I keep making wrong turns. Ever accidentally stumbled into a two-dimensional universe? IT'S NOT FUN. I still can't feel my fingers.

Anyhow, right not I think this is Karl's shard, but he's not in so I can't tell. Bugger. And if/when I get home, there's still the fact that I'm dead...

current mood: lost

(10 thrown shoes | throw a horseshoe)


Thursday, April 8th, 2004
1:47 pm - [FICLET] Binary
[ OOC: This is for faramirofgondor and duskdancer, or rather for their respective muns. My Eomer is currently stretched thin between a game and a semi-retirement. This is the resolution I've reached for sanity's sake. If you haven't been following this plotline or you don't like serious stuff, skip it. Really. Go on. Shoo. ]

He'd known for days now...Collapse )

current mood: complete

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Thursday, April 1st, 2004
8:51 am - OOC: I'm sorry...
...but seeing as I've killed off this puppet, there's really no reason to keep this journal active anymore. I'll be deleting it now. Thanks for all the fun. Cheers.

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current mood: apathetic

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Monday, March 29th, 2004
9:09 am - Okay, listen up

Should I...

...come back to life and kick Seven's ass?
0(0.0%)
...come back to life and kick Ungoliant's ass?
0(0.0%)
...come back to life and kick Ancalagon's ass?
1(4.5%)
...come back to life and kick Gorlim & Halbarad's whiny asses?
3(13.6%)
...sit down, shut up, and let Luthien handle it?
1(4.5%)
...oh for Eru's sake just shag Faramir senseless already?
0(0.0%)

Remember Melkor's Irmotine's Day kissing curse? Right. Who was pregnant when I died?

Luthien
10(45.5%)
Me
12(54.5%)


current mood: exanimate

(15 thrown shoes | throw a horseshoe)


Thursday, March 18th, 2004
2:08 pm - One month come and gone
I dreamed of her last night. I wish I knew who she was.

On a less atmospheric note, new iconses!

current mood: awake

(throw a horseshoe)


Tuesday, March 9th, 2004
1:45 am - I, uh...well, damn. x.x
*is apparently still lying dead on the floor of the throneroom in Minas Tirith, and let's just hope maiar don't decompose quite like you'd expect, because, well, ick*

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current mood: exanimate

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Sunday, February 22nd, 2004
11:51 pm - OOC Note
[ If you have a guilty yen for soul-busting heart-shattering gold-medal-winning aNgSt and are following this pup's current gruesome plot arc, click here. If you don't and aren't, then for Eru's sake don't. I'm not joking. Don't come bitching to me if you don't heed this warning! Oh, and no griping about us making MESPT too serious. This doesn't take place in MESPT. So nyah. ;) ]

current mood: accomplished

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Tuesday, February 17th, 2004
8:58 am - Bring it, bitch.
Eomer: *I woke up today feeling strange, like there's some reason I should remember something major, but seeing as it's not anyone's birthday (or a wedding anniversary!) I'm not too worried about it. And it's been too busy a day to bother worrying. I actually spent the afternoon doing king-type things, and now that the throne room is empty I'm taking advantage of the peace to simply lounge in the throne writing letters to family far away...

Seven: Eomer. Perhaps you'll recall me from my last visit to this fair city? *the wraith smiles and walk slowly into the throne room, pulling her hood away from her hair* I have returned and I want your crown. Now. *takes off her glove, careful not to touch the top half of it then slaps Eomer with it* A duel, for the kingdom.

Eomer: *I wasn't expecting the slap, and don't jerk back in time -- but I'm on my feet immediately, rage burning high in my eyes, sword drawn in a ringing arc* A duel, then, but not for this kingdom or any other.

I wonder how long it'll take for anyone to notice...Collapse )

current mood: x.x

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Monday, February 16th, 2004
9:10 pm - I apologize for my absence over the weekend, but I had a good reason
Three, actually. The first is called "Irmotine's Day ;) ," the second is named "Luthien," and the third is something along the lines of "I'm feeling much better now, thank you, so the first person who interrupts this king's scheduled three days' worth of Private Time with his lovely (and much-neglected) wife will get pegged right between the eyes with a strawberry-scented heart-shaped candle, and believe me, melted strawberry-scented wax in the face is no joke."

