Dressed Up

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?
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Handsome

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... :( ]
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Urk!

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?
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Riiight

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!
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Kingly Stuff

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...*
Listening Closely

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."

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Riiight

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:
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I Don't Like This

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...
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