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Monday, April 12th, 2004
11:14 am
Memo from the halls of Mandos
Would you regicide-happy morons stop sending horsefuckers here? For crying out loud. Sure, normally I'd be all for that, but it makes Hanild cry and anyway I'm trying to get a baby to sleep here.

Current Mood: annoyed
Monday, March 22nd, 2004
10:04 pm
"You'll be back for him, one way or the other"
Wulf: *lies flopped on his stomach on his sofa, chin buried in the crook of his elbow, other arm dangling, unmoving, blankly watching the ghosts of ants scurry by on the way to whatever version of Mandos awaits 'em*

Hanild: *pokes her head in, smiling briefly when she sees him* Oh good, you're here. *walks to the couch, places several bags on the floor and then bounces Gram gently* I have a favour to ask you.

Wulf: *looks up through uncut black bangs, frowning a little but not hostile* Oh. Uh, hello. Does it involve Gram?

Hanild: *frowning a little herself* Yes, it does. I was wondering if you could watch him for a while for me.

Surprisingly civil, aren't they?Collapse )

Current Mood: protective
Thursday, February 12th, 2004
12:21 am
"Something was taken away from me without my knowing it..."
Hanild: *after wandering around Mandos for a while, she makes her way to the area Jade told her Wulf's couch was* Hello? ...Hellooo? *seeing no one, she sits Gram at one end and goes about folding the blankets strewn about into a neat pile at the other end* I guess we'll wait for a bit... *sits beside the baby and starts a game of peek-a-boo, hoping to keep him quiet*

Wulf: *I hear before I see, and I stop in the shadows for a long moment before moving forward into what passes for light in the Halls* I'm here. He's well?

Hanild: *she looks up smiling, though that falters a bit, and nods* For the most part. He's teething, so there's been more fussing than usual. He's also decided he likes crawling more than sleeping and eating. *looks back at Gram and smiles* Haven't you?

Wulf: *I sit down on the other end of the couch, eyes only for the baby for the moment. I reach out to touch his dark curls, gently* He's crawling? That's...he's already...?

Hanild: *tilts her head and watches him* Yes. He's not very fast, but I suppose I should be thankful for that. He'll be running around in no time.

Wulf: *I stroke his cheek with one knuckle and smile a quick, fleeting, genuine smile, something you're not used to seeing* Good luck. You may need it, if he's anything like I was at that age.

Hanild: *quietly* What were you like at that age?

Something's definitely happening here o.O Collapse )

Current Mood: numb
Thursday, January 8th, 2004
10:50 am


Current Mood: enraged
Tuesday, January 6th, 2004
6:59 pm


*bolts under Jade's desk and hisses like a teakettle*

Current Mood: indescribable
Wednesday, November 19th, 2003
2:07 pm

Current Mood: morose
Thursday, October 16th, 2003
6:00 pm
*sitting crosslegged with the baby in my lap*
Gram, eh? Not much of a name, but maybe you'll make something of it. Dark hair...just like mine...bet Helm isn't too happy about that...bet he'd eventually arrange to be rid of you, wipe the "taint" out of the family tree...well, not if *I* can help it. You'll stay here with ME, and nobody will ever hurt you, and that's all there is to it. Don't need Hanild anymore, either of us. She'll get herself knocked up by her pussy elf boytoy or that inbred were-ferret freak and forget all about you. Trust me on this. She never wanted you. You should have heard her scream when...

...yeah, yeah, I know, you're hungry...come on then. There are about a hundred Mary Sues in the Fangirl Ward who died in dramatic childbirth, or defending their firstborn...I'm sure we can find you a wetnurse.

Current Mood: enthralled
12:15 am
Friday, October 3rd, 2003
8:46 am


I see.

Odd how a man's priorities can change so suddenly.

Vanthene? We need to talk.

Current Mood: indescribable
Saturday, August 30th, 2003
3:08 am
Aha! Entertainment at the expense of Frealaf's descendents!
Wulf: *insolently* So, Luthien sweetheart, has your devoted husband told you what he did the night before the wedding yet? Ooops, I meant to say WHO he did the night before the wedding.

Luthien: ... *SMITE*

Wulf: Ow. Just tryin' to help.

Luthien: First off, don't call me sweetheart. Second, don't taunt hormonal pregnant Maia women. Third, yes, I suspected it, but I'd like to hear HIM say it.

