My Dearest Corwynne,
I am relieved to see from his last entries that the King sees the errors of his ways and aims to rectify the situation. I was concerned for you and the White City to have such a husband and King, but I see now that my fears were, well not unfounded, but unnecessary and I am glad for it.
On a lighter note, I am still shocked at how much he did at Pennsic. I never even managed to get my tent properly organized. If Leggs had ever come out the tree I could have had him do it. He is a whiz at organization. Oh well, maybe next year.
He has, however, been very helpful with the rearranging of the new furniture. It is almost like he is trying to make up for Pennsic and the Council of Trees. But I have not mentioned my complaints about either event. One would think that he was reading my letter to you. But we know of his fear of the palantir box, so I know that cannot be it. Elvish intuition, I guess.
Your affectionate friend,
Kendrah
Wednesday, August 31, 2005
Moving on
My Dearest Kendrah,
Thank you for your kind words of support. It think it is quite obvious that both Aragorn and I made some very poor choices on Thursday. I can only blame the giddiness of the Pennsic, the over-indulgence in alcohol and the lack of self control that follows in their wake.
Have no fear, his behavior (and mine for that matter) has been exemplary since that day. Perhaps we just needed to get one last fling out of our systems. I think we both have taken responsibility for our actions and are able to move on, having learned valuable lessons along the way.
For now, I will simply post the last two entries of his diary.
I hope to see you soon!
Your Affectionate Friend,
Corwynne
Dear Diary
Friday
I am completely horrified by my behavior yesterday! What was I thinking! I have to find some way to explain this all to C. What will she think of me? Will she ever forgive me? I must do the honorable thing and confess my betrayal. She, Kathryn and Arwen (the kid, not the crazy Elf-chick who keeps stalking me) are just getting back from shopping. I’ll have to face the music. I’ll see if C. will have lunch with me.
Friday
Later
That went better than I expected. C. agreed to meet me for lunch and we wandered up to the food court. I bought some stir fry and diet Pepsi and we found a mostly empty picnic in the shade. I told her we had to talk. I could tell she was expecting a lord Geoffie-like confrontation about HER behavior on Thursday. But really...what could I say after all I had done. Anyway...I confessed...not details...that would have been too much to bear, but I told her enough. I also apologized...over and over and over. Fortunately for me, she actually pays attention to Gandalf when he’s rambling about fate and justice and she forgave me! The dear girl even tried to blame herself for not being “present” for me when I needed her! I knew it! She’s a keeper!!! She did gently suggest that we move to the part of our fantasy world where Boromir is still dead. I couldn’t agree more. We also agreed that we should just put Thursday behind us. What happens at Pennsic, stays at Pennsic. Whew! What a relief.
On the way back to camp we bought root beer floats. They are quite good. Got to camp, took a nap (she even let me sleep in her pavilion!), and then drank some beer. I even help her fry left-over pierogies...I figure I owe her at least that. Spent a lovely quiet evening sitting by the fire with K. I smoked my pipe a bit...we drank more beer.
Dear Diary
Saturday
Today was not a good day! I got up at dawn to check on Leggs and his latest leaf study. Apparently, when C. awoke at 8:30, Elder informed her that they were leaving today! This came as quite a shock as we had all planned to stay until Sunday. When I got back from the woods, C. was in a tizzy trying to get everything packed. Needless to say, Maggie and Amron were quite upset, as was K. I mean, how would you feel if your vacation was cut short a day! Honestly, I think it was completely discourteous, especially after all she’d been through the past few days! I just don’t think he appreciates her full worth! She even cried a bit! I hate it when she cries, even when it isn’t my fault. I wanted to kick his ass, but she talked me out of it. No sense causing a scene, she says. I’ve told her I want her to be done with the whole situation and I’m pretty sure she agrees. I will talk to K. about making some sort of kitchen arrangement between the two of them for next year. I’m sure we can work something out. I felt so bad when we got back to her apartment I even helped her carry things into the house and down to the basement. I hung out there for the rest of the day so she wouldn’t have to be alone. We drank some beer and watched Henry VIII. Pretty armor!
And so, Dear Diary, here ends the record of my Pennsic adventure. I would have chosen a happier one but I suppose we must do what we can with the time we are given.
Thank you for your kind words of support. It think it is quite obvious that both Aragorn and I made some very poor choices on Thursday. I can only blame the giddiness of the Pennsic, the over-indulgence in alcohol and the lack of self control that follows in their wake.
Have no fear, his behavior (and mine for that matter) has been exemplary since that day. Perhaps we just needed to get one last fling out of our systems. I think we both have taken responsibility for our actions and are able to move on, having learned valuable lessons along the way.
For now, I will simply post the last two entries of his diary.
I hope to see you soon!
Your Affectionate Friend,
Corwynne
Dear Diary
Friday
I am completely horrified by my behavior yesterday! What was I thinking! I have to find some way to explain this all to C. What will she think of me? Will she ever forgive me? I must do the honorable thing and confess my betrayal. She, Kathryn and Arwen (the kid, not the crazy Elf-chick who keeps stalking me) are just getting back from shopping. I’ll have to face the music. I’ll see if C. will have lunch with me.
Friday
Later
That went better than I expected. C. agreed to meet me for lunch and we wandered up to the food court. I bought some stir fry and diet Pepsi and we found a mostly empty picnic in the shade. I told her we had to talk. I could tell she was expecting a lord Geoffie-like confrontation about HER behavior on Thursday. But really...what could I say after all I had done. Anyway...I confessed...not details...that would have been too much to bear, but I told her enough. I also apologized...over and over and over. Fortunately for me, she actually pays attention to Gandalf when he’s rambling about fate and justice and she forgave me! The dear girl even tried to blame herself for not being “present” for me when I needed her! I knew it! She’s a keeper!!! She did gently suggest that we move to the part of our fantasy world where Boromir is still dead. I couldn’t agree more. We also agreed that we should just put Thursday behind us. What happens at Pennsic, stays at Pennsic. Whew! What a relief.
