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We, Nandelle, Falathrim and myself, decided that this is just too funny not to post. Since I slaved to get it to some sort of readable format, I get to post it! Joy. Here you go! Hope you like it as much as we did!
Falathrim: INGWE'S LIFE: - Is born. - Goes to Valinor. - Tells other people to go to Valinor. - Goes to Valinor. - Acts like Manwe's loyal lap dog.
Nandelle: ~Goes to Middle-earth and war, as Manwë's loyal lap dog ~Fights ~Goes to Valinor. ~ Is Manwë's loyal lap dog again.
Falathrim: I don't think Ingwe went to war.
Nandelle: well, then. that is just sad.
Falathrim: THINK.
Nandelle: yeah, I'm checking
Falathrim: *goes to check*
Nandelle: *does not feel like hunting through HoME, so waits*
Falathrim: "He entered into Valinor and sits at the feet of the Powers, and all the Elves revere his name; BUT HE NEVER CAME BACK, NOR LOOKED AGAIN UPON MIDDLE-EARTH."
Nandelle: stupid Ingwë
Falathrim: Well, Stacie... you ready to revere the name of Ingwe, He Who Never Came Back?
Nandelle: sending your people into war and not going with them.
Nandelle: meh. they can keep their High King.
Falathrim: Heh.
Falathrim: Tell you what... you can be an Elf, and I'll be the Faithful Numenorean who aids you in your rebellion against your useless High King. :)
Nandelle: YAY!
Falathrim: And Alison...
Falathrim: ...she'll be too busy with Glorfindel to help us. :P
Glorfirith: I like it XD
Nandelle: hehehe
Nandelle: did Glorfindel get out of your closet yet?
Glorfirith: Random outburst: I didn't get to use my Hyper Gem :'(
Falathrim: Hyper Gem?
Glorfirith: Glorfindel is umm... *shifty-eyes* UNDER the bed
Nandelle: ahhh. I see.
Nandelle: she is abusing him. ><
Falathrim: Tsk tsk.
Glorfirith: I got to use my hyper gem after all!! YAY
Nandelle: hyper gem?
Falathrim: Ummm.
Falathrim: Okay.
Glorfirith: http://games.yahoo.com/games/downloads/bj2.html I'm having so much fun ^__^
Glorfirith: I laugh because it insisted I use IE
Falathrim: IE is tool of Morgoth.
Falathrim: Or even worse...
Falathrim: ...the tool of Manwe and Ingwe!
Falathrim: GASP!
Glorfirith: I like Manwe and Ingwe...
Falathrim: Ingwe?
Falathrim: I can excuse you for liking Manwe.
Falathrim: But what did Ingwe do to deserve renown?
Glorfirith: loyalty?
Falathrim: Hmmm.
Falathrim: Feanor was loyal to his oath. So loyal he killed his son.
Nandelle: HATES FEANOR
Falathrim: Sauron was loyal to Morgoth. So loyal he slayed millions of Elves and Atani.
Nandelle: random moron in the subforum: anyone know elvish that would be willing to teach me? anyone at all. And I mean Tolkiens not Quenya.
Falathrim: Curufun was loyal to his father. So loyal he kinslayed innocent Elves and Men.
Falathrim: O.o
Glorfirith: . . . I hate stupid people
Nandelle: yeah
Nandelle: and then he bumps it!
Glorfirith: -__-
Falathrim: Alison ignored my tangent on loyalty. How sad. :(
Nandelle: hah.
Nandelle: Finrod was loyal. ^_^
Glorfirith: I didn't
Glorfirith: I read the whole thing
Nandelle: but still ignored it. :P
Glorfirith: what did you expect me to say?
Falathrim: Something? Anything?
Nandelle: I say "something, anything" :D
Nandelle: And then you yell at me. :D
Glorfirith: Sure you make good points... but loyalty isn't always bad
Nandelle: Finrod was loyal. ^_^
Falathrim: It isn't always good, either.
Nandelle: and died. :'(
Glorfirith: I never said it was
Falathrim: Thus, if you wish to use loyalty to defend someone, you must explain why it was a good thing.
Falathrim: Simply saying loyalty isn't enough.
Falathrim: Finrod's loyalty was a good thing.
Falathrim: He didn't use his loyalty to hurt others.
Nandelle: he still died, though. :'(
Falathrim: He kept his word, and did all he could to help his friend.
Nandelle: and got released from Mandos. :D
Falathrim: He died; and was thus smiled upon in Mandos.
Falathrim: Feanor's loyalty was a bad thing; for reasons I need not explain. :P
Falathrim: Ingwe's loyalty?
Nandelle: neither good nor bad, perhaps.
Falathrim: Ingwe's loyalty wasn't a horrible thing.
Falathrim: But no one died, either, so it really isn't a good thing either.
Nandelle: it's not good because no one died? O.o
Nandelle: damn it! scrolling... invite me back?
{Stacey} Úmen caritas ~ Je ne l'ai pas fait! has left the conversation.
Nandelle: meh.
Falathrim: But if we Numenoreans can forge a sword that can destroy a wraith, by golly, we can make one that destroys an Ainu!
Nandelle: YAY!
Falathrim: Numenoreans! TO THE SMITHY!
Nandelle: hehehe
Nandelle: And you stole Lúthien... the only one of us who could take down an Ainu. :'(
Falathrim: Just don't tell Alison. She may try to interfere...
Falathrim: Nuh uh! She left of her own free will!
Nandelle: yes.
Nandelle: never mind... the only one who SURVIVED taking down an Ainu.
Nandelle: that I know of.
Nandelle: hmmm.
Falathrim: But look on the bright side; if the prophecies are true, Turin and Beren can come back at some point!
Nandelle: BOO... I mean YAY!
Falathrim: Beren is only alluded to in a vague side note, but...
Falathrim: MEANIE!
Nandelle: ^_^
Nandelle: I don't actively hate him anymore. Take what you can get. :P
Falathrim: It's a start....
Nandelle: ^_^
Falathrim: Is Alison still dead?
Glorfirith: -__-
Falathrim: ...good. We can continue discussion of our THROW DOWN THE VALAR! plan.
Nandelle: Naryë firin.
Falathrim: Blast!
Glorfirith: I'm not dead damn it!
Nandelle: YAY!
Falathrim: I mean...
Falathrim: YAY!
Falathrim: Ummm... Alison?
Nandelle: YAY!
Glorfirith: yes?
Nandelle: Glorfindel has joined us.
Falathrim: I think Glorfindel is calling for you... over... there...
Nandelle: Shall you?
Falathrim: He has?
Falathrim: Excellent...
Glorfirith: Glorfindel has not!
Nandelle: yes he has!
Falathrim: Oh yes he has!
Nandelle: 2-1, we win!
Glorfirith: *shurgs* whatever
Falathrim: Excellent...
Nandelle: excellent.
Nandelle: I love that word with that accent. ^_%
Nandelle: erm
Nandelle: ^_^
Falathrim: That accent?
Nandelle: [/Burns]
Falathrim: Ah, yes.
Falathrim: If I say excellent, I say it like Burns...
Nandelle: me too. excellent.
Falathrim: And often, I tap my fingertips together!
Falathrim: Excellent...
Nandelle: me too. ^_^ I like feeling evil like that!
Falathrim: ^_^
Nandelle: belated response. :P
Falathrim: Alison, you deny being dead, yet you sure aren't being all that social. :P
Falathrim: Shaddup.
Nandelle: she's playing her game!
Glorfirith: well you did just steal my Glorfindel away
Nandelle: indeed.
Falathrim: You can borrow Turin, if you want.
Glorfirith: no thanks
Falathrim: *throws Turin at Alison*
Nandelle: I shall keep him in my closet with my Finwions.
Falathrim: Have fun with him!
Falathrim: Well then.
Nandelle: Make sure you're not his sister, though.
Glorfirith: *sets Turin outside door*
Falathrim: *goes to hit a guy with his bike*
Glorfirith: lol!
Nandelle: hah
Falathrim: Bah. 1029.55m. That sucked...
Nandelle: O.o
Nandelle: Hmmm... not a good time at night to start playing a game... :(
Falathrim: 859.41m. Bah...
Falathrim: 323m vertically. O.o
Nandelle: are you getting lower each time? :S
Falathrim: No...
Falathrim: That was vertical distance.
Nandelle: oh, okay.
Falathrim: Horizontally, I'm doing QUITE well.
Nandelle: ahhh. okay.
Falathrim: Bah. What horrible luck. Landed RIGHT on Glasses Girl.
Falathrim: 6879.61m.
Nandelle: back to word games for me. ^_^
Falathrim: like OMG
Falathrim: You're TWO hours ahead of me, not one!
Falathrim: CRAZY!
Glorfirith: how exciting!
Falathrim: *hates Daylight Savings Time*
Falathrim: Surely, this is something the Dastardly Duo created...
Falathrim: Damn you, Manwe and Ingwe!
Glorfirith: -__-
Nandelle: hahaha
Falathrim: All their fault...
Nandelle: definitely
Falathrim: Of course.