Seeing as everyone I know of still has their eyesight and all of my candles are accounted for, I'm glad to say that there were no mishaps. Though I wouldn't be surprised if we were expecting again, heh heh! *not-at-all-serious wink-wink nudge-nu--*

MELKOR DID WHAT?!

current mood: ?!?!?!!?!?

(23 thrown shoes | throw a horseshoe)


Thursday, February 12th, 2004
10:17 am - Since when am I a jungle-gym?
*tromping in from the melting courtyard with one child on my shoulders and one under each arm*

LUTHIEN!!! This one-- *indicates a bawling Alcawyn under one arm* --dared this one-- *indicates a sniffling Niphredil under the other* to jump out of the hayloft. There are skinned knees that require your immediate attention!

Alcawyn, for Bema's sake, stop crying. You're not the one who got hurt. *eyedart* Come oooon sweetheart, I'm not really going to tan your hide. That was just angrydaddytalk.

...and ow, Gorlim, do stop pulling Uncle Eomer's hair.

current mood: busy

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Wednesday, February 11th, 2004
12:17 pm - Making the rounds again, albeit limping
I've been having the most interesting dreams* of late--

*almost trips headlong over a small child that, for once, isn't one of mine*

--...?!

* Link Warning: ANGST ANGST ANGST (but happy in the end)

current mood: surprised

(13 thrown shoes | throw a horseshoe)


Thursday, February 5th, 2004
10:50 am - Er, Uncle?
Is there a reason why Arvedui is calling you "Theodwyn"...?

The servants talk.

current mood: suspicious

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Tuesday, February 3rd, 2004
11:02 pm - "I don't know what I'd do without you"
Eomer: *sitting up on the edge of the bed wrapped in a blanket waiting for Luthien to come home*

Luthien: *comes in from the halls, a few bundles in her arms (one of which happens to be a snugly wrapped baby) and some snow flakes still in her hair* Maltiro! When did the healers let you up?

Eomer: They didn't. I escaped. *holds out arms* Baby?

Luthien: Figures. *sets down some of the shopping items and gently rests Drefan in your arms* I'm glad to see you awake, I've missed you.

Eomer: *nuzzles the baby, then reaches up to capture your hand, gently running my thumb over your knuckles* I think I missed you too. It was a bit...blurry. *gives you a Look* Did you have anything to do with that tea?

Luthien: *innocently, kissing your hand* What tea?

Eomer: Hmph. Be that way. *Drefan grabs my nose in one chubby hand* Ow.

Cuteness, catching up, and promisesCollapse )

current mood: loved

(throw a horseshoe)


Sunday, February 1st, 2004
4:07 am - Of vampires and wraiths and other oh-so-fun partycrashers
[A direct result of this summons]

Arvedui: *walks slowly in a pained way to the throne room. He's got a bandage around his head and his left arm is in a sling, but he still bows with full ceremony -- despite the occasional wince* So, my liege, you are alive.

Eomer: Eh, I've survived murder attempts by giant spiders, dragons, assassins, and mad Valar. Not to mention been smited by my own wife on numerous occasions. A patch of ice ain't going to do the trick. So. What's this about using one of my men as VAMPIRE BAIT?

All in good fun...?!Collapse )

current mood: cranky

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3:03 am - My mun is laughing so hard she's crying.
Honestly! What is WITH you people and men's underwear?! Mainly, the repeated assumption that I wear silly ones. *eyedart* Be quiet, Luthien.

current mood: shocked

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1:27 am - *shoos away the vultures* I'm awake. I'm HERE. I am!

After I bit three healers in quick succession, they stopped drugging me and backed off. Which soon left me coherent enough to untie the damn straps myself. Broken leg or no broken leg, I need to be UP. It's going to take me forever, though...not even halfway to the throneroom yet...erudammit, why is this place so big?!

Gorlim: *appears in the doorway and blinks, surprised* My lord! You're up!!! *he hurries over to offer an arm in support*

Eomer: *accepts the arm, then claims a shoulder and a waist as well* Damn right I am. How long have I been out?

Gorlim: A couple of weeks? More or less...less probably...