On the way back to camp we bought root beer floats. They are quite good. Got to camp, took a nap (she even let me sleep in her pavilion!), and then drank some beer. I even help her fry left-over pierogies...I figure I owe her at least that. Spent a lovely quiet evening sitting by the fire with K. I smoked my pipe a bit...we drank more beer.
Dear Diary
Saturday
Today was not a good day! I got up at dawn to check on Leggs and his latest leaf study. Apparently, when C. awoke at 8:30, Elder informed her that they were leaving today! This came as quite a shock as we had all planned to stay until Sunday. When I got back from the woods, C. was in a tizzy trying to get everything packed. Needless to say, Maggie and Amron were quite upset, as was K. I mean, how would you feel if your vacation was cut short a day! Honestly, I think it was completely discourteous, especially after all she’d been through the past few days! I just don’t think he appreciates her full worth! She even cried a bit! I hate it when she cries, even when it isn’t my fault. I wanted to kick his ass, but she talked me out of it. No sense causing a scene, she says. I’ve told her I want her to be done with the whole situation and I’m pretty sure she agrees. I will talk to K. about making some sort of kitchen arrangement between the two of them for next year. I’m sure we can work something out. I felt so bad when we got back to her apartment I even helped her carry things into the house and down to the basement. I hung out there for the rest of the day so she wouldn’t have to be alone. We drank some beer and watched Henry VIII. Pretty armor!
And so, Dear Diary, here ends the record of my Pennsic adventure. I would have chosen a happier one but I suppose we must do what we can with the time we are given.
Tuesday, August 30, 2005
At a Loss
My Dearest Corwynne,
I am at a loss for words. I am shocked at his behavior and that you are trying to take the blame for it. I hope that his further diary entries explain himself better and that his behavior towards you since warrant your forgiveness......This is all so shocking.
I am sure you know what you are doing. I cant wait to see what surprises are in store in the next installment of the diary of the King.
Your affectionate friend,
Kendrah
I am at a loss for words. I am shocked at his behavior and that you are trying to take the blame for it. I hope that his further diary entries explain himself better and that his behavior towards you since warrant your forgiveness......This is all so shocking.
I am sure you know what you are doing. I cant wait to see what surprises are in store in the next installment of the diary of the King.
Your affectionate friend,
Kendrah
Thursday
My Dearest Kendrah,
Congratualtions on the new couch! I wish I could be there, but I alas, have other duties.
I continued my perusal of Aragorn's Diary and allI can say is I am shocked. I blame myself completely! Obviously he was deeply in need of comfort and companinship on Thursday and I simply not present for him. I regret that I was unable to assist him in his time of need and that I did not tidy up after him when he left his things lying uner the pavilion. A little tidiness may have saved a great eal of woe. I can only be grateful that he was not injured and that he has worked out for himself proper conclusion to his sordid affairs. I send this to you in strictest confidence and I warn you it is not pretty! Whatever you do, make sure your Sons and, frankly, anyone under 18 does not see this entry. It would be too shocking for them to bear.
I have not the heart to write more. Until later,
Your Affectionate Friend,
Corwynne
PS...I'm not certain that video clips, no matter how amusing, are appropriate for royal weddings. I will assume you were only joking, since you are indeed, the Funny One.
Dear Aragorn’s Diary
Thursday
So yes, maybe I’ve been drinking and you know how I get after a few mead horns, but by the Ancient paths of My Fathers, I can’t believe you haven’t written about me! About us! I hear that slut, you’re would-be queen; C., I despise you! I hear her say that you have told her it was all “Hail fellow, well met” camaraderie on the battlefield. And she laughs! Or giggles rather. Unless that boorish Lord Geoffie is molesting her, making mock of you! But that night was not the only time was it? Have you told her about our special study time together, where you read the ancient scrolls of kingship while I knelt before you? Yes, I knelt before you offering obeisance and honor while I tasted all your ancient manhood!
Enough! I fear I am making a fool of myself. Go on and assume your mantle of greatness. I know what will become of me, another of your callous, casual, discards. One of the “Little People” you will thank along the way. Tee, hee, indeed! You’re revolting! No, I’m sorry, my strong, hard lover. Forgive me. I am forever, ‘til the hail of orc-arrows washes the passion from tear-stained armor, yours. Boromir
Dear Diary
Thursday
I can only say that being killed AND being drunk has Boromir saying these things. Don’t feel that I should justify my acceptance of fealty in any way.C. drank a lot today, to say the least. And she sang a lot. Folks seemed to find it amusing for the most part.
Dear Diary
Thursday
I, Aragorn (not Boromir), do swear that I will never speak to C. again, I am moved beyond measure by Boromir’s words. C. is a cheap, drunk, trollop. Gods, I have been a fool.
--Aragorn, really!
Dear Diary
Thursday
Boromir is spreading rumors about me again! We certainly did NOT shower together, as the full moon was rising in the twilight sky, bathing his firm buttocks in gossamer moonlight. And I did NOT soap his manly chest with scented oils, trembling as my hands approached ever closer to his throne of manhood. I did NOT, must NOT think of sweaty Boromir. Oh my darling Corwynne, forgive me! A man has needs and the moon held sway over my senses. Curse that shower stall! Never again! Sob!
Dear Diary
Please, whatever you do, DO NOT mention this that pointy-eared, long-haired, beardless, arrow-waving Elf!