Nandelle: stealing my precious sleep. ><
Falathrim: BASTARDS!
Nandelle: KILL!
Falathrim: Must finish l33t Numenorean Blades...
Nandelle: go to it!
Nandelle: hurry!
Falathrim: *pretends he knows what he
Falathrim: 's doing*
Falathrim: Bah.
Nandelle: we're doomed.
Falathrim: >.<
Falathrim: Well, it's not MY fault Sauron killed 99% of my race off.
Nandelle: *drags Glorfindel out of the closet*
Nandelle: yes, indeed.
Nandelle: Oh, Alison! Alison!
Nandelle: hmmm.
Nandelle: *shoves Glorfindel back into the closet*
Glorfirith: *locks closet and blocks door*
Falathrim: Well, that's no big deal.
Falathrim: *walks over to second door*
Falathrim: *opens door*
Falathrim: Hi Glory!
Glorfirith: -__-
Falathrim: Hey, you're the one who put that door there, not me. :P
Glorfirith: it's not my fault I like multidoored closets :P
Falathrim: Oh, of course not.
Falathrim: But when you add a second door, you shouldn't get disgruntled when it gets used. :)
Nandelle: hehe
Nandelle: why is it 3:30am? ><
Glorfirith: good point... *unlocks door, pulls out Glorfindel and stuffs him in her pillow*
Nandelle: *steals pillow*
Glorfirith: it's only 2!
Falathrim: 3:30 for you.
Nandelle: tis 3:30
Glorfirith: *grabs pillow back* MINE :@
Falathrim: 1:30 for me.
Nandelle: *slips away with pillow*
Nandelle: *tosses pillow to Michael8
{Stacey} Úmen caritas ~ Je ne l'ai pas fait! *
Falathrim: WHAT A FOUL CONUNDRUM MANWE AND INGWE HATH CONJURED!
Falathrim: *catches*
Falathrim: My, Glory, you sure are compact...
Glorfirith: *gives up and goes to play game... ignoring you guys*
Nandelle: EVIL EVIL MANWË AND INGWË!
Falathrim: YAY!
Falathrim: Alison has left Glory for us!
Nandelle: YAY!
Nandelle: Now we can WIN! ^_^
Falathrim: Yep!
Falathrim: YAY!
Nandelle: YAY!
Glorfirith: *sneaks back and steals Glorfindel when no one is looking*
Falathrim: *gets Glory working on l33t Numenorean blade*
Nandelle: hmmm.
Glorfirith: *sits on him*
Nandelle: *locks door*
Falathrim: ...well.
Falathrim: *shackles Glory's feet to the forge whilst Alison sits on him*
Glorfirith: *casually feels up Glorfindel while no one is looking*
Nandelle: O.o
{Stacey} Úmen caritas ~ Je ne l'ai pas fait! Glory... hm. I heard once that the Russian translation tried to translate that, and used "Glory" as the root word.
Falathrim: *looks*
Nandelle: and came up with something really weird. :S
Falathrim: MY EYES!
Falathrim: Wait.
Nandelle: art thou now blind?
Falathrim: I've seen you two do that all the time. Why am I complaining now?
Falathrim: *shrugs*
Glorfirith: lol!
Nandelle: hahaha
Falathrim: *goes back to work on l33t Numenorean blade*
Nandelle: *drags Glory and Alison into the forge*
Falathrim: *finishes l33t Numenorean sword*
Falathrim: *it resembles a frog*
Falathrim: How THAT happened, I can't say...
Glorfirith: nice one...
Falathrim: ...I dunno how to use this. :/
Falathrim: I mean... it's frog-shaped.
Falathrim: How do I wield it?
Glorfirith: LOL!!!
Nandelle: you can flap it around in people's faces.
Nandelle: and scare them
Falathrim: Hmmm.
Falathrim: *wags frog in Alison's face*
Nandelle: well... it would scare me to have someone wave a frog shaped sword in my face.
Glorfirith: *stares*
Falathrim: PH33R THE L33T NUMENOREAN SWORD!
Glorfirith: *blinks*
Glorfirith: oh yeah. Real scared.
Glorfirith: 8-)
Falathrim: Excellent...
Glorfirith: brb
Nandelle: okay
Nandelle: she is so scared, she hath run away. ^_^
Nandelle: *ran away?
Falathrim: I dunno.
Falathrim: But YAY!
Nandelle: ah well. YAY!
Falathrim: *wiggles sword in Glort's face*
Falathrim: *Glory's
Nandelle: hehehe
Falathrim: Hmmm.
Falathrim: How this kills a Vala, I dunno...
Nandelle: *grabs sword and sails for Valinor*
Nandelle: we shall find out
Falathrim: But it worked with Alison!
Nandelle: hmmm... aren't I already in Valinor?
Falathrim: *jumps onboard*
Nandelle: ah well
Falathrim: Yay! I'm a Numenorean and I'm in Valinor!
Nandelle: YAY!
Nandelle: I am a rebel Vanya!
Nandelle: one of... two, maybe!
Falathrim: I can feel my hroa and fea becoming disaligned already! ^_^
Nandelle: not me. ^_^
Falathrim: I'm so envious! ^_^
Nandelle: though... my Vanyarin perfection is suffering horribly.
Falathrim: Oh yes. I can see how that could happen. ^_^
Nandelle: my utterly boring Vanyarin perfection.
Falathrim: Utterly boring doesn't even begin to describe it. ^_^
Nandelle: hmmm. yes, well, I'm sure we have words in Quenya that would describe it, so...
Nandelle: BLAHBLAHBLAH
Falathrim: Blaadeeblahblah!
Nandelle: Blaadeedeeblah!
Nandelle: Now we shall challenge the Valar. ^_^
Falathrim: Blahblahdeedeeblah!
Falathrim: OH MANWE!
Falathrim: WE HAVE CHOCOLATE DOWN HERE!
Nandelle: Yes. The chocolate gets him every time. ^_^
Nandelle: Ingwe! Come, boy! Come!
Falathrim: Oh, no! You messed up. >.<
Falathrim: You lure Ingwe down with ALCOHOL.
Nandelle: ><
Nandelle: but he's a lapdog!
Falathrim: True...
Falathrim: ...I suppose he'll come with Manwe.
Nandelle: indeed.
Falathrim: Leash and everything.
Nandelle: yes.
Nandelle: well... has Manwe taken the chocolate?
Falathrim: Just wait...
Falathrim: ...I think I see him coming down the mountain!
Nandelle: *waiting with Vanyarin perfection*
Nandelle: YAY!
Falathrim: Of course, it IS a ridiculously large mountain...
Falathrim: ...and he just started...
Nandelle: this could take a while
Falathrim: ...give him a week or so.
Nandelle: you will not survive, I think.
Falathrim: No. :(
Nandelle: :(
Falathrim: By the time he makes it down, my fea and hroa will be completely disaligned.
Falathrim: BUT IT WAS A SACRIFICE WORTH MAKING!
Nandelle: YES! HEAR, HEAR!
Nandelle: We should promise Manwë the alcohol, maybe he'll come more quickly. ^_^
Nandelle: Though... he never does anything quickly.
Falathrim: True, true...
Nandelle: *waiting*
Falathrim: Dumdeedum...
Nandelle: hmmm. Then again, you *are* a Númenórean. What is your lifespan? Do you think you can make it?
Falathrim: I like about 210 years, on average.
Falathrim: live
Glorfirith: I just got a lecture about the time change
Nandelle: ahaha
Glorfirith: I'm told that it REALLY IS 3:42... even though I swear it's 2:42
Falathrim: Hah!
Falathrim: Told ya.
Nandelle: hmmm. If Manwë takes 210 years to get down here, we can just declare Valinor ours and get away with it for a while.
Nandelle: hehe
Falathrim: Heh.
Nandelle: otherwise... we're going to have to attack him with frog swords
Falathrim: FROG SWORDS!
Glorfirith: Can I take Glorfindel off to the closet now?
Nandelle: after you make us another frog sword
Falathrim: Oh, we left you behind.
Falathrim: But yes.
Nandelle: she can send it to us
Falathrim: After you two make us a Frog Sword, you can do as you please.
Nandelle: by the time it gets here, Manwë might be a bit closer
Falathrim: MAYBE.
Falathrim: I look at this mountain, and I wonder if, maybe, just MAYBE, Manwe is compensating for something...
Nandelle: well... it might help us conquer the rest of Valinor.
Nandelle: hmmm... hahahaha
Glorfirith: LOL
Nandelle: hmmm. What are we going to do about Eru? :S
Falathrim: Easily thrice the size of the Tower of Gambino...
Falathrim: Eru. Hmmm.
Glorfirith: probably more than
Nandelle: haha. MUCH bigger than that
Falathrim: We shall pray.
Nandelle: yes.
Falathrim: Oh Eru, please don't smite us. Amen.
Nandelle: YAY!
Glorfirith: my ear hurts
Falathrim: OH.
Nandelle: :(
Glorfirith: I was also told to go to bed
Nandelle: awww. Yeah, it's late.