Eomer: A couple...w... *goes sheet-white* Is anybody else now king and where's my sword?!

So many to kill, so little time...Collapse )

Artamir. Arvedui. Front and center. RIGHT THE HELL NOW.

current mood: blank

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Tuesday, January 27th, 2004
3:39 pm - What happens when your mun loses connection for weeks...
There's been, um, an accident. I'm pretty sure things are happening, but I've been confined to quarters. I'd argue, but there seem to be broken things involved. Like bones. Like, er, mine. I'd probably argue anyway, but this time I have a suspicion that somebody's seen fit to drug me stupid. If I could convince the singing purple butterflies to untie the straps and let me up, I'd have something to say about that...

OOCCollapse )

current mood: high

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Saturday, January 17th, 2004
6:06 pm - [argh IRL sucks]
Hurried OOC for GlaurungCollapse )

current mood: I need an OOC icon

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Friday, January 16th, 2004
4:01 pm - HEY! Erudammit! We NEED those bloody peasants!
!!!!!!!!!!!! WHERE IS MY SWORD I'M GOING OUT THERE.

EDIT: *facepalm* I'll replace the Tower. First thing. DON'T LET THE STEWARD SEE IT.

current mood: irate

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Saturday, January 10th, 2004
5:55 pm - Ferretferretferretferr-- ooops, not
[Happens before Gorlim & Dred get back to the snuggling thing]

Gorlim: *hunts for the ferret king... and NOT Theo*

Eomer: *Is curled up on a pillow on the throne, fast asleep*

Gorlim: *kneels by the pillow, crouches and just barely peeks up over it, pokes ferret*

Eomer: *peers through the fluff of my own tail* Mrrr?

Gorlim: Psst. You awake?

Eomer: *nods, head cocked -- yawns hugely, tongue curling*

Gorlim: *smiles* Ferrets are so cute. Can I ask you something, sire? Will you adopt me?

Eomer: o.o *wonders how to say "I have enough kids already" in ferret*

And it'd still be incest, you numbskullCollapse )

current mood: weird

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Tuesday, January 6th, 2004
6:34 pm - *stares in the mirror*
*pounces into the nearest puddle*
*glares up at the moons when nothing happens*
*scurries off in search of Lu-- ooo shiny!*
*gets promptly lost*

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current mood: ditzy

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Monday, January 5th, 2004
12:31 am - This is a sign of apocalypse, isn't it?
Gorlim: *lounges outside the throne room playing with some feathers*

Eomer: *wanders past...stops...backs up* There you are.

Gorlim: *twirls a feather lazily in his hand* Mmm-hmmm. H'looo! Had I gone missing and not noticed?

Eomer: You're in a good mood... And yes, a bit.

Gorlim: *grins* Sorry about that. Distracted, and all.

Gorlim's not-so-secretCollapse )

current mood: pleased

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Saturday, January 3rd, 2004
2:04 am - Oh Eru I am a terrible, terrible wastrel
I still owe presents. And thank-yous. *clutches head in hands* Between my children and waiting on Luthien hand and foot in penance for putting her through THAT much labor and the whole, you know, King thing...yes, I completely lost track of time. I am SO sorry.

...I also wonder where everyone's gotten too. No Halbarad, no Felarof, no Gorlim, and (most worrisome of all) no immediately visible Theodred. I'm expecting to smell smoke or hear explosions at any moment now...

current mood: guilty

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Friday, December 26th, 2003
9:59 am - Semi-OOC: Other gifts
In amidst the flurry of gift-giving and gift-receiving and fishing small squealing children and/or puppies out of various snowdrifts on a regular basis (agh, I'm never going to feel my fingers again), I took a little time out for a nap...

Why am I mentioning it here? Well, I know some of you might be interested to know what's up with me and Faramir, on our weird ongoing not-quite-real dreamworld basis. (Gorlim knows what I'm talking about.) So...there ya go.

current mood: loved

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Tuesday, December 16th, 2003
12:44 am - O.O
I have a son.