So I was at this orc bar last night when in walked... crawled... staggered this huge hunk of an Uruk. Maybe it was the cheap mead, maybe it was the swill, I just don’t know. Call me crazy, but something in his eyes caught my attention. C., you know I’m not attracted to his kind, you know of my feelings for you, but I just couldn’t help myself. Before I knew it we were doing shots of metheglin at the bar with a bartender who, let me tell you, sure knows how to pour! Then it was out the back door and off to his place. A few friends dropped by and before I could say “Holy Elbereth!” the birds were singing! I was mortified to say the least. When I finally came to my senses I crept out s quietly as I could and ran home. I feel cheapened. I feel tawdry. I feel...I feel MARVELOUS! Absolutely marvelous!
Dear Diary
Still Thursday
I arrived back at camp to find that I was, in fact, enjoying my first Walk of Shame. Luckily, Kendrah was the only one up and, hopefully, if she tells C., C. will think she is kidding since K. IS the funny one.
K. amused me greatly with the story of C.’s drunken sing, the “walk” to the porta-castle and putting her to bed. I wish I had seen it, but I’m sure, if I had been there, people would have expected me to assist her and I am sure I would have been laughing too hard.
Kendrah, you know diary, the funny one, told me all about the video she took and explained that we can project this on a large screen during our wedding ceremony. It will be a good way for the people of Gondor to get to know their new queen better. K. assures me that there is no need to mention this to C. ahead of time and we agreed it will make a nice surprise.
It will also help me deal with the guilt I feel about Boromir. I care deeply for both of them, but the choice is clear. Gondor is not ready for a King born of the Dunedain, to be shacked up with a man, and the rainbow flags of the gay pride parades would clash with the decor of the White City.
I have but one choice.
Congratualtions on the new couch! I wish I could be there, but I alas, have other duties.
I continued my perusal of Aragorn's Diary and allI can say is I am shocked. I blame myself completely! Obviously he was deeply in need of comfort and companinship on Thursday and I simply not present for him. I regret that I was unable to assist him in his time of need and that I did not tidy up after him when he left his things lying uner the pavilion. A little tidiness may have saved a great eal of woe. I can only be grateful that he was not injured and that he has worked out for himself proper conclusion to his sordid affairs. I send this to you in strictest confidence and I warn you it is not pretty! Whatever you do, make sure your Sons and, frankly, anyone under 18 does not see this entry. It would be too shocking for them to bear.
I have not the heart to write more. Until later,
Your Affectionate Friend,
Corwynne
PS...I'm not certain that video clips, no matter how amusing, are appropriate for royal weddings. I will assume you were only joking, since you are indeed, the Funny One.
Dear Aragorn’s Diary
Thursday
So yes, maybe I’ve been drinking and you know how I get after a few mead horns, but by the Ancient paths of My Fathers, I can’t believe you haven’t written about me! About us! I hear that slut, you’re would-be queen; C., I despise you! I hear her say that you have told her it was all “Hail fellow, well met” camaraderie on the battlefield. And she laughs! Or giggles rather. Unless that boorish Lord Geoffie is molesting her, making mock of you! But that night was not the only time was it? Have you told her about our special study time together, where you read the ancient scrolls of kingship while I knelt before you? Yes, I knelt before you offering obeisance and honor while I tasted all your ancient manhood!
Enough! I fear I am making a fool of myself. Go on and assume your mantle of greatness. I know what will become of me, another of your callous, casual, discards. One of the “Little People” you will thank along the way. Tee, hee, indeed! You’re revolting! No, I’m sorry, my strong, hard lover. Forgive me. I am forever, ‘til the hail of orc-arrows washes the passion from tear-stained armor, yours. Boromir
Dear Diary
Thursday
I can only say that being killed AND being drunk has Boromir saying these things. Don’t feel that I should justify my acceptance of fealty in any way.C. drank a lot today, to say the least. And she sang a lot. Folks seemed to find it amusing for the most part.
Dear Diary
Thursday
I, Aragorn (not Boromir), do swear that I will never speak to C. again, I am moved beyond measure by Boromir’s words. C. is a cheap, drunk, trollop. Gods, I have been a fool.
--Aragorn, really!
Dear Diary
Thursday
Boromir is spreading rumors about me again! We certainly did NOT shower together, as the full moon was rising in the twilight sky, bathing his firm buttocks in gossamer moonlight. And I did NOT soap his manly chest with scented oils, trembling as my hands approached ever closer to his throne of manhood. I did NOT, must NOT think of sweaty Boromir. Oh my darling Corwynne, forgive me! A man has needs and the moon held sway over my senses. Curse that shower stall! Never again! Sob!
Dear Diary
Please, whatever you do, DO NOT mention this that pointy-eared, long-haired, beardless, arrow-waving Elf!
So I was at this orc bar last night when in walked... crawled... staggered this huge hunk of an Uruk. Maybe it was the cheap mead, maybe it was the swill, I just don’t know. Call me crazy, but something in his eyes caught my attention. C., you know I’m not attracted to his kind, you know of my feelings for you, but I just couldn’t help myself. Before I knew it we were doing shots of metheglin at the bar with a bartender who, let me tell you, sure knows how to pour! Then it was out the back door and off to his place. A few friends dropped by and before I could say “Holy Elbereth!” the birds were singing! I was mortified to say the least. When I finally came to my senses I crept out s quietly as I could and ran home. I feel cheapened. I feel tawdry. I feel...I feel MARVELOUS! Absolutely marvelous!
Dear Diary
Still Thursday
I arrived back at camp to find that I was, in fact, enjoying my first Walk of Shame. Luckily, Kendrah was the only one up and, hopefully, if she tells C., C. will think she is kidding since K. IS the funny one.
K. amused me greatly with the story of C.’s drunken sing, the “walk” to the porta-castle and putting her to bed. I wish I had seen it, but I’m sure, if I had been there, people would have expected me to assist her and I am sure I would have been laughing too hard.