Nandelle: And later yet.
Falathrim: Oh Eru, if you don't smite us, we shall offer annual offerings of chocolate.
Glorfirith: I never do as I'm told
Falathrim: Amen.
Falathrim: :(
Nandelle: Eru, if you smite Manwe, we shall offer monthly offerings of chocolate.
Nandelle: Amen.
Glorfirith: even if my room is still clean
Nandelle: mine's not
Falathrim: Still clean? YAY!
Nandelle: my books are piling on my printer again
Glorfirith: yeah... everyone is still shocked that my room is still clean
Falathrim: Hah.
Falathrim: I have an adapter, a DS, a few penciks, a GB game case, a lock, and incense on my printer.
Falathrim: pencils
Glorfirith: I want a pencik...
Nandelle: LOTR, HoME 11, Letters, Candide, Tao-Te-Ching, French dictionary, Sil
Nandelle: strange mix
Falathrim: UT, Mario DS, and a notebook on my TV...
Glorfirith: I have no desk
Nandelle: UT is missing again. :'(
Nandelle: HoME 4 is randomly sitting in the box that PoME arrived in.
Falathrim: My fea and hroa are beginning to disalign! How fun! ^_^
Nandelle: NO!
Falathrim: Heh.
Nandelle: And he's not any closer!
Falathrim: And Manwe looks about halfway down!
Nandelle: hehe
Falathrim: ...no, you're right.
Nandelle: you're beginning to have perception problems
Nandelle: that's not a good sign
Falathrim: I blame my faulty vision on my ******** up fea-hroa unification.
Nandelle: while I have perfectly boring Vanyarin vision. ^_^
Falathrim: Perfectly boring...
Nandelle: boringly perfect.
Falathrim: My, I am just now noticing, but you have such boringly perfect hair!
Nandelle: hmmm. two entirely different meanings...
Nandelle: oh, yes!
Nandelle: Vanyarin gold!
Falathrim: Indeed! Such perfection!
Falathrim: ...such bordom!
Nandelle: I think that's the only thing the Noldor like about them. ^_^
Falathrim: Oh yes.
Falathrim: Their personalities suck.
Nandelle: marry them for the hair. ^_^
Falathrim: What? You think Finwe liked Indis for her brains?
Falathrim: Oh, heavens no.
Falathrim: That hair was such a turn on.
Nandelle: get the blonde hair gene. ^_^
Nandelle: hehe
Falathrim: As soon as ther got wed, Finwe had her mouth sewn shut.
Nandelle: He wasn't exactly interested in brains at that point.
Nandelle: HAH.
Glorfirith: *looks at blonde hair*
Glorfirith: *casually pretends to be invisible*
Falathrim: Oh, don't worry.
Nandelle: hehe
Falathrim: You aren't a Vanya.
Nandelle: blonde Noldor are fine. ^_^
Nandelle: all... hmmm. more of them than the redheads, but...
Falathrim: Your hair, whilst not perfect, is ALSO not boringly perfect. ^_^
Nandelle: If thou wert boringly perfect, thou wouldst be a Vanya. ^_^
Nandelle: or... the other way around
Falathrim: Indeed!
Glorfirith: hmmm
Glorfirith: ok!
Falathrim: Your blonde hair, however, is Noldorin.
Nandelle: like Finrod's. ^_^
Falathrim: So, whilst it isn't perfect, it is also not boringly perfect!
Falathrim: Is Manwe here yet?
Nandelle: no. ><
Falathrim: I can't tell. All I see is a blur.
Nandelle: there's nothing to see. ><
Nandelle: There's never ANYTHING to see.
Glorfirith: maybe if you shout it will cause an avalanche and he'll be dragged down faster
Nandelle: but boring perfection.
Falathrim: We should go seek out all the Elves who want to rebel with us!
Nandelle: avalanches don't happen. ><
Falathrim: All five of them!
Nandelle: yes!
Nandelle: all five!
Falathrim: Okay. You are the first.
Nandelle: since all the Noldor are dead
Falathrim: Alison, Glorfindel, you in for some rebellion?
Glorfirith: yeah sure, I've got nothing better to do!
Falathrim: Yay!
Nandelle: let's break them out of Mandos. :D
Nandelle: or... try.
Falathrim: Okay, Stacie, you go find that one other Vanya you said might revel.
Glorfirith: I'm not going in there!!!
Nandelle: hmmm. she's in Mandos. with her husband.
Falathrim: With that one other Vanya, we can surely breech the Halls of Mandos!
Falathrim: ...s**t.
Nandelle: indeed.
Falathrim: Okay.
Falathrim: Here's our NEW plan.
Falathrim: I shall go to Mandos alone, claiming to be a guest.
Nandelle: maybe Amárië has changed her mind. :D Though... I doubt it.
Nandelle: yay!
Falathrim: INSIDE, I shall instigate rebellion.
Nandelle: YAY!
Falathrim: Then, in the span of ONE HOUR, I shall figure out how Manwe rebodies dead Elves.
Falathrim: How hard coul it be?
Nandelle: not hard at all, if Manwe can do it.
Falathrim: Indeed!
Falathrim: Of course, this assumes I don't go blind before I get there.
Falathrim: I AM OFF!
Falathrim: *runs off to Mandos*
Nandelle: good luck!
Glorfirith: wow... my eyes are crying
Nandelle: poor Alison.
Glorfirith: where a blindfold and ear plugs!
Nandelle: just you, and me, and Glory.
Glorfirith: *wear
Nandelle: :(
Glorfirith: I laugh at your pain Stacey! *drags Glorfindel off to the closet*
Nandelle: it is the disalignment of his fëa and hröa.
Nandelle: well... I'll be fine once he brings Maedhros here. ^_^ I'm sure he'd rebel!
Glorfirith: lol
Nandelle: Finrod... probably not.
Nandelle: Maglor, if we can find him... :S
Nandelle: too late now
Nandelle: how's that take over of Mandos coming, you think?
Glorfirith: I don't want to know...
Glorfirith: OMG I can vote for Glorfindel!
Nandelle: they all were voting Elrond! :'(
Glorfirith: yeah I know
Glorfirith: you can vote again too
Falathrim: YAY I'M BACK!
Glorfirith: YAY!
Nandelle: YAY!
Falathrim: Well, it turns out that I DID go blind before I arrived.
Nandelle: NO!
Falathrim: And I DID walk into thirteen hundred trees along the way.
Nandelle: there are trees in Mandos?
Nandelle: ^_^
Nandelle: before, okay
Falathrim: Yet nonetheless, I managed to make it to the Far North of Aman in the span of one minute.
Nandelle: YAY!
Nandelle: Aman is so small... Manwë really is impotent, isn't he? ^_^
Falathrim: In Mandos, I was greeted by the houseless fear of many Elves, all willing to rebel.
Nandelle: YAY!
Falathrim: Of course, I needed to figure out how to rebody them.
Nandelle: yes, that would be the difficulty.
Falathrim: I was stumped. STUMPED.
Falathrim: But, as it turns out, Manwe's memory sucks.
Falathrim: He had to write the instructions down.
Nandelle: heh.
Falathrim: All over the walls.
Nandelle: boringly perfect... more like perfectly boring after all.
Falathrim: It was just a matter of using my fingers to read the writing.
Nandelle: you read Tengwar now?
Falathrim: Thus, I rebodies EVERY Elf.
Nandelle: or did I teach you on the boat? ^_^
Falathrim: How, you ask?
Falathrim: The Word of Command.
Falathrim: Which is "Pie."
Glorfirith: I'm going to get drugs... brb
Falathrim: I said "Pie" to every Elf in there.
Nandelle: bye! :(
Nandelle: PIE! PIE! PIE!
Falathrim: And all were rebodied.
Nandelle: YAY!
Falathrim: Except Feanor and a select few of his sons.
Nandelle: SELECT.
Falathrim: They were asses to me, so I kicked their bodyless spirits.
Nandelle: that's the key word, no?
Falathrim: Yep.
Nandelle: good
Falathrim: I didn't wanna, but I rebodied Maedhros and Maglor for ya.
Nandelle: good. ^_^
Nandelle: and thee... art thou healed now?
Falathrim: Oh, heavens no.
Nandelle: :(
Falathrim: In fact, I have lost the sense of 'touch.' My body is completely numb. ^_^
Nandelle: thou art still mortal, of course.
Nandelle: NO!
Falathrim: I had to have Aegnor carry me back! ^_^
Nandelle: well... hmmm. That's not entirely bad...
Nandelle: yay!
Nandelle: so you got Aegnor to come, did you?
Falathrim: Oh yes.
Nandelle: how'd you manage that one?
Falathrim: It was just a matter of me offering to introduce him to Andreth's great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great granddaughter.
Falathrim: So, how's Manwe and Ingwe doing?
Nandelle: Andreth had a great ...... great granddaughter?
Nandelle: Manwe is a quarter of the way down.
Falathrim: Oh... I'm sure there's one somewhere.
Nandelle: Ingwe is barking at his feet.
Nandelle: how about... Andreth had children?