I mean, another one, no offense meant to Elfwine, who's already my son and I worry about his choice in boyfriends at least once a week, and I haven't forgotten his younger self who's vanished off to the Void with Lothiriel, it seems, but see right now I mean an actual honest-to-Eru squalling full-term natural-birth baby son right here in my arms. Or, er, not in MY arms, exactly, but in Luthien's, and she's in my arms, so, uh...

...where was I?

Oh, right.

I'm a father (again). :)

current mood: jubilant

(10 thrown shoes | throw a horseshoe)


Sunday, December 14th, 2003
1:09 am - Obviously BEFORE other events today...
Gorlim: *takes some juniper berries from his pocket and offers them to Eomer*

Eomer: *eyes* Aren't those poisonous?

Gorlim: *cheerfully* Not a bit of it!

Eomer: Hallucinigenic?

Gorlim: Not that I've ever noticed... *munches a few of them to prove it*

That's what home tastes like...Collapse )

current mood: touched

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Wednesday, December 10th, 2003
8:50 pm - Semi-OOC: So THAT'S where all the writing energy's been going...bitch...
*cough* Well. The muns have been at it again. It's not quite MESPT, but if you like to watch Faramir and myself doing things we really shouldn't be doing in this or any other continuity...go look. :)

current mood: nostalgic

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Sunday, December 7th, 2003
12:28 am - Are you sure fonging isn't an acceptable way to solve my problems...?
Gorlim and Eomer try to mend fences, with Halbarad on-hand to douse any fires in the process...ooo, fire pretty...Collapse )

current mood: hopeful

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Friday, December 5th, 2003
10:55 pm - Well isn't THIS awkward...
[OOC: Don't ask how this one fits in. Blame MESPT physics.]

Aragorn: *stares at fem!Eomer* ...well they told me Eomer was hurt...

Eomer: *looking up* "They" were right, but Luthien has already been so kind as to stitch me up and tell me I'm an idiot. *not quite figuring out your expression* What...?

Aragorn: *sits down and stares some more* So......... Eomer? *shakes head and rubs the side of his face*

You don't remember, do you....Collapse )

current mood: relieved

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Thursday, December 4th, 2003
9:50 pm - And who didn't see THIS coming, hmm...?
Luthien: LKJSDLKJSDFKLJDSF

Eomer: *anime eyes*

Luthien: Ò_Ó

Eomer: HE STARTED IIiiiiiinohedidn'tcrap.

At least it's all my own blood, right?Collapse )

current mood: guilty

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1:20 am - This is what happens when Luthien's mun signs offline and leaves us boys on our own...
[Continued directly from here]

In which children are discussed, blows are exchanged, blood is spilled, and Halbarad is Very AngryCollapse )

current mood: frustrated

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Monday, December 1st, 2003
12:20 pm - Whooo...obviously Gondor has no health codes, Gondor needs no health codes
The nursery's more or less done. Painted and furnished. Decorated? I'll leave that up to Luthien and any other women who feel the need to do so. Decorating is not my strong suit. If left up to me, I'd have the whole place done up in dramatic gilt Celtic Rohirric woodcarving, and that's probably a bit much for a nursery.

So. Once I stopped hallucinating from the paint fumes (what the Helcaraxe is IN that stuff?! I lost at least three more brain cells, I'm sure of it), I found I had an hour or two left to myself. So I've been walking. And thinking. And watching people. Two people in particular. I've come to the reluctant conclusion that I don't like what I see. And whereas Eomer The Good Friend says "keep your nose out of it self," Eomer King Queen KingDammit says "this can't go on one day longer."

So.

*sighs*
*squares shoulders*
*goes in search of Gorlim*

current mood: determined

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Tuesday, November 25th, 2003
10:17 pm - What the...?
I think I just heard thunder.

*wanders outside to squint up at the sky*

Aha. Those are some very nice thunderclouds, and for once I'm pretty sure I had nothing to do with--

*is instantly drenched to the skin by the first serious (and totally natural) downpour of a Gondorian winter*

Ah. Well, there you go.

*ambles sheepishly off in search of towels*

current mood: soaked

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Monday, November 24th, 2003
10:09 pm - Wait a minute, I HATE painting!
Eomer: *gently shaking you awake, breakfast tray in hand* It's nearly noon. Are you well?

Luthien: *sitting up in bed and stretching, yawning* Is it already so late?