Kendrah, you know diary, the funny one, told me all about the video she took and explained that we can project this on a large screen during our wedding ceremony. It will be a good way for the people of Gondor to get to know their new queen better. K. assures me that there is no need to mention this to C. ahead of time and we agreed it will make a nice surprise.
It will also help me deal with the guilt I feel about Boromir. I care deeply for both of them, but the choice is clear. Gondor is not ready for a King born of the Dunedain, to be shacked up with a man, and the rainbow flags of the gay pride parades would clash with the decor of the White City.
I have but one choice.
Monday, August 29, 2005
Fullest use of Time
My Dearest Corwynne,
I have been enjoying the Kings diary entries very much. He seemed to accomplish so much. I do not think that I did that much in the entire two weeks. I look forward to his take on your activities on Thursday. I am sure he will have seen them in an interesting light.
Sorry to be so short but my new couch is arriving tomorrow which requires much cleaning of unidentifiable trash from the spot where the old one was. No, no, you may not help, this joy is all mine....It is my precious.
Your affectionate friend,
Kendrah
I have been enjoying the Kings diary entries very much. He seemed to accomplish so much. I do not think that I did that much in the entire two weeks. I look forward to his take on your activities on Thursday. I am sure he will have seen them in an interesting light.
Sorry to be so short but my new couch is arriving tomorrow which requires much cleaning of unidentifiable trash from the spot where the old one was. No, no, you may not help, this joy is all mine....It is my precious.
Your affectionate friend,
Kendrah
On and on and on...
My Dearest Kendrah,
It always amazes me how long it takes the Elves to reach a decision about anything. You'd think with thousands of years of life experience they would have seen it all before anyway! But I suppose immortality gives one a unique sense of time that we mere mortals cannot possibly comprehend. Sigh. Anyway, I'm sending along a few more entries from His majesty's diaries. Hope you find it more entertaining than Elven Councils. I'm expecting a flock of new students to come in for training today. I hate the first few weeks of school!
Your Affectionate Friend,
Corwynne
Dear Diary
Second Monday
Li Chang cooked breakfast for everyone this morning. Made to order crepes and omelets. V. tasty. Tried to get Legolas to come out of his tree and have a blackberry crepe but he too busy contemplating an oddly-coloured leaf.
C. and K. went shopping. C. bought a belt pouch and a new tea mug. We looked at some drinking horns. Found a few she liked. We plan to stop back and look at them again sometime. We might be able to find a nice one as a gift for Eomer. I think he’d like that. C. and Andrew plan to take a class on Old English poetry. Eomer would like that too. Right now we’re waiting for the previous class to let out. K. went back to camp. I had a good day on the field. Sucked up to some “king”. May go to his party later. Hope he has beer. PS. C. says the poetry was really cool. We all plan to write some.
Dear Diary
Second Tuesday
Today was Norse Day. Went with C. and Andrew to a Skaldic poetry class. Wow! Much more complicated than the Anglo-Saxon. Plan to go home and borrow C.’s copy of Snorri’s Edda. Hope my knowledge of Sindarin will allow me to puzzle out the Old Icelandic.
Also took a class on Judicial Systems of Saga Period Iceland. Am a bit appalled bt their lack of king, but I guess it worked out ok for them...
Decided to follow Torin and Li Chang into the Woods battle. A pole-arm is HELL in the spruce line! It was fun though. Killed lots of people. Came back to camp and drank beer.
Dear Diary
Second Wednesday
Found some more knights to fight with and went shopping. It was Feast Night and I knew C. would be frying pierogies all day. I try to avoid cooking unless it involves a deer on a spit. C. wore the dress she made for the Artisan’s Competition at Wellspring. It’s one of my favorites. She wears it to royal functions from time to time. C. didn’t go to the big Midnight Madness sale, but I went to look around. Saw some good performers. I don’t think I care for the fire eaters. I know there is trick involved, but it just doesn’t seem natural...and sometimes I still have Balrog flashbacks. Drank beer with Andrew to forget the trauma.
It always amazes me how long it takes the Elves to reach a decision about anything. You'd think with thousands of years of life experience they would have seen it all before anyway! But I suppose immortality gives one a unique sense of time that we mere mortals cannot possibly comprehend. Sigh. Anyway, I'm sending along a few more entries from His majesty's diaries. Hope you find it more entertaining than Elven Councils. I'm expecting a flock of new students to come in for training today. I hate the first few weeks of school!
Your Affectionate Friend,
Corwynne
Dear Diary
Second Monday
Li Chang cooked breakfast for everyone this morning. Made to order crepes and omelets. V. tasty. Tried to get Legolas to come out of his tree and have a blackberry crepe but he too busy contemplating an oddly-coloured leaf.
C. and K. went shopping. C. bought a belt pouch and a new tea mug. We looked at some drinking horns. Found a few she liked. We plan to stop back and look at them again sometime. We might be able to find a nice one as a gift for Eomer. I think he’d like that. C. and Andrew plan to take a class on Old English poetry. Eomer would like that too. Right now we’re waiting for the previous class to let out. K. went back to camp. I had a good day on the field. Sucked up to some “king”. May go to his party later. Hope he has beer. PS. C. says the poetry was really cool. We all plan to write some.
Dear Diary
Second Tuesday
Today was Norse Day. Went with C. and Andrew to a Skaldic poetry class. Wow! Much more complicated than the Anglo-Saxon. Plan to go home and borrow C.’s copy of Snorri’s Edda. Hope my knowledge of Sindarin will allow me to puzzle out the Old Icelandic.
Also took a class on Judicial Systems of Saga Period Iceland. Am a bit appalled bt their lack of king, but I guess it worked out ok for them...
Decided to follow Torin and Li Chang into the Woods battle. A pole-arm is HELL in the spruce line! It was fun though. Killed lots of people. Came back to camp and drank beer.
