My Dearest Kendrah,
I’m so glad you enjoyed the party and do hope you can return for the New Year festivities. There is quite a bit planned...dedication of the war memorial to honor our Glorious Dead, the official unveiling of Gimli’s new gate, the ribbon cutting on the recently renovated White Tower Archives, various diplomatic dinners and, of course, the dusk to dawn New Year’s party complete with Lament Singing competitions and drinking games.
Legolas has been no trouble at all. He and Gimli have been going on and on about stonework and gardens again so I asked them to draw up some plans incorporating both elements...as part of my Greening of Minis Tirith Initiative. Aragorn and Legolas have taken a large party out hunting for a few days so they are out of my hair for a while.
It’s unfortunate you are still having problems with Billingdalt. Perhaps the Rangers Aragorn sent to talk with him didn’t feel quite foul enough. Please let us know if more effective threats are needed. As for your workers, perhaps Gimli can have a chat with them. They all seem to like him...even if he is a dwarf.
I envy you your relatively peaceful settlement at the moment. Much to my dismay, Gladders decided she wanted to stay in the city and not go hunting with the rest of the gang. Imagine my horror! Every afternoon all the noble females sit around on the balcony doing needlework and being terrified of Her! Gimli didn’t help matters. He stayed home from the hunt to swoon at her feet and keeps writing badly rhymed poetry about her hair! One poor Rohirrim woman fled in tears because her hair, though a lovely wheaten blonde, wasn’t golden enough. If only they could have seen the Lady of the Golden Wood sneaking out to the privy late one night, bunny slippers poking their noses out from her silken robe and her flawless face covered in greenish cold cream. We nodded politely as we passed in the hall, but she knows I know she’s not all that pretty at 4 am!
To make matters worse, she has started dropping not so subtle hints that Aragorn and I need to stop living together like mere Men and get married...and the sooner the better. Then she had the nerve to mention I was gaining weight...asked if I had “an heir in the oven.” When I told her no, I was stress eating (and please, does she have any idea how difficult it is to manage a REAL life and maintain a fantasy world day in and day out? Look how much weight PJ put on working on the movies!), she smiled sadly and said not everyone can have an Elvish metabolism and patted me on the head. Maybe we should move up the wedding...surely she wouldn’t pat a QUEEN on the head! Okay, maybe she would...
Well, Imrahil’s sister is hosting a tea party and I must attend. Take care! I hope to see you soon!
Your Affectionate Friend,
Corwynne
Wednesday, March 16, 2005
Saturday, March 12, 2005
Safe and Sound
My dearest Corwynne,
I just wanted to drop you a line to let you know that I have arrived safely back in the settlement. I so enjoyed the King's Royal Birthday Bash and I hope to be able to travel back to the White City for the New Year Celebration. I do wish I could have stayed for the entire event but when the cat's away, as they say in the real world.
The reason for my hasty departure was more in the Billingdalt saga. It seems that he keeps himself abreast of our comings and goings enough to return when he knows Leggs and I are away. He was trying to convince the worker population of the settlement that they should form unions. My unexpected return took him quite by surprise and he admitted that he had just watched Norma Rae when it arrived from Netflix. He has yet again promised to stay away from the settlement, but who knows. I may be forced to write to you only after an event instead of discussing it ahead of time.
I hope that Leggs has not been any trouble for you. If he seems bored just ask him to explore the city and report back on where and what type of gardens he feels it needs. I am sure he will spend many days on the report and then you can just hid it away with the other ancient and long winded papers in the Gondorian library system. He'll never know.
Any way I must be going....the workers need to be comforted, Billingdalt frightens them now.
Your affectionate Friend,
Kendrah
I just wanted to drop you a line to let you know that I have arrived safely back in the settlement. I so enjoyed the King's Royal Birthday Bash and I hope to be able to travel back to the White City for the New Year Celebration. I do wish I could have stayed for the entire event but when the cat's away, as they say in the real world.