Falathrim: Such a loyal lapdog! ^_^
Nandelle: or... is it a great.... grand niece?
Falathrim: Ummm.
Falathrim: Sure. ^_^
Nandelle: okay.
Falathrim: Yeah, I don't suppose Andreth could have children.
Falathrim: No wonder Aegnor looked furious when he agreed to come...
Nandelle: I would hope not! Or... poor Aegnor.
Nandelle: hahahaha
Nandelle: indeed
Falathrim: OH!
Nandelle: well... shall we go up to meet them? or wait here and... watch you grow old and die?
Falathrim: Elenwe, your perfectly boring contemporary, also agreed to come.
Nandelle: YAY!
Nandelle: Elenwë is not perfectly boring! :P
Nandelle: she's imperfectly boring, of course! :P
Falathrim: Oh yes...
Nandelle: or... something
Falathrim: I don't suppose the one who suggested we burn the Halls of Mandos to the ground could be perfectly boring.
Nandelle: oh dear
Falathrim: It was such a sight to behold! T_T
Falathrim: A shame I couldn't behold that sight...
Nandelle: I can just imagine it.
Nandelle: perhaps we can burn Taniquetil to the ground. ^_^
Nandelle: though... burning a mountain to the ground... hmmm
Falathrim: I dunno...
Falathrim: ...we could raze the vegetation.
Falathrim: ACK!
Nandelle: well... it should be easier than beating a Vala with hahahahahaha
Nandelle: HAHAHA!
Falathrim: Alison seeks to destroy our rebellion with the most dreaded weapon of them all!
Nandelle: I was wondering how soon it would be. ^_^
Falathrim: NAKED HALDIR!
Falathrim: T_T
Nandelle: ^_^
Nandelle: there you go
Falathrim: Even through my blindness, my eyes are scorched!
Nandelle: hahahaha
Nandelle: AND THUS art thou completely blind. :'(
Falathrim: Yep.
Falathrim: Hmmm.
Nandelle: if thou wast not before...
Nandelle: T_T
Falathrim: We should go pick Galadriel up from Tol Eressea before we go up to meet Manwe...
Glorfirith: http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v343/Glorfirith/Quotes/NakedHaldir.png
Falathrim: ...hmmm.
Falathrim: On one hand, it's in the quotes folder.
Falathrim: On the OTHER, it says NakedHaldir.
Glorfirith: it's safe to click
Nandelle: yes, bring Galadriel.
Nandelle: oh, that!
Nandelle: I remember that. ^_^
Falathrim: XP
Falathrim: Dammit!
Falathrim: Scrolling.
Nandelle: okay
Falathrim: Re-invite.
Nandelle: there you go
Falathrim: Yay!
Falathrim: Thanks.
Falathrim: Okay.
Nandelle: sure thing
Falathrim: Alison, go get Galadriel for us!
Falathrim: PLEASE?
Glorfirith: uh...
Falathrim: *puppy-eyes*
Nandelle: hantanyel ^_^
Nandelle: le hannon?
Glorfirith: *goes to get Galadriel*
Falathrim: Yay!
Nandelle: YAY!
Falathrim: I'd go myself, but that entire no-sight no-feel is cumbersome.
Nandelle: hmmm. and it involves leaving Valinor again.
Falathrim: But not Aman. :(
Nandelle: and she has to bring us the swords anyway.
Falathrim: I do wonder...
Falathrim: ...how did Frodo and Sam and Bilbo and Gimli deal with that entire "MISALIGNED BODY AND SOUL" thing?
Glorfirith: *comes back with Galadriel*
Nandelle: heh.
Falathrim: YAY GALADRIEL!
Falathrim: *attempes to bow before the Golden Lady, but because he can't see he falls on her feet*
Glorfirith: graceful...
Nandelle: *pulls him back up*
Falathrim: Owwies. :(
Falathrim: Okay. We are set.
Glorfirith: OMG I HAVE BANDAIDS
Nandelle: poor Falamichael! :(
Falathrim: YAY!
Nandelle: yay!
Falathrim: Alison the Healer!
Falathrim: REJOICE!
Nandelle: The greatest of us all!
Glorfirith: *sticks bandaid on your nose*
Falathrim: See, I TOLD you there was a reason you went to the Nirnaeth!
Nandelle: that's so very anime-ish. ^_^
Falathrim: There is no Healer like Alison!
Nandelle: indeed.
Glorfirith: *bows*
Falathrim: I'm all better!
Nandelle: now... back to conquering...
Falathrim: It even restored a little of my sight!
Glorfirith: *gets out cool glow-in-the-dark neon bandaids just in case*
Falathrim: ...just a little, though.
Nandelle: yay!
Nandelle: and can you feel again?
Falathrim: Not even the Almighty Alison can save me 4evar.
Nandelle: though... I suppose you must be able to.
Falathrim: I can feel pain!
Nandelle: haha
Nandelle: indeed
Glorfirith: it's snow storming outside my house
Falathrim: Alison, remind me to reward you with COOKIES before I am little more than a slobbering beast, oaky? ^_^
Glorfirith: ok!
Falathrim: I like snow storming...
Falathrim: OH!
Nandelle: ick
Falathrim: Okay. The Noldor are here!
Nandelle: YAY!
Falathrim: Galadriel brought swords!
Glorfirith: And it's going up to 15 on Monday so I don't have to shovel
Glorfirith: swords are good
Nandelle: I can speak to them in their own language, and they shall be happy!
Falathrim: And we have two perfeclty boring Vanyar in our presence, too!
Glorfirith: do I get a sword?
Nandelle: hey!
Nandelle: that'stwo IMperfectly boring Vanyar.
Falathrim: Oh, yes.
Falathrim: ...could we convince any of the Teleri to flock to our rebellion?
Nandelle: probably not
Falathrim: Or were they too obsessed with staring at the water?
Nandelle: yes, yes they were
Falathrim: Damn.
Falathrim: How about the Sindar?
Nandelle: staring at the trees, of course
Falathrim: I imagine they must have been miffed, what with that entire "WE WERE FORGOTTEN BY THE VALAR DURING THE WAR!"
Falathrim: Fools...
Nandelle: hahaha
Falathrim: Well then.
Glorfirith: pants are overrated *throws pants across room*
Nandelle: now... to speak to the Noldor... I say, "Blahdeedeeblahblahblah"
Falathrim: It seems clear that we have mustered our full strength.
Nandelle: and they say, "Blahblahdeedeeblah"
Nandelle: and we are ready to go.
Falathrim: We shall be knon as... the HOST OF THE FROG!
Falathrim: known
Nandelle: YES!
Nandelle: Go frogs!
Falathrim: Now tell the Noldor!
Falathrim: They don't understand my beautiful Adunaic tongue. :(
Nandelle: indeed, they don't. T_T
Falathrim: WE ARE SUNDERED IN SPEECH! T_T
Nandelle: I say... "BlahdedeBlahBlah!"
Nandelle: T_T
Nandelle: they think I'm crazy
Falathrim: Ah...
Nandelle: Apparently they do not like frogs. :(
Falathrim: Blast.
Falathrim: Hmmm.
Falathrim: ...do they like toads?
Nandelle: perhaps they do.
Nandelle: "Blahdeblahdadablah"
Nandelle: They do!
Nandelle: Yay!
Falathrim: Because, you know, it's not too late to renname it the Toad Sword.
Falathrim: Excellent...
Nandelle: Trust to the Noldor to make such odd distinctions.
Glorfirith: frogs are better than toads
Falathrim: *grabs marker and draws a few warts on the Frog Sword*
Nandelle: yes, well, I agree.
Falathrim: BEHOLD THE TOAD SWORD!
Nandelle: but... I am an imperfectly boring Vanya.
Falathrim: Frogs are better, but who are we to argue with our army?
Glorfirith: I don't want to be associated with toads
Nandelle: but Glorfindel does!
Falathrim: A DILEMNA!
Nandelle: what shall we do? O.o
Glorfirith: Glorfindel will want to side with the frogs
Falathrim: WE MUST FORGE TWO SWORDS!
Glorfirith: or he's not getting any....
Falathrim: One shall be a Toad Sword, and the other shall be a Frod Sword.
Nandelle: two swords!
Falathrim: The Noldor, under King Finarfin, will lead the Host of the Toad.
Nandelle: Alison brought us another one!
Falathrim: Whereas the Vanyar, Alison, Glory, and I, shall be the Host of the Frod.
Nandelle: wait... our army just has two swords?
Falathrim: Frog
Falathrim: Oh. no.
Falathrim: Galadriel broiught other swords.
Nandelle: ah, okay. good.
Nandelle: does that make 10 swords, then?
Falathrim: But it is the two l33t Numenorean Swords that lead us to battle.
Nandelle: yes
Falathrim: Approximately so.
Nandelle: good
Nandelle: that shall be enough to take down an impotent Vala
Falathrim: Indeed!
Nandelle: onward!
Falathrim: BEHOLD ALL YE PEOPLES OF THE FROG AND THE TOAD! WE MARCH.... TO VICTORY!