Dear Diary
Second Wednesday
Found some more knights to fight with and went shopping. It was Feast Night and I knew C. would be frying pierogies all day. I try to avoid cooking unless it involves a deer on a spit. C. wore the dress she made for the Artisan’s Competition at Wellspring. It’s one of my favorites. She wears it to royal functions from time to time. C. didn’t go to the big Midnight Madness sale, but I went to look around. Saw some good performers. I don’t think I care for the fire eaters. I know there is trick involved, but it just doesn’t seem natural...and sometimes I still have Balrog flashbacks. Drank beer with Andrew to forget the trauma.
Saturday, August 27, 2005
The Council of Trees
My Dearest Corwynne,
There is nothing quite like the excitement of a committee of elves gathered together in a circle, much like the Council of Elrond, to discuss a problem. Sixteen hours of laborious discussion of trees in the real world verus the trees of middle earth. Sixteen hours it took them to agree that the trees of middle earth are superior. Sixteen hours. Sixteen seconds would be all it would take for me to come to that conclusion and it would only take that long because I would have to wait for my turn to talk. And they say Ents are longwinded.
The brightest part of my day was reading of the King and his adventures at Pennsic. It really does sound like he enjoyed himself. It is good to see him having a good time with all the stress he must be under. I look forward to reading more. I will not, however, post any of Leggs journal writings.....sixteen hours of it was long enough for me and I would not subject any one else to even a second of it.
Your affectionate friend,
Kendrah
There is nothing quite like the excitement of a committee of elves gathered together in a circle, much like the Council of Elrond, to discuss a problem. Sixteen hours of laborious discussion of trees in the real world verus the trees of middle earth. Sixteen hours it took them to agree that the trees of middle earth are superior. Sixteen hours. Sixteen seconds would be all it would take for me to come to that conclusion and it would only take that long because I would have to wait for my turn to talk. And they say Ents are longwinded.
The brightest part of my day was reading of the King and his adventures at Pennsic. It really does sound like he enjoyed himself. It is good to see him having a good time with all the stress he must be under. I look forward to reading more. I will not, however, post any of Leggs journal writings.....sixteen hours of it was long enough for me and I would not subject any one else to even a second of it.
Your affectionate friend,
Kendrah
Friday, August 26, 2005
The Saga Continues
My Dearest Kendrah,
Leave it to Aragorn to record his experiences. It's that ingrained Gondorian love of history. I'm afraid our exploits will be sung, in epic manner, in Sindarin, before too long. I still long for my days of beer drinking and napping, but I am keeping busy now trying to get all my performances ready for internet sales. Keep me posted on the Elf visitation issue. I'm sending along a few more diary entries to amuse you.
Your Affectionate Friend,
Corwynne
Dear Diary
Wednesday
Had Amron spar a bit with me. He says I DO hit too hard. Practiced tapping him gently with pole-arm. Much better. Took Amron to authorization with me so he could glare at the Marshall. It worked. I passed! Huzzah! Amron and I drank lots of beer to celebrate. Took “nap” in woods. Guys camped behind us stepped on me. Plan to short-sheet their cots at dusk.
C. said I can sleep in her pavilion. Cam will let me store sexy leather coat in his tent. I’d better not catch him trying it on! It will be too long for him anyway. Bad night last night. Legolas kept waking me up to look at leaves. I thought he’d said “greaves” at first. That would have been cool! But no...it was “leaves”. Apparently he was tracking the changes of a particular birch leaf over the course of the night. Was not all that interesting to me, but he felt it would help reconnect me to my Elvish roots. Whatever! Wonder if C. will let me share that double high air mattress of hers...
Dear Diary
Thursday
It was hot again. We went shopping for a bit. Had to leave sexy leather coat in camp. C. was wearing a v. fetching little turban. We bought her hat. She wanted me to get one too, for shade, but heck, if I don’t wear a helm while battling the Forces of Evil, I’m not gonna wear a little straw hat! Faramir would laugh at me and it wouldn’t do much for my tough-guy persona. Geoff spent the evening in camp. Kept telling v. amusing stories. Finally everyone went to bed and he and C. had to “talk”. He kept saying he knew it couldn’t be between them. Damn straight! I almost had to start something, but he staggered away up the hill before it got too weird. Besides Legolas was keeping an eye on things from his perch in the tree on the road where he was mumbling something about effects of exhaust fumes. Going to try and sleep under the picnic table tonight. Hope it’s less damp. Wonder if Cam is trying on my coat?
Dear Diary
Friday
C. worked Troll for two hours in the afternoon. I found a few more knights to “play” with. Met C. for a class on Anglo-Saxon Food Preparation and Storage. Eowyn should have been there! Maybe C. and I will make her and Faramir an authentic Anglo-Saxon dinner some day. Of course, I’ll have to hunt and skin everything myself. C. hates that part. Sometimes she’s not v. helpful in the kitchen. Got really drunk on Siobhan’s Key Lime Martinis. Greatly appreciated Ri’s corset. Giggled more than is appropriate for a Man in my position. Passed out pretty early...something about jumping a moose...or something...
Dear Diary
Saturday
C. and K. went to Pgh. to do laundry. Woo-hoo! Bachelor Day Out! Unfortunately Faramir called (maybe that cell phone wasn’t such a good idea after all) and I had to pop back to Minis Tirith. Still having issues with customs. Apparently someone is smuggling barware into reality! I looked as innocent as possible. By the time I got back, C. and K. had returned. Fortunately they had unloaded all the heavy stuff before I got there. C. brought more beer, which was good because I drank her last bottle. Put more in the cooler while she and K. went to park the car. I’m so considerate sometimes! It was still hot. It tried to rain a bit, but didn’t succeed. Was a bit miffed that the girls didn’t bring me any left-over pizza. I hear it was the best pizza ever. Oh well. I’ll grab some up top. Drank more beer once C. got back from the parking lot. Gregor played the RotK soundtrack. That white gull song always makes me weepy.
