Thanks! (And thanks lmp & Aylwen...)
Tuesday, July 25, 2006
Some not-so-random thoughts on Elessar, Arwen,
Mandos, and Mellondu. I shall spew my thoughts in case the team feels they are adoptable/ adaptable. Please do not feel constrained thereby.
Were I Aragorn, once I had interviewed Erebemlin, Taitheneb, and maybe Tharonwe (or maybe not, as he has a cagey air) I would be more than a little desirous to speak with Amroth-- if indeed it be he. Imagine my delight in learning that Amroth (if indeed it be he) is dwelling in one of my subjects. Heh. I summon the lad to my Impressive Court.
What follows is not quite proper Sindarin-- I leave that up to the team. (And I wanted to watch lmp squirm.)
Strider: Mellondu, my lad, I'd really like to talk to Amroth, you know.
Mellondu: I'm not exactly comfortable with that.
Strider: I am your king, after all. And-- Arwen would like to meet him too.
Mellondu: Well, if you put it like that. Do I really have to?
Strider: Come on. For your country, and such. Please?
Mellondu: Okay. Even though I think he's a cad because of the way he treated my sister.
Strider: Yes, yes. Ready?
Mellondu: I suppose.
Mandos: Slap.
Arwen:
Strider: Eh?
Arwen: Maybe this isn't our best idea.
Strider: Why...?
Arwen: Lo, I fear we do trespass upon doomed ground, and stuff like that.
Strider: Try again.
Mandos: Slap.
Arwen:
I'm out of here. Seriously, honey, this is a bad plan.
Strider: (in Sindarin of course) Well, rats darn, phooey and drat.
Mellondu:
Another headache. Ouch.
Strider: So do we believe him or not?
Arwen: I'd really rather not go there.
Strider: And I thought this was going to be good stuff.
Arwen: I think we should leave well enough alone.
Strider: Doggone it! No quests, no armies pouring forth from the gates? Back to the administrative grind?
Arwen: Mmm-hmm.
Strider: Feh.