Nandelle: HEAR, HEAR!
Nandelle: hmmm... he's halfway down the mountain now.
Falathrim: Excellent...
Falathrim: ...I may still be able to smell when we reach him.
Nandelle: I do hope so.
Glorfirith: *starts sticking really cool glow-in-the-dark neon bandaids on you* OMG I HAVE BANDAIDS
Nandelle: that lapdog's odour is distinctive.
Falathrim: YAY!
Nandelle: YAY!
Falathrim: I can still feel extreme pain, thanks to Alison the Majestic!
Nandelle: YAY!
Falathrim: YAY!
Nandelle: Can you see, though?
Falathrim: *really wishes he knew how Frodo dealt with this*
Falathrim: Sadly, no.
Nandelle: T_T
Falathrim: Not even Eru can return my sight to me now. :(
Nandelle: then... Eru is not all powerful! O.O
Falathrim: Ignoring the entire omnipotence thing he has going on...
Nandelle: heh
Falathrim: Oh, he is.
Falathrim: He just chooses not to be able to do it.
Nandelle: marvellous logic there
Falathrim: Indeed!
Nandelle: indeed! and lo! Manwe comes nearer!
Falathrim: Yay!
Glorfirith: I'm so going to play that cool game again
Falathrim: I can smell Ingwe from here!
Nandelle: okay
Nandelle: YAY!
Falathrim: ...I think he went poo on Manwe's robe.
Nandelle: the distinctive lapdog odour!
Nandelle: ewwww.
Falathrim: Damned non-housetrained lapdogs.
Nandelle: indeed.
Nandelle: Manwe should have known better.
Falathrim: My god, if Tolkien were alive and he saw this he'd probably die. >.<
Nandelle: but... not really, I guess.
Falathrim: Oh well!
Nandelle: hahahahahaha
Falathrim: Shame on Manwe...
Falathrim: How's the Host of the Toad doing?
Falathrim: ...and for that matter, how's the Host of the Frog doing?
Falathrim: I can't see our progress. >.<
Nandelle: the Host of the Toad is coming along fine, weilding their nine swords.
Falathrim: Excellent...
Falathrim: BLAST!
Nandelle: The Host of the Frog is looking very confused... Neither Vanya knows how to hold a sword, and you can't see.
Falathrim: I couldn't feel my fingertips when I excellent'd!
Nandelle: and Alision is chasing Glory.
Nandelle: NO!
Falathrim: The Host of the Frog is fallen!
Falathrim: THE HOST OF THE FROG IS FALLEN!
Nandelle: NOOOOO!!!!!
Nandelle: The Host of the Toad must continue on
Falathrim: Pull back! PULL BACK!
Nandelle: Who's their leader, Finarfin?
Nandelle: he's... having second doubts again... :S
Falathrim: Yes.
Falathrim: Oh, goddamit!
Glorfirith: XD
Falathrim: I knew I should have let Feanor out!
Nandelle: yes. a bad... boringly perfect trait inherited from his mother.
Nandelle: no... Feanor would not have been a good idea
Falathrim: He may be an a**, but at least he runs striaght into danger without thinking about the welfare of others!
Nandelle: he'd have killed everyone else, though. :S
Nandelle: and then we'd still lose!
Falathrim: BLAST!
Falathrim: You're right...
Nandelle: yes, we're better off without him.
Falathrim: ...where's Fingolfin when we need him?
Nandelle: hmmmm. he went the wrong way. still thinks we're fighting Morgoth.
Falathrim: Idiot!
Nandelle: pitiful... he never was all that bright.
Glorfirith: I'll go get Fingolfin!
Falathrim: No... single combat...
Nandelle: quickly!
Falathrim: What was he thinking?
Nandelle: hahaha
Nandelle: not quite sure
Glorfirith: *runs off to get Fingolfin*
Nandelle: probably, "Feanor never tried this one!"
Falathrim: Oh, yes, I can EASILY beat the toughest guy in all Creation!
Nandelle: w00t!
Glorfirith: *brings back Fingolfin*... that went well
Nandelle: hmmm... he should go in the front.
Falathrim: JUST IN TIME!
Falathrim: Manwe is almost here!
Nandelle: how do you know? :P
Nandelle: but, yes. the smell!
Falathrim: We would have been doomed, had we not had a leader for the House of the Toad!
Nandelle: it overpowers me!
Falathrim: Of course!
Nandelle: w00t!
Falathrim: Host.
Falathrim: I meant Host.
Nandelle: hmmm. alright.
Falathrim: I blame my garbled speaking on my misaligned fea and hroa.
Falathrim: I do.
Falathrim: Yes,
Falathrim: Yepyep!
Nandelle: your poor misaligned fëa and hröa, getting the blame for everything. T_T
Falathrim: I know, it is a pity.
Nandelle: pitiful
Nandelle: he's here!
Falathrim: How far away is Manwe, imperfectly boring Vanya?
Falathrim: ACK!
Falathrim: WHAT DO WE DO!
Nandelle: we... might have a problem. :S
Falathrim: ...did anyone tell Fingolfin how to wield the Toad Sword?
Nandelle: let Fingolfin fight him!
Nandelle: NO!!!!! T_T
Falathrim: WE'RE DOOMED!
Falathrim: Alison!
Falathrim: You're a Noldo!
Glorfirith: yes?
Glorfirith: ok...
Nandelle: *runs up to Fingolfin... somehow*
Falathrim: A Healer, but a Noldo nonetheless!
Falathrim: HELP FINGOLFIN! YOU ARE OUR ONLY HOPE!
Nandelle: "blahdedeblah blah blahdedablah!"
Glorfirith: *sighs and dashes off to help Fingolfin*
Nandelle: run!
Nandelle: I don't know how to wield the sword!
Falathrim: A shame I'm blind, and that you are an imperfectly boring Vanya.
Falathrim: Oh!
Nandelle: but... I did tell him that the Vala that stands before him, as much as he looks like Manwe, is actually Melkor in disguise.
Falathrim: There went my sense of hearing...
Nandelle: he's not bright enough to see how impossible that is...
Falathrim: You'll have to inscribe what you want to say on my arm.
Glorfirith: *comes back*
Nandelle: okay.
Glorfirith: Fingolfin can handle the toad sword now
Nandelle: have you taught him?
Nandelle: good
Glorfirith: *has a nap on the grass*
Falathrim: Then, I'll need to lick it, because I can't feel what you inscribed.
Nandelle: hmmm.
Falathrim: So make sure the ink tastes good.
Nandelle: okay.
Nandelle: BAND AIDS!
Nandelle: I have boringly perfect ink only. :S
Falathrim: Eew! I know, this ink I just tasted so I could understand you tastes AWFUL!
Glorfirith: *sticks very cool glow-in-the-dark bandaids in your ears* OMG I HAVE BANDAIDS
Falathrim: YES!
Falathrim: I can hear you when you scream REAL loud!
Nandelle: YAY!
Glorfirith: WOO
Falathrim: On the flip side, I just lost the sense of taste.
Glorfirith: that's fine
Nandelle: well, then... I should be able to get through to you and Fingolfin at the same time
Glorfirith: you don't really need that
Falathrim: I can't hear you!
Falathrim: SCREAM!
Glorfirith: YOU REALLY DON'T NEED TO TASTE
Falathrim: Oh, okay.
Nandelle: FINGOLFIN IS CHARGING MANWE!
Falathrim: Excellent...
Nandelle: CAN YOU FEEL YOUR FINGERS?
Falathrim: Hardly.
Nandelle: FINGOLFIN TURNS AROUND AND LOOKS CONFUSED, LOOKING AT HIS HANDS!
Nandelle: UM...
Falathrim: s**t.
Glorfirith: uh oh...
Falathrim: WAVE THE TOAD SWORD IN HIS FACE, DUMBASS!
Nandelle: BUT... MANWE IS TOO BORINGLY PERFECT TO UNDERSTAND THAT HE IS UNDER ATTACK!
Falathrim: Well, that is ONE advantage we have...
Nandelle: WAVE THE SWORD, FINGOLFIN! BLAH DE DE MAKIL, NOLOFINWE!
Nandelle: HE IS WAVING THE SWORD!
Falathrim: If only one amongst the Host of the Frog could aid Fingolfin...
Falathrim: YES!
Nandelle: HMMM.
Nandelle: *toad sword flops in hand*
Falathrim: OMG!
Nandelle: Glorfindel!
Glorfirith: *Glorfindel and ALison sigh and charge at Manwe to help Fingolfin*
Falathrim: I smell Ingwe!
Nandelle: NOOOOO!!!!!
Falathrim: I smell him, trying to help Manwe!
Nandelle: BUT... HE CAN'T DO ANYTHING!
Falathrim: ...I can smell that he isn't doing all that well...
Nandelle: EXCELLENT.
Falathrim: ...is he taking a piss on Fingolfin's shoe?
Nandelle: INDEED... I HAVE TOLD FINGOLFIN THAT THIS IS FEANOR IN DISGUISE.