Dear Diary
Sunday
C. and Melanie took me up to see the opening ceremonies. It was quite touching...reminded me of home with all the banners and music and heraldry and tales of noble deeds. I’m a sucker for that sort of thing. Had C. go over the process of becoming royalty. Not sure how I feel about that. On the one hand, it makes sense to have your strongest fighter in charge, but what if he’s not a good administrator? And without a long family tradition of opposing evil, how can you be sure the king isn’t in the service of the Enemy? OK, so the noble bloodline thing didn’t work out so well for Numenor, I admit the system is flawed, but these people get a new king every year! How can you maintain any sort of consistency? I plan to look into this further...and consider entering a Crown Tourney.
It finally rained. Unfortunately it was during dinner and the pavilion was a bit leaky. C. and her people cooked. Cam was wearing a raincoat v. reminiscent of my sexy leather coat. Considered kicking his ass, but decided to let it go. It’s kinda cute when real people dress up like Dunadain and pretend to be Rangers. Even Viggo had some trouble pulling it off at times, and he had me there to coach him! I paid a visit to Legolas in his new tree after dinner to get out of doing dishes. I took him some leftovers and beer.
Leave it to Aragorn to record his experiences. It's that ingrained Gondorian love of history. I'm afraid our exploits will be sung, in epic manner, in Sindarin, before too long. I still long for my days of beer drinking and napping, but I am keeping busy now trying to get all my performances ready for internet sales. Keep me posted on the Elf visitation issue. I'm sending along a few more diary entries to amuse you.
Your Affectionate Friend,
Corwynne
Dear Diary
Wednesday
Had Amron spar a bit with me. He says I DO hit too hard. Practiced tapping him gently with pole-arm. Much better. Took Amron to authorization with me so he could glare at the Marshall. It worked. I passed! Huzzah! Amron and I drank lots of beer to celebrate. Took “nap” in woods. Guys camped behind us stepped on me. Plan to short-sheet their cots at dusk.
C. said I can sleep in her pavilion. Cam will let me store sexy leather coat in his tent. I’d better not catch him trying it on! It will be too long for him anyway. Bad night last night. Legolas kept waking me up to look at leaves. I thought he’d said “greaves” at first. That would have been cool! But no...it was “leaves”. Apparently he was tracking the changes of a particular birch leaf over the course of the night. Was not all that interesting to me, but he felt it would help reconnect me to my Elvish roots. Whatever! Wonder if C. will let me share that double high air mattress of hers...
Dear Diary
Thursday
It was hot again. We went shopping for a bit. Had to leave sexy leather coat in camp. C. was wearing a v. fetching little turban. We bought her hat. She wanted me to get one too, for shade, but heck, if I don’t wear a helm while battling the Forces of Evil, I’m not gonna wear a little straw hat! Faramir would laugh at me and it wouldn’t do much for my tough-guy persona. Geoff spent the evening in camp. Kept telling v. amusing stories. Finally everyone went to bed and he and C. had to “talk”. He kept saying he knew it couldn’t be between them. Damn straight! I almost had to start something, but he staggered away up the hill before it got too weird. Besides Legolas was keeping an eye on things from his perch in the tree on the road where he was mumbling something about effects of exhaust fumes. Going to try and sleep under the picnic table tonight. Hope it’s less damp. Wonder if Cam is trying on my coat?
Dear Diary
Friday
C. worked Troll for two hours in the afternoon. I found a few more knights to “play” with. Met C. for a class on Anglo-Saxon Food Preparation and Storage. Eowyn should have been there! Maybe C. and I will make her and Faramir an authentic Anglo-Saxon dinner some day. Of course, I’ll have to hunt and skin everything myself. C. hates that part. Sometimes she’s not v. helpful in the kitchen. Got really drunk on Siobhan’s Key Lime Martinis. Greatly appreciated Ri’s corset. Giggled more than is appropriate for a Man in my position. Passed out pretty early...something about jumping a moose...or something...
Dear Diary
Saturday
C. and K. went to Pgh. to do laundry. Woo-hoo! Bachelor Day Out! Unfortunately Faramir called (maybe that cell phone wasn’t such a good idea after all) and I had to pop back to Minis Tirith. Still having issues with customs. Apparently someone is smuggling barware into reality! I looked as innocent as possible. By the time I got back, C. and K. had returned. Fortunately they had unloaded all the heavy stuff before I got there. C. brought more beer, which was good because I drank her last bottle. Put more in the cooler while she and K. went to park the car. I’m so considerate sometimes! It was still hot. It tried to rain a bit, but didn’t succeed. Was a bit miffed that the girls didn’t bring me any left-over pizza. I hear it was the best pizza ever. Oh well. I’ll grab some up top. Drank more beer once C. got back from the parking lot. Gregor played the RotK soundtrack. That white gull song always makes me weepy.
Dear Diary
Sunday
C. and Melanie took me up to see the opening ceremonies. It was quite touching...reminded me of home with all the banners and music and heraldry and tales of noble deeds. I’m a sucker for that sort of thing. Had C. go over the process of becoming royalty. Not sure how I feel about that. On the one hand, it makes sense to have your strongest fighter in charge, but what if he’s not a good administrator? And without a long family tradition of opposing evil, how can you be sure the king isn’t in the service of the Enemy? OK, so the noble bloodline thing didn’t work out so well for Numenor, I admit the system is flawed, but these people get a new king every year! How can you maintain any sort of consistency? I plan to look into this further...and consider entering a Crown Tourney.