Wulf: First off, there's a lot worse I could have called you. Secondly, I'm already dead, so bite me. Thirdly...good luck with Captain Avoidance.

Luthien: ... *cries*

LuthienMun: o.O *gives her a hanky* Bad dog! You made her upset.

Wulf: Like there's anything else to do up here.

Luthien: What did I ever do to you? Shouldn't you be making license plates or something?

Wulf: I just have a general low-level disgust for anything blond that smells like horse manure and sits on a throne. Nothing personal.

Luthien: Well, that's too bad, now, isn't it.

Wulf: *shrug* At least I'm faithful to MY wife.

Luthien: *leaves to go screw Éomer*

Wulf: *goes back to flicking peanuts into Ancalime's cleavage*

Current Mood: amused
Tuesday, June 24th, 2003
8:27 am
And you say I'M a heartless bastard?!
They let. HER. Near HER. Am I the only person who remembers A) Vanthene is a POISONER and B) SHE HAS A PERSONAL VENDETTA AGAINST HANILD AND ME?! ALL IT COULD TAKE IS A TOUCH!!! You stupid, inbred, mouth-breathing, cousin-fucking horsefelchers. WHY THE BLOODY BLUE FJGHFJKHLG DO YOU THINK I WAS GUARDING HER!?!??!!?!?!?


I swear to the VOID that if anything happens to her or my child, I WILL find a way to get out, and I WILL find a way to MURDER AINUR. I hear there's a secret lab somewhere...</i>

Current Mood: indescribable
Monday, June 23rd, 2003
8:34 pm

Out. Out. Out. Out. Out. Out. Out. Out.

*slamming shoulder-first into the gates hard enough to wake the dead, which isn't saying much considering the whole "locked in Mandos" thing*

I NEED OUT OF HERE. RIGHT. NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *rattlerattlerattlerattle* ...All right, all right, either that or someone with some actually fucking ABILITY has got to go down there and take care of her. Now. NOW NOW NOW NOW fucking NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*sinking to my knees, hands wrapped around the bars and forehead pressed to the cold metal*


Current Mood: frantic
Tuesday, May 20th, 2003
5:16 pm

I <3 Jade. But oh sweet Eru I smell like fangirls. And there's glitter in my ears. EWW.

Current Mood: weird
Thursday, April 10th, 2003
11:44 am
Fuck. You'd think a woman could handle being used to get what I want without getting all SNITTY about it. I DID offer to trade or something...

Change in plans. DOORSTOP! Get your useless carcass over here. NOW.

Current Mood: pissed off
8:28 am


Right then.

*eyes Jade doing paperwork (and obviously watching the main gates of Mandos), scowls, then gets a "lightbulb" expression and saunters casually off into the deeper wards*

Current Mood: up to something
Wednesday, April 2nd, 2003
12:26 am
Being dead blows.
Actually, the getting-dead part was over kinda quickly, or at least as quickly as "being bludgeoned to death by Helm Hammer-In-Hand" gets. And even the being-dead part wouldn't be so bad...if I hadn't murdered Erkenbrand first. *eyedart* He's creative, I'll give you that. OW.

Am wondering if I should fill out one of those forms. Then again, the way she was staring daggers at me, I'd better find another way out...

Current Mood: deceased
Monday, March 24th, 2003
1:09 am
Wednesday, March 19th, 2003
9:02 am
It's quiet. Too quiet.
No rescue party yet. Hmm. Did Vanthene truly escape the White City undetected with her prisoner...? That woman is worth her weight in gold.

Technically for Hanild's eyes only...Collapse )

Current Mood: awake
Monday, March 17th, 2003
9:33 pm
I shall build a little shrine to Vanthene
Wow! It's like Erumas came twice this year. *beams* Please don't mind the screams -- I hate using a gag, it ruins the fun.

Current Mood: predatory
Tuesday, March 4th, 2003
9:19 pm
Wow. Snow. Lots of it.
*watches it pile up around the base of Orthanc with a dreamy happy look*

I love snow. And storms. And cold. It reminds me of way back when I punted Helm and his idiot sons out of Meduseld to freeze to death. Well, at least Helm did, the great drunken murdering fucker. Good times...good times.

Current Mood: nostalgic
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