Falathrim: KILL FEANOR, FINGOLFIN! DO IT!
Nandelle: FINGOLFIN... SOMEHOW BELIEVES ME AGAIN...
Nandelle: FINGOLFIN IS NOT FRATRICIDAL... THOUGH
Falathrim: He was always the dense one...
Nandelle: INDEED.
Falathrim: ...Fingolfin is hugging Manwe now, isn't he?
Falathrim: Follow him to whatever end... damn!
Nandelle: NO... HE STILL THINKS HE'S MELKOR.
Falathrim: Why did you tell him that?
Falathrim: YOU FOOL!
Falathrim: Oh.
Falathrim: Okay.
Falathrim: How is Alison doing?
Nandelle: BUT... HE *IS* HUGGING INGWE
Falathrim: O.o
Nandelle: ALISON IS... ENJOYING GLORY'S COMPANY
Falathrim: Alison! This is IMPORTANT!
Nandelle: ALISON!
Falathrim: The fondling can come later!
Nandelle: I WANT TO FONDLE TOO!
Nandelle: WHERE DID MAEDHROS GO?
Glorfirith: I'm trying! Glorfindel can't seem to find where the sword should be though...
Nandelle: HMMM... NOT SURE THAT THAT WOULD BE THE BEST IDEA...
Nandelle: OH DEAR...
Falathrim: He should be in the Host of the Toad...
Nandelle: THAT SOUNDS VERY BAD...
Glorfirith: that was the point
Nandelle: ALISON!
Falathrim: Well, whatever she said, I didn't hear it.
Glorfirith: good XD
Nandelle: SHE SCREAMED IT!
Falathrim: I hear none of her words!
Nandelle: GLORFINDEL CAN'T SEEM TO FIND WHERE THE SWORD SHOULD BE!
Falathrim: OMG YOU TWO ARE CONSTANTLY HORNY!
Nandelle: I HAVE HANDED HIM MY TOAD SWORD AND PULLED HIM AWAY FROM ALISON!
Nandelle: HAHAHAHAHA
Falathrim: IT WOULD BE HILARIOUS IF THE FUTURE OF OUR PEOPLES DIDN'T LIE IN THIS BATTLE!
Nandelle: INDEED IT WOULD!
Falathrim: YES!
Glorfirith: *takes time out to tie shoe*
Falathrim: QUITE!
Nandelle: *he lived to wield his sword with left hand more deadly than his right had been*
Nandelle: *swoons*
Falathrim: OMG!
Falathrim: Have you found May-dhros!
Nandelle: this is what you get when you join with fangirls to conquer Valinor!
Nandelle: INDEED I HAVE! *SWOONS*
Falathrim: Excellent...
Falathrim: ...just so long as M'eye-dhros is nowhere to be seen.
Nandelle: ><
Falathrim: YOU MAY BE FANGIRLS, BUT AT LEAST WE ARE UNITED AGAINST MANWE!
Nandelle: I HAVE FOUND NELYAFINWE MAITIMO RUSSANDOL! :P
Nandelle: YES!
Nandelle: UNITED!
Falathrim: ...have they managed to hit Manwe even once, yet?
Nandelle: NELYAFINWE MAITI..... *SWOONS*
Nandelle: ERM... WHAT? OH, OH... NO. NOT YET.
Nandelle: MAITIMO AND GLORY ARE... DISTRACTED. :S
Falathrim: O.o
Glorfirith: *finishes tying shoe*
Nandelle: AND... FINGOLFIN IS HUGGING INGWE STILL.
Glorfirith: OMG!
Falathrim: You guys suck at this fighting thing.
Nandelle: SO WE DO
Glorfirith: *unties shoe... pulls it off... throws it at Manwe*
Nandelle: HMMM.
Nandelle: THAT COULD WORK
Falathrim: I SMELL A HIT!
Falathrim: VICTORY!
Nandelle: *UNTIES SHOE*
Falathrim: *copies Alison*
Nandelle: *THROWS AT MANWE*
Glorfirith: *pulls off other shoe*
Nandelle: *HITS FINGOLFIN*
Glorfirith: *throws it at manwe*
Falathrim: *can't see, though, so his shoe hits Glory*
Falathrim: Sorry!
Glorfirith: *runs over to Glorfindel and sticks a bandaid on him* ALL IS WELL!
Nandelle: FINGOLFIN IS PUSHED AWAY FROM INGWE AND LANDS ON MANWE...
Nandelle: THAT SOUNDS REALLY WRONG...
Glorfirith: XD
Nandelle: FINGOLFIN STILL THINKS THAT MANWE IS MELKOR
Nandelle: AND IS TRYING TO STAB HIM
Nandelle: FINALLY
Glorfirith: this is good!
Falathrim: YES!
Falathrim: YES YES YES!
Glorfirith: especially now that I'm out of shoes
Falathrim: I smell that Alison is talking, but I can't hear her!
Nandelle: HMMM. FINGOLFIN DOESN'T QUITE KNOW HOW TO USE THE SWORD. :S
Falathrim: Amazing how developed your sense of smell is when it's all you have!
Nandelle: oh, oh... Maedhros, I haven't forgotten about you, don't worry... :D
Nandelle: hmmm.
Nandelle: I'VE FINALLY SENT MAEDHROS TO HELP.
Nandelle: FINGOLFIN... THINKS HE WANTS TO STEAL HIS CROWN. :S
Nandelle: STUPID NOLDO.
Nandelle: THEY'RE FIGHTING!
Nandelle: :S
Glorfirith: uh oh
Nandelle: WAIT! WAIT!
Falathrim: Oh, for the love of...
Falathrim: ...if I could feel, I'd go over there and b***h-slap the two!
Nandelle: INGWE, BEING THE PERFECTLY BORING LAPDOG THAT HE IS, HAS GOTTEN IN THE WAY!
Nandelle: AHHH! INGWE IS DEAD!
Falathrim: EXCELLENT!
Falathrim: VICTORY!
Falathrim: VICTORY!
Nandelle: THERE'S STILL MANWE.
Falathrim: Yeah, well...
Nandelle: HE'S GRIEVING OVER HIS DOG.
Nandelle: HMMMM.
Falathrim: ...can Manwe do anything?
Nandelle: COULD INGWE?
Falathrim: I suppose not.
Nandelle: HMMM. AAHHHHH! NO! NÁMO MANDOS HAS ARRIVED!
Falathrim: It says a lot, of the great Noldorin heroes, that Ingwe lived this long...
Nandelle: HEH.
Falathrim: Well, s**t.
Nandelle: INDEED.
Falathrim: I bet he's still pissed over us burning his Halls, isn't he?
Glorfirith: MANDOS?
Nandelle: HE SAYS, "BLAHDEDEBLAHBLAHBLAH...BLAHDEDA!!!!"
Nandelle: YEAH, IT SEEMS THAT WAY.
Glorfirith: *runs and grabs Erestor to distract Mandos*
Falathrim: So... he's pissed?
Nandelle: YEAH.
Falathrim: YES!
Falathrim: An excellent plan, Alison!
Nandelle: RUN!
Nandelle: HURRY!
Falathrim: There is a reason you are the Majestic!
Nandelle: OH, ERU! IT'S ULMO THIS TIME!
Nandelle: :S
Glorfirith: AH HA *waves Erestor in front of Mandos*
Nandelle: WAIT, NO... HE'S ON OUR SIDE!
Falathrim: Oh, that's no big deal.
Falathrim: Ulmo is on our side.
Nandelle: HE ALWAYS WAS THE REBELLIOUS ONE
Falathrim: PRAISE BE TO ULMO!
Nandelle: HMMM. NEVER KNEW HE WAS *THIS* REBELLIOUS, THOUGH
Glorfirith: YAY ULMO! *throws water shaped confetti*
Nandelle: ULMO IS FIGHTING MANWE!
Falathrim: I smell HAWT NAMO ON ERESTOR ACTION!
Nandelle: NICE!
Falathrim: Your plan worked, Alison!
Glorfirith: *shudders*
Glorfirith: I KNOW... I'M JUST THAT GREAT
Falathrim: I kind of wish it hadn't, BUT IT WORKED!
Nandelle: SINCE MANWE APPEARS TO HAVE NO POWER WHATSOEVER, DESPITE BEING THE GREATEST NEXT TO MELKOR, ULMO HAS PWNED HIM!
Nandelle: IT WORKED!
Falathrim: EXCELLENT!
Nandelle: IT WORKED!
Glorfirith: YAY!
Nandelle: YAY!
Falathrim: Now, finish him off with the Toad Sword!
Nandelle: WE WIN!
Nandelle: HMMM.
Falathrim: Hmmm?
Nandelle: DAMN YOU, FINGOLFIN!
Nandelle: PICK UP THE DAMN SWORD AND STAB HIM!
Falathrim: Oh, for the love of...
Nandelle: FINGOLFIN IS LOOKING NERVOUS
Nandelle: WAIT... MAEDHROS HAS NO PROBLEM WHATSOEVER WITH STABBING PEOPLE!
Falathrim: YES!