It finally rained. Unfortunately it was during dinner and the pavilion was a bit leaky. C. and her people cooked. Cam was wearing a raincoat v. reminiscent of my sexy leather coat. Considered kicking his ass, but decided to let it go. It’s kinda cute when real people dress up like Dunadain and pretend to be Rangers. Even Viggo had some trouble pulling it off at times, and he had me there to coach him! I paid a visit to Legolas in his new tree after dinner to get out of doing dishes. I took him some leftovers and beer.
What fun!
My Dearest Corwynne,
It is so nice to see the King kept a diary of his Pennsic experience. So often first times do not bother with a journal and when they get home they can not remember what happened....mostly due to the drunken haze which can sometime last for weeks afterwards.
Speaking of drunken haze....how are you fairing with you withdrawl from alcohol?
All is quiet in the settlement. The elves are busy studying and debating the pollution study. Let us hope that Leggs is successful at keeping them at home.
Looking forward to reading more of the diary.
Your affectionate friend,
Kendrah
It is so nice to see the King kept a diary of his Pennsic experience. So often first times do not bother with a journal and when they get home they can not remember what happened....mostly due to the drunken haze which can sometime last for weeks afterwards.
Speaking of drunken haze....how are you fairing with you withdrawl from alcohol?
All is quiet in the settlement. The elves are busy studying and debating the pollution study. Let us hope that Leggs is successful at keeping them at home.
Looking forward to reading more of the diary.
Your affectionate friend,
Kendrah
Thursday, August 25, 2005
Look What I Found!
My Dearest Kendrah,
I wondered why Leggs was so difficult to track down! At least we know he dedicated his vacation to a good cause.
BTW...Look what I found while searching Aragorn’s rucksack for dirty clothes! I probably shouldn’t even be reading this, let alone sending it to you, but if a Man leaves his Pennsic diary just laying around while his beloved is doing all his laundry...
Dear Diary,
Saturday, Land Grab
Watched C. put up tents. Didn’t help. Knew she would get hot and change into that sleazy booby shirt. As Geoff would say “God Damn!” Also, did not want it to look too easy for her to put up tents. Was more fun watching her, Simon and Catherine do it. Drank beer. That’s why there was none in her cooler when she went looking for it. Tee hee! Slept under picnic table (like Geoff does) and re-lived good old Ranger days. Drank more beer.
Dear Diary
Sunday
It was hot. Had to remove sexy leather coat. Mended spare shirt that Eomer lent me. Had C. explain meaning of “Bard Simpson”. Ha, ha! Must sneak more Simpsons series disks onto her Netflix queue. Drank some beer. Gave Kate her shot glasses. I had to smuggle them past customs. Hope C. and Faramir get those trade agreements worked out. Kings shouldn’t smuggle. No activity on battlefield. Bummer! Considering entering Historic Combat series events. Could be interesting...
Dear Diary
Monday
It’s still hot. We all sat under the pavilion and didn’t move. C. made lots of coffee until we all switched to beer. The girls kept picking on Amron for wearing his old green shirt with all the rips in it. They should knock it off. Old fighting shirts are like old friends! C. keeps trying to throw away my old Fellowship shirt, but I won’t let her. Maybe I’ll donate it to a museum one day. We’ll see...
I found some knights to fight with. That was fun. Glad I had fake ID made so I could get my authorizations. Had to lie about my age. Did not get pole-arm authorization :-( Will try again tomorrow.
Dear Diary
Tuesday
C. got up early and made coffee again. I might ask her if I can sleep in her tent. The dew was so heavy this morning there were puddles on all the furniture and it was dripping off the pavilion like rain! I tried for my pole-arm authorization again but to no avail. The Marshall said I hit too hard and made a snide remark about my style being old-fashioned!. Will try tomorrow one more time. Will look for a different Marshal. The girls played Yahtzee for quite some time this afternoon. K. kept winning. Well, C., you know what they say...unlucky at cards, lucky in love. Wink, wink! Maybe I will get C. a beer to show my affection...
I must be off for now. There is certainly more of dear king’s diary to come.
Your Affectionate Friend,
Corwynne
I wondered why Leggs was so difficult to track down! At least we know he dedicated his vacation to a good cause.
BTW...Look what I found while searching Aragorn’s rucksack for dirty clothes! I probably shouldn’t even be reading this, let alone sending it to you, but if a Man leaves his Pennsic diary just laying around while his beloved is doing all his laundry...
Dear Diary,
Saturday, Land Grab
Watched C. put up tents. Didn’t help. Knew she would get hot and change into that sleazy booby shirt. As Geoff would say “God Damn!” Also, did not want it to look too easy for her to put up tents. Was more fun watching her, Simon and Catherine do it. Drank beer. That’s why there was none in her cooler when she went looking for it. Tee hee! Slept under picnic table (like Geoff does) and re-lived good old Ranger days. Drank more beer.
Dear Diary
Sunday
It was hot. Had to remove sexy leather coat. Mended spare shirt that Eomer lent me. Had C. explain meaning of “Bard Simpson”. Ha, ha! Must sneak more Simpsons series disks onto her Netflix queue. Drank some beer. Gave Kate her shot glasses. I had to smuggle them past customs. Hope C. and Faramir get those trade agreements worked out. Kings shouldn’t smuggle. No activity on battlefield. Bummer! Considering entering Historic Combat series events. Could be interesting...
Dear Diary
Monday
It’s still hot. We all sat under the pavilion and didn’t move. C. made lots of coffee until we all switched to beer. The girls kept picking on Amron for wearing his old green shirt with all the rips in it. They should knock it off. Old fighting shirts are like old friends! C. keeps trying to throw away my old Fellowship shirt, but I won’t let her. Maybe I’ll donate it to a museum one day. We’ll see...
I found some knights to fight with. That was fun. Glad I had fake ID made so I could get my authorizations. Had to lie about my age. Did not get pole-arm authorization :-( Will try again tomorrow.
