I was out walking yester-e'en and ran into the father of some old friends....

( The Boys Are Back In Town... )

Should prove... diverting.... *blushes* More as things... transpire, I guess!

...which is always nice!

( Talking About Stuff... )
So now I guess I actually have to practice and stuff.... *g*

OK, I worry about the who-said-what and who-did-what-when crap, so here's the official police transcript of the events in question:

( Just The Facts.... )

I'm willing to admit that I over-reacted, and my comments later may have been out of line--but I think there's a lot of provocation here that did not come from anyone in MY family! None of it was any worse than anything else anyONE else has ever said in public...

WHY can't everyone just admit their own misdeeds and put this to rest?? :-(

In the spirit of peace,
Prince Legolas

So then we got into deeper things....

( Lord Finrod is a Catholic???? )

So a good time was had by all, and I want the recipe for those brownies.

But I still don't have an answer to the question of why it was all right for Caranthir to deck my father, but wasn't all right for me to deck HIM.... *grumps*



((OOC: the usual edits apply... may have missed a few things. And because it became part of the chat, I made the asides between Voronwe and Legolas about the racist accusation from Maglor into actual chat points... hope that's OK!))

...to discuss Certain Persons....

( Brownies Are GOOD.... )

On to part 2...

More sons of Lord Feanor. *rolls eyes*

I wish he would come back himself... now there was an intriguing Elf. *smiles sadly*

However... Caranthir is here now. The one that makes Curufin look nice. And he's already punched out my father--and made me so mad I punched him back.

I hate loathe and abhor violence...

No matter HOW good I am at it. *grins evilly*

We're up to our necks in Feanorionnath.

Euwwww....

I think I'll go to the pub and have a nice glass of wine. Maybe Master Erestor is there and would like to play chess. Or maybe Elu's there. *grins*

*puts on best pub-crawling clothes: sky blue silk tunic with nice embroidery... charcoal grey suede leggings and boots... nice belt... Lorien cloak... weapons... *

Off we go then....

He is so good to me... even when I wander away and make sex with other masters, he finds me and brings me home.

( And He Has Chocolate! )

Isn't he wonderful?? *rolls over and purrs...*

(*title of a new children's book by Dr. Seussion, an Elf of Hollin....) *g*

( Glorfindel Encounters an Old and Odd Friend... )

((New Doriath Storyline: A Flashback to the Island...))

Ahh, those were the days....

( The Day I Regained My Eyesight... Mostly... )

*bounces* I love my King... SO much!!

Today's Question to Ponder: How do you freak out an Elven March warden?
Answer: Talk to him in impeccably perfect Sindarin while existing in the shape of a Wolf.

No, it wasn't Haldir or any of his brothers, darn it. But there I was, happily stalking a young boar... just the right size, and oh he would've tasted good! When suddenly this arrow comes out of nowhere, zi-i-ip, thwang, and nails the boar. Lorien arrow. Missed me by *this much*.

Well OK, my hearing isn't quite as acute as it normally is--YOU try hearing around hairy ears! Gah! I have no idea how Gimli and his folk manage it! The dang Warden snuck up on me. Must remedy this in future... I'd make a note, but can't write with paws. No opposable thumbs.

Next thing I know, I'm looking down the point and shaft of a lovely, deadly white-fletched Lorien arrow. Shades of the Fellowship entering Lorien back during the War! Sheesh! What a friendly realm... *cleverly ignores the way guests are usually met in the Greenwood*

I didn't recognize the guy, but he pissed me off. We are a Royal Wolf, thankyouverymuch... So I did the Pose, nose in the air and all, and said to him, "Point that thing somewhere else, you cloth-eared git, or I'll bite your nuts off."

(It sounds a lot more elegant in Sindarin. Trust me.)

He was so surprised he almost shot me. Fortunately the arrow grazed the side of my face. Shall kill him if it scars my Elven face... the arrow crashed off into the bushes--then I growled at him.

"WHAT is the matter with you?" I demanded. "You could hurt someone with that thing!"

The guy just stared at me, his mouth working, and nothing coming out. So I growled again.

"Learn to control your bow-hand, Warden, or I'll report you to Captain Haldir," I threatened. "And speaking of him--tell him to meet me where we were the other night, as soon as possible. I need some assistance, dammit!"

To his credit, the Warden found his voice. "A-and wh-who should I s-say is asking?" he quavered, sounding like a scared kid.

I tossed my head. "Isn't it OBVIOUS?" I asked. "Tell him it's Prince Legolas. Now piss off, you--the boar's mine, if you know what's good for you!"

But then I remembered Ada's lessons in manners, so I added: "But thank you for bringing the creature down so well and quickly. NOW piss off!"

And I growled a lot, fluffing my pretty ruff at him, and he bolted like there was a burning Nazgul on his tail. Heh. Showed him...

I have dined pleasantly on the boar, though I do miss having it roasted with Ada's lovely wild blueberry sauce... and then I went back to the Nimrodel for a bath. ERU that water is cold!! I'm on my way back to where this transformation thing happened now... and I hope Haldir gets off duty soon. I wonder what the delay is! He said he'd only be gone for a day...