Nandelle: THERE WE GO! ^_^
Falathrim: Get May-dhros in there!
Nandelle: IT'S DONE!
Nandelle: YAY!
Glorfirith: YAY!
Falathrim: YAY!
Nandelle: CAN YOU SMELL ANYTHING?
Falathrim: YES!
Nandelle: YAY!
Falathrim: In fact, I can't hear anything.
Nandelle: DAMN
Nandelle: then, no need for capslocks.
Glorfirith: no more shouting
Falathrim: I have developed my sense of smell so that I can 'smell' the way your lips and tongue move.
Glorfirith: well now
Nandelle: Now... to figure out if, despite everything, the Numenoreans were right.
Falathrim: Hence, I can comprehend your every word.
Glorfirith: that's creative *gives you a cookie*
Nandelle: very nice.
Falathrim: *devours*
Nandelle: and don't *think* we can wrest immortality from them for you...
Falathrim: ...I couldn't taste a thing of it. :(
Nandelle: but... it's all up to Eru.
Eru FALAMICHAEL
Falathrim: Gasp!
Eru THOU HAST DONE ME A GREAT SERVICE
Falathrim: ...I did?
Falathrim: YAY!
Eru YES, THOU DIDST.
Falathrim: I love it when I didst something right.
Eru THOU HAST DEFEATED MY SERVANT, WHO BECAME TOO PERFECTLY BORING TO BE BORNE.
Eru AND FOR THAT, I SHALL REWARD THEE WITH THE CHOICE GIVEN TO THE FOREFATHERS OF YOUR KINGS.
Falathrim: YAY!
Falathrim: Choice? Sweet.
Eru WILT THOU HAVE THE IMMORTALITY OF THE ELDAR?
Falathrim: Hmmm...
Falathrim: ...decisions, decisions...
Eru OR WILT THOU GO BLIND, NUMB, AND DEAF... AND ACCEPT MY GLORIOUS GIFT?
Falathrim: Well, GEE, when you put it THAT way...
Falathrim: Can I ask ONE question before I choose?
Eru THOU CANST.
Falathrim: YAY!
Falathrim: Okay... here goes...
Falathrim: ...what are you gonna do with all the Elves, when you break Arda, and thus severing them from that which keeps them alive? I imagine that will be painful for them, what with them no longer existing. At all.
Falathrim: *blinks*
Eru HMMM.
Eru ACTUALLY, I DON'T THINK THAT FAR AHEAD.
Falathrim: Ah hah! I KNEW IT!
Falathrim: Oh well.
Eru NOW, MAKE YOUR CHOICE.
Eru *THY CHOICE
Falathrim: I've done a LOT for you...
Falathrim: ...I say I should be able to accept your GLORIOUS GIFT, but ALSO get my senses back.
Eru I DON'T HAVE ALL DAY. I'M A BUSY OMNIPOTENT CREATURE WHO BY VERY NATURE SHOULD NOT BE BUSY.
Falathrim: Then I can go do stuff.
Falathrim: And have fun with my life.
Falathrim: Cuz that would be fun.
Eru INDEED.
Falathrim: And I could conquer stuff, and rule the world...
Falathrim: ...and it would be in your name...
Falathrim: ...and everyone would be happy...
Eru THOU ART MORE INTERESTING THAN THAT BORE MANWE.
Falathrim: ...and the Vanyar would be sent into exile, and it woudl be GLORIOUS.
Eru WHAT WAS A SMOKING WHEN I THOUGHT OF HIM?
Eru *I
Falathrim: *shrugs*
Eru TWOULD BE VERY GLORIOUS.
Falathrim: GLORIOUS indeed.
Falathrim: Well, okies.
Falathrim: I choose the Gift, with all those AWESOME added bonuses!
Eru AND... SINCE YOU ARE ASKING NICELY, AND NOT JUST DOING, AS THAT MORON MELKOR... AND SINCE YOU ARE DOING, UNLIKE THAT BORE MANWE..
Eru I SHALL GRANT THEE THE GIFT!
Falathrim: YAY!
Eru AND THE ADDED BONUSES!
Falathrim: YAY!
Eru THOU NEEDST NOT LAY DOWN THY LIFE UNTIL IT DAMN WELL PLEASES THEE!
Falathrim: YAY!
Eru NOW. OFF TO DEAL WITH MANWE...
Falathrim: I'm gonna live UNTIL I'M A THOUSAND THOUSAND MILLION YEARS OLD!
Falathrim: And THEN I get to skip all that OH NOES ARDA IS FALLING APART spiel!
Falathrim: *prances off*
Nandelle: lucky :P
Falathrim: Indeed.
Falathrim: Now, let's go conquer us some third-world nations...
Nandelle: he didn't grant ME any wishes.
Nandelle: Yay!
Falathrim: That's because you're imperfectly boring.
Nandelle: true, so true.
Falathrim: Look on the bright side...
Nandelle: though... I now wish it was unboringly perfect...
Falathrim: ...had you been PERFECTLY boring, I would have been forced to exile you to the WORST PLACE ON EARTH.
Nandelle: oh, dear, yes.
Nandelle: my poor kin!
Falathrim: ...The Bible Belt!
Nandelle: NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Falathrim: I must admit, as perfectly boring as they were, I do feel SOME remorse for them.
Nandelle: good, good. ^_^
Falathrim: ...where did Alison and Glory go?
Glorfirith: *comes back* So what'd I miss while I was helping Glorfindel sharpen his sword?
Nandelle: the bible belt
Nandelle: heheh GAWWWK!
Falathrim: Geez, leave them alone to talk with Eru for a MINUTE, and theey run off to appease their sexual desires.
Nandelle: indeed.
Glorfirith: We really were sharpening his sword...
Nandelle: and here with Maedhros nowhere to be found.
Glorfirith: you people have such dirty minds...
Nandelle: again. ><
Nandelle: heh.
Falathrim: Now, of course, there is this one final question:
Nandelle: but... we shall have dirty minds until Falamichael decides he'd rather enjoy the Gift of Men.
Falathrim: Who do I appoint as Governor of Aman?
Falathrim: ...oh, good lord.
Nandelle: MEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Falathrim: Aman must go.
Nandelle: perfect. :S
Falathrim: It is no longer the Kingdom of Manwe.
Falathrim: Hmmm.
Falathrim: New name, it needs.
Nandelle: hmmmm.
Nandelle: indeed.
Nandelle: BLAHBLAH.
Falathrim: A BEAUTIFUL NAME!
Falathrim: Staice, I appoint you Governor of BLAHBLAH.
Nandelle: yay!
Falathrim: Alison?
Glorfirith: yello?
Nandelle: keeper of Glorfindel. ^_^
Falathrim: You are the Secretary of Sexual Affairs.
Nandelle: hahahaha
Falathrim: Soon enough, it shall be an important role in BLAHBLAH.
Nandelle: I bet.
Falathrim: The Noldor I reward with all the lands of BLAHBLAH.
Glorfirith: ugh
Nandelle: what about the Teleri?
Glorfirith: always the secretary
Nandelle: they just get to stare at the sea. ^_^
Glorfirith: I don't want to be a stupid secretary
Falathrim: The Teleri, having not aided me in our rebellion, shall be exiled to a small land in the Far North of BLAHBLAH.
Falathrim: You don't?
Nandelle: will there be an ocean there?
Falathrim: One square mile of ocean, yes.
Falathrim: Alison, you, not liking my title for thee, am hereby appointed to be governor of the Ekkaia, and keeper of the Door of Night.
Nandelle: well, if they can handle Tol Eressëa, it should be okay.
Nandelle: niiiice.
Glorfirith: well that sounds cool!
Falathrim: Yes.
Glorfirith: That I can do!
Nandelle: YAY!
Falathrim: Ulmo shall aid you in your governance of the Outer Seas, but shall ever be your servant.
Falathrim: This he does willingly, for he was greatly impressed by your glorious handling of my healing.
Nandelle: who is my servant? ^_^
Falathrim: Ummm.
Glorfirith: woah...
Nandelle: scrolling...
Glorfirith: very cool
Falathrim: Any Vala you can get to do your bidding.
Nandelle: bring me back...
{Stacey} Úmen caritas ~ Je ne l'ai pas fait! has left the conversation.
Falathrim: Yep.
{Stacey} Úmen caritas ~ Je ne l'ai pas fait! has been added to the conversation.
Falathrim: As I was saying...
Nandelle: yes?
Falathrim: Stacie your first task is to take a census of all Ainur.
Nandelle: !!!!!
Nandelle: but... but...
Falathrim: Those who pledge allegiance to our new world order shall be your servants.
Nandelle: yay!
Falathrim: Those who denounce our name must be cast from into the Void out of the Door of Night; and in this you shall aid Alison and Ulmo.
Nandelle: YAY!
Falathrim: As for me...
Nandelle: this will take some time... :S
Falathrim: ...I must get to work on raising Numenore from the Sea.
Falathrim: It will be a GLORIOUS land when I finally get it back up.
Nandelle: can you raise Beleriand too? ^_^
Falathrim: Hmmm.