Dear Diary
Tuesday
C. got up early and made coffee again. I might ask her if I can sleep in her tent. The dew was so heavy this morning there were puddles on all the furniture and it was dripping off the pavilion like rain! I tried for my pole-arm authorization again but to no avail. The Marshall said I hit too hard and made a snide remark about my style being old-fashioned!. Will try tomorrow one more time. Will look for a different Marshal. The girls played Yahtzee for quite some time this afternoon. K. kept winning. Well, C., you know what they say...unlucky at cards, lucky in love. Wink, wink! Maybe I will get C. a beer to show my affection...
I must be off for now. There is certainly more of dear king’s diary to come.
Your Affectionate Friend,
Corwynne
Wednesday, August 24, 2005
The Pennsic Research Project
My Dearest Corwynne,
I am glad to hear the you have returned safely. I was surprised to discover that our vacation was not a vacation, but a research project. It seems that the elves in the settlement have been discussing visiting reality and Leggs decided that this needed to be stopped. I was curious as to why he was so quick to agree to coming along.
It turns out that he used the trip to study the effects of the modern day pollutants on the object that has the most importance to the elves....the trees. I knew that he was studying them but I had no idea that this was a project for the settlement. Don't get me wrong, anything that will stop the elves from popping in and out is a good thing, but I could have arranged the study so that he didn't have spend our entire vacation on it.
So now, much like the king, Leggs is not helping with the fallout from the trip. He is busy compiling the reports for the elves. Hopefully it will convince them.
Hope you laundry is coming along.
Your affectionate friend,
Kendrah
I am glad to hear the you have returned safely. I was surprised to discover that our vacation was not a vacation, but a research project. It seems that the elves in the settlement have been discussing visiting reality and Leggs decided that this needed to be stopped. I was curious as to why he was so quick to agree to coming along.
It turns out that he used the trip to study the effects of the modern day pollutants on the object that has the most importance to the elves....the trees. I knew that he was studying them but I had no idea that this was a project for the settlement. Don't get me wrong, anything that will stop the elves from popping in and out is a good thing, but I could have arranged the study so that he didn't have spend our entire vacation on it.
So now, much like the king, Leggs is not helping with the fallout from the trip. He is busy compiling the reports for the elves. Hopefully it will convince them.
Hope you laundry is coming along.
Your affectionate friend,
Kendrah
Tuesday, August 23, 2005
Well, We're back.
My Dearest Kendrah,
Just a quick note to let you know that Aragorn and I arrived safely home from our journey to Pennsic. It was lovely seeing you there, but I still wish Leggs had been able to spend a bit more time wih us.
I've been in the throes of post-Pennsic cleanup..laundry, dishes, cleaning coolers. Aragorn left all his stuff at my place so looks like I'll be washing his smallclothes and mending his shirts again! The least he could do is sort colours from whites! I find it interesting that Gondor is always facing some crisis that calls hime away when there is work to do around the house!
I do plan to write more soon. I'm back at work today trying to fix everything that went wrong while I was gone and wondering why I'm still sober when it's already after 4 pm!
Hope your post Pennsic clean-up is on track!
Your Affectionate Friend,
Corwynne
Just a quick note to let you know that Aragorn and I arrived safely home from our journey to Pennsic. It was lovely seeing you there, but I still wish Leggs had been able to spend a bit more time wih us.
I've been in the throes of post-Pennsic cleanup..laundry, dishes, cleaning coolers. Aragorn left all his stuff at my place so looks like I'll be washing his smallclothes and mending his shirts again! The least he could do is sort colours from whites! I find it interesting that Gondor is always facing some crisis that calls hime away when there is work to do around the house!
I do plan to write more soon. I'm back at work today trying to fix everything that went wrong while I was gone and wondering why I'm still sober when it's already after 4 pm!
Hope your post Pennsic clean-up is on track!
Your Affectionate Friend,
Corwynne
Friday, August 05, 2005
Works of Fiction
My Dearest Corwynne,
Thank you so much for coming to the party. It is so nice to have some one who knows that when you invite them to a party they know that when they accept they are also agreeing to help clean before hand.I think it went very well and Brennan was thrilled with all of it.
I am in awe of the fact that the King is reading the Harry Potter books. It must be because I can not let Leggs near anything like that. I am sure that he would not be able to grasp the idea of fiction, which is strange since he is a work of fiction himself. I am certain he would be immediatley searching for the forbidden forest on the middle earth maps so that he could go and fight the servent of Sauron called Lord Voldemort. The very idea of two Dark Lords int the world would probably make his head explode. He would also be trying to visit the Ministry of Magic to get himself appointed as body guard to Harry, since he did help protect the ringbearer after all. It would be a mess.
There is not much to report around here. Life has been dull since you departed and completely consumed with Pennsic packing. I am sure we will have much to write about when we return for I am sure our boys will be busy in our absence. See you soon.
Your affectionate friend,
Kendrah
Thank you so much for coming to the party. It is so nice to have some one who knows that when you invite them to a party they know that when they accept they are also agreeing to help clean before hand.I think it went very well and Brennan was thrilled with all of it.
I am in awe of the fact that the King is reading the Harry Potter books. It must be because I can not let Leggs near anything like that. I am sure that he would not be able to grasp the idea of fiction, which is strange since he is a work of fiction himself. I am certain he would be immediatley searching for the forbidden forest on the middle earth maps so that he could go and fight the servent of Sauron called Lord Voldemort. The very idea of two Dark Lords int the world would probably make his head explode. He would also be trying to visit the Ministry of Magic to get himself appointed as body guard to Harry, since he did help protect the ringbearer after all. It would be a mess.
There is not much to report around here. Life has been dull since you departed and completely consumed with Pennsic packing. I am sure we will have much to write about when we return for I am sure our boys will be busy in our absence. See you soon.
Your affectionate friend,
Kendrah
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