Eomer: Mmm hm. The girls are with Gorlim and Menelsul. *settles down next to you, offering a piece of toast*

Luthien: *accepting the toast and snuggling against you* How long have you been awake?

Eomer: *settling in careful so as not to upset the tray, arms around you* A few hours. Work to do and all that. But I have the rest of the day free now, as long as we don't get another apocalypse.

More married-and-about-to-have-a-baby cuteness -- in other words, read at your own risk...Collapse )

current mood: productive

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Saturday, November 15th, 2003
10:50 pm - "It's been too quiet, without cats..."
Lokiel: *Having made my way across the city to my old haunts, I'm now in stalking mode, tail waving eagerly behind me as I search for something, or someone to play with. Home used to be good for that. My whiskers twitch as I try to catch a scent*

Eomer: *I've left Alcawyn tucked into her new bed for a nap and am just pacing the halls as I used to when I was Faramir's security captain. Something dark flickered across the path and I freeze for a moment before realizing that it has four legs, not eight* Hello?

Kitty in the kitchen, and more Gorlim tooCollapse )

current mood: relaxed

(throw a horseshoe)


2:50 pm - Morning in the Quarters -- look! cute! not angst! mostly.
Alcawyn: *bounces* Wake up wake up wake up!

Eomer: Rrrmmmmm?

Alcawyn: It's morning!

Eomer: *opens one eye* Barely.

Luthien: *still sleeping soundly*

Alcawyn: The sun is up! Morning! *points to the window*

Eomer: *grabs the small child, getting up* Shhh, don't wake up your mama.

Alcawyn: *piping down* Okay. *clambers up to sit on your shoulders, hands firmly gripping your hair* :D

Breakfast with (and a shock for) GorlimCollapse )

current mood: weird

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11:23 am - A quick aside, listen up...
[ OOC: If your character is in Minas Tirith, either as a resident or a guest, please let me know -- I just updated the woefully out-of-date Minas Tirith community profile (Queen Arwen? Who dat?) and I'm sure I missed somebody... ]

current mood: busy

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1:09 am - Ask and ye shall receive, apparently... O.O
Alcawyn: Daddy! *holds up her arms*

Eomer: *stops dead, stares* Alcawyn?

Alcawyn: *bounces on her toes* Pick me up, Daddy!

Eomer: *scoops up, still boggled* What happened?

Alcawyn: *shrugs* I dunno. *decides that your chin is incredibly interesting and promptly plays with it*

How long have you been...little?Collapse )

current mood: surprised

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Thursday, November 13th, 2003
11:51 am - Sudden craving for guacamole...?
o.O I think I sense a disturbance in the Force. But right now I'm too comfortable to ponder it too hard. *sprawls and purrs*

PS: Luthien says the baby's due soon. In preparation, I'm going to kill every single spider within a mile of the city. Jade? If you suddenly get an infestation in the Halls, you'll know why.

current mood: complacent

(2 thrown shoes | throw a horseshoe)


Wednesday, November 5th, 2003
10:47 pm - *preens*
Why yes, I AM rather good-looking. Thank you for noticing!

current mood: conceited

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12:59 pm - Things to discuss... [warning: terribly mooky]
OOC explanationCollapse )

Usually they meet in the tavern, in the evening...as if to symbolize the fact that it is night where Eomer comes from. But this is Faramir's forest in broad daylight, sun filtered into a comfortable patchwork of old-gold and deep green by the leaves overhead. So perhaps the ranger is just a little surprised when the snap of twigs underfoot announces an unexpected visitor.

Faramir! Thank Eru. I hope this isn't... *glancing at the bow in your hands, belatedly, backing off a step into the underbrush* Ah. I'm sorry if I'm interrupting your hunt. I can visit another time.

current mood: restless

(15 thrown shoes | throw a horseshoe)


Tuesday, November 4th, 2003
12:53 am - Do we need an excuse? No, not really!
PARTY IN THE COURTYARD OF THE WHITE TREE!!!

Fire and booze and (hopefully) my lovely wife on my lap very soon -- oh yes, life is good.

PS: Woo hoo. :)

current mood: relaxed

(10 thrown shoes | throw a horseshoe)


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