Falathrim: That will come after Armenelos is rebuilt, yes.
Nandelle: oakies.
Falathrim: It is but a pity we could not throw Manwe down BEFORE his dreaded Daylight Savings Time came into effect.
Nandelle: true. very true.
Nandelle: tis now past 5! O.O
Nandelle: here
Falathrim: O.o
Falathrim: 4:17...
Falathrim: ...bah.
Nandelle: indeed.
Glorfirith: . . . -__-
Falathrim: -_- indeed.
Nandelle: I am not getting up until.... about 4am.
Glorfirith: *kicks the clock*
Nandelle: *pm
Falathrim: My roommate will probably be back before I'm awake...
Nandelle: stupid clock.
Nandelle: hah.
Falathrim: We REALLY need to get rid of DST.
Nandelle: my roommie's asleep.
Nandelle: yeah
Glorfirith: I wonder how far off my stereo clock is now...
Nandelle: heh.
Glorfirith: it says it's 2:15 pm XD
Nandelle: hmmm. I *really* need to sleep now. O.o
Nandelle: wow
Glorfirith: It's a bit off
Falathrim: *sigh*
Glorfirith: BUT!
Nandelle: how... does that happen?
Glorfirith: My vcr clock is no longer an hour ahead!
Falathrim: Well, we hath conquered the Lords of the West.
Nandelle: YAY!
Falathrim: We should sleep, now.
Nandelle: yes.
Falathrim: REJOICE!
Glorfirith: A good days work
Nandelle: *rejoicing*
Falathrim: For our actions have redeemed the validity of the VCR!
Glorfirith: YAY!
Nandelle: yay!
Falathrim: YAY!
Nandelle: YAY!
Glorfirith: YAY!
Falathrim: YAY!
Nandelle: YAY!
Glorfirith: YAY!
Falathrim: YAY!
Nandelle: YAY!
Glorfirith: YAY!
Falathrim: YAY!
Nandelle: YAY!
Glorfirith: YAY!
Falathrim: YAY!
Nandelle: YAY!
Glorfirith: YAY!
Falathrim: YAY!
Nandelle: YAY!
Falathrim: YAY!
Glorfirith: -__-
Nandelle: YAY!
Falathrim: Okay.
Nandelle: hmmm.
Glorfirith: um...
Glorfirith: that was odd
Nandelle: you know it's really late when... :S
Falathrim: Yes...
Glorfirith: *nods*
Falathrim: You knows it's late when you go to overthrow the Lord of the West.
Nandelle: yay!
Falathrim: And that was a few HOURS ago.
Nandelle: indeed
Nandelle: hahahaha
Glorfirith: that's true... but it was fun
Glorfirith: and we did succeed
Nandelle: yes, well.
Falathrim: Even for a Manwe/Ingwe lover such as yourself? ;)
Nandelle: you spent the whole time fondling Glorfindel.
Glorfirith: not everyone can say they succeeded in that
Falathrim: XP
Glorfirith: hmmm
Glorfirith: Yeah... I guess I didn't do much
Falathrim: Oh, you did plenty!
Nandelle: I only spent about 5 minutes with Maedhros. ^_^
Nandelle: hehehehe
Nandelle: M'eye-dhros
Falathrim: Without your BANDAIDS, your Glorious Leader would have surely perished!
Nandelle: :'(
Falathrim: May-dhros.
Nandelle: M'eye-dhros
Falathrim: As Lord of the West, my first action is to alter Quneya so that ae sounds like ay.
Falathrim: Quenya
Nandelle: that's okay. there is no "ae" in Quenya. ^_^
Falathrim: Shaddup.
Glorfirith: Don't kill my Sindarin!
Falathrim: FINE.
Nandelle: and a brilliant Lord of the West thou shalt be.
Falathrim: Everything is like it was.
Nandelle: nooOOO!!!!!!!!!!!
Falathrim: Except it's May-dhros.
Nandelle: Manwe will come back!
Nandelle: and Ingwe!
Falathrim: OH, HEAVENS NO.
Falathrim: I didn't mean it like THAT.
Falathrim: I meant LANGUAGE is like it was.
Nandelle: but... you are Lord of the West....
Falathrim: Except for May-dhros.
Nandelle: be careful. >.<
Nandelle: Maitimo. ^_^
Nandelle: Meh, that's a good compromise.
Nandelle: hehehe. gotta love that name.
Nandelle: if you're me
Falathrim: Technically, I'm Lord of the Between East and West.
Nandelle: niiiiice.
Falathrim: My throne is on Numenore!
Nandelle: I'm just the Governor of BLAHBLAH.
Falathrim: Yep.
Falathrim: But in your following are all the Loyal Ainur.
Nandelle: but my Elves are all here, so... ^_^
Nandelle: yay!
Falathrim: ...just as soon as that census is done.
Glorfirith: I have a kick a** title but I've already forgotten it
Nandelle: riiiiiight.
Nandelle: Governor of Ekkaia and something of the Door of Night.
Falathrim: Governor of the Ekkaia and Keeper of the Door of Night.
Nandelle: w00t to me!
Glorfirith: Awesome title!
Falathrim: And Ulmo is your vassal!
Falathrim: I mean, I'd take Ulmo over Everyone Else any day. :P
Nandelle: but... if he is a loyal Ainu, he is also my vasal. ^_^
Falathrim: Oh, no.
Falathrim: He doesn't count.
Nandelle: *vassal
Nandelle: but... but!
Falathrim: Nor does Osse, Uinen, or Salmar.
Nandelle: I want Salmar, at least!
Falathrim: They are in Lady Alison and Lord Glorfindel's following.
Falathrim: *shrugs*
Nandelle: NOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Falathrim: Maybe Lady Alison is willing to trade?
Nandelle: Salmar makes nice instruments. ^_^
Falathrim: Talk to the Lady Alison!
Nandelle: Lady Alison!
Glorfirith: yello?
Nandelle: would you be willing to trade?
Glorfirith: trade what?
Nandelle: five random Ainu for Ossë, Uinen, or Salmar. Or Ulmo, of course.
Glorfirith: my Ulmo!
Nandelle: Osse, Uinen, or Salmar?
Glorfirith: you can trade me something for one of them
Nandelle: five Ainur for Osse?
Falathrim: OH.
Falathrim: Melian and Olorin are MINE.
Nandelle: hmmm. It's .... grrr.
Falathrim: They don't count either. :P
Nandelle: Mandos and nienna are mine!
Nandelle: yay!
Falathrim: Namo?
Nandelle: wait...
Nandelle: Mandos...
Falathrim: He is no Faithful.
Nandelle: no, I don't thin kso.
Nandelle: yeah.
Nandelle: T_T
Falathrim: I have already cast him through the Door of Night.
Glorfirith: I want Mandos!
Nandelle: well... no!
Glorfirith: He's fine as long as Erestor's not around
Falathrim: Well...
Falathrim: ...hmmm.
Nandelle: heh.
Nandelle: that story sounds... interesting. :S
Falathrim: Keep Namo tied up, and I'll go get him back.
Nandelle: okay.
Nandelle: yay!
Falathrim: Which of you two gets him...
Nandelle: ME!
Falathrim: ...that's for you to fight out. :P
Nandelle: ME!
Nandelle: MINE.
Glorfirith: Not if you want one of my servants
Nandelle: GRRRR.
Nandelle: HMMM.
Nandelle: I'LL TAKE THE VALA.
Nandelle: MINE.
Falathrim: Now remember. KEEP HIM LEASHED AT ALL TIMES.
Nandelle: okay. ^_^
Falathrim: Oh, and before we forget...
Nandelle: oh, Eru, it's late... :S
Falathrim: *kicks Eonwe out*
Falathrim: *kicks Varda out*]
Nandelle: yay!!!!!
Nandelle: oh!
Falathrim: Varda goes just because I DON'T LIKE HER, AND I DON'T CARE IF YOU ARE FAITHFUL.
Nandelle: another Ainu I like!
Nandelle: Arien.
Falathrim: *sigh*
Falathrim: Arien?
Falathrim: She's faithful enough.
Nandelle: yes, well... yes.
Nandelle: poor Arien. T_T
Falathrim: But she must continue to steer the Sun!
Falathrim: . . .
Falathrim: Okay... I DON'T want to sleep all of tomorrow away.
Falathrim: I really need to get to bed.
Nandelle: (going back to top five favourite Ainur)
Nandelle: yes
Nandelle: me too
Falathrim: yes.
Falathrim: Bed.
Nandelle: good night
Falathrim: With any luck, I'll be awake before the cafeteria closes for the night...
Nandelle: heh
Nandelle: maybe
Falathrim: G'night, all!
Nandelle: night!
Glorfirith: Common sense, please send me to bed!
Nandelle: night, Alison!
Falathrim: GO TO BED!
Glorfirith: thankies
Nandelle: your common sense is already dead!
Glorfirith: Night night guys!
Nandelle: night!
Glorfirith Annun · Mon Apr 04, 2005 @ 06:41am · 4 Comments |
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