The reason for my hasty departure was more in the Billingdalt saga. It seems that he keeps himself abreast of our comings and goings enough to return when he knows Leggs and I are away. He was trying to convince the worker population of the settlement that they should form unions. My unexpected return took him quite by surprise and he admitted that he had just watched Norma Rae when it arrived from Netflix. He has yet again promised to stay away from the settlement, but who knows. I may be forced to write to you only after an event instead of discussing it ahead of time.
I hope that Leggs has not been any trouble for you. If he seems bored just ask him to explore the city and report back on where and what type of gardens he feels it needs. I am sure he will spend many days on the report and then you can just hid it away with the other ancient and long winded papers in the Gondorian library system. He'll never know.
Any way I must be going....the workers need to be comforted, Billingdalt frightens them now.
Your affectionate Friend,
Kendrah
Tuesday, March 01, 2005
Birthday Bash Updates
My Dearest Kendrah,
I too remember the days of Little Miss Cranky Pants and None of Her Friends. Those were good times...
I've been swamped this week putting the finishing touches on Aragorn's Birthday Bash. March is a busy month for Gondor, King's birthday on the 1st, New Year's on the 25th. We're trying to establish an official holiday season beginning with the Royal Birthday Celebration and ending on New Year's Day.
Faramir has been a huge help with arranging all the events. I don't know what I would have done without him. I think we are ready to go...
Thranduil has sent several casks of wine from the Dale that we will be serving at the formal birthday dinner tonight. He won't be attending himself. I think he's still a bit miffed at Leggs. (BTW, Aragorn is still ticked off at the Settlement Elders so I had to bump them down on precedence. You and Leggs will be the only Settlements reps at the High Table...make sure he wears something nice...maybe that light blue/silver number from the coronation) Orlie is busy shooting something somewhere so he is unable to attend (which is a load off my mind really). Pippin has been pressed into active duty for the duration of the festivities. (He's so cute in that uniform!) He and Merry arrived a few days ago after a brief visit to Eomer. I think Merry is trying to open pipeweed trade negotiations with the Rohirrim. Eomer will be at the party too...Imrahil is still trying to set him up with his sister...I think Eomer is falling for it.
Bilbo and Frodo are making the trip in as well, traveling with Elrond and the Rivendell crew. It seems both Bilbo and Viggo have written ballads in honor of Elessar being king and all, and plan to read then to the court after dinner. Not to be outdone, the Bard Laureate of Gondor has also prepared some pieces in honor of the king. Frankly, an evening of poetry reading isn't my idea of a swinging birthday party, but Aragorn likes that sort of thing.
Gladders and Celeborn arrived this morning and they've been very pleasant. They must have resolved their latest tiff. I just wish she'd stop wandering great hall, looking ethereal and messing with the flower arrangements!
All right, I need to go meet some ambassadors, get my jewelry out of the museum and make sure Aragorn has clean tunic. I'll see you and Leggs at dinner in a few hours!
Your Affectionate Friend,
Corwynne
I too remember the days of Little Miss Cranky Pants and None of Her Friends. Those were good times...
I've been swamped this week putting the finishing touches on Aragorn's Birthday Bash. March is a busy month for Gondor, King's birthday on the 1st, New Year's on the 25th. We're trying to establish an official holiday season beginning with the Royal Birthday Celebration and ending on New Year's Day.
Faramir has been a huge help with arranging all the events. I don't know what I would have done without him. I think we are ready to go...
Thranduil has sent several casks of wine from the Dale that we will be serving at the formal birthday dinner tonight. He won't be attending himself. I think he's still a bit miffed at Leggs. (BTW, Aragorn is still ticked off at the Settlement Elders so I had to bump them down on precedence. You and Leggs will be the only Settlements reps at the High Table...make sure he wears something nice...maybe that light blue/silver number from the coronation) Orlie is busy shooting something somewhere so he is unable to attend (which is a load off my mind really). Pippin has been pressed into active duty for the duration of the festivities. (He's so cute in that uniform!) He and Merry arrived a few days ago after a brief visit to Eomer. I think Merry is trying to open pipeweed trade negotiations with the Rohirrim. Eomer will be at the party too...Imrahil is still trying to set him up with his sister...I think Eomer is falling for it.
Bilbo and Frodo are making the trip in as well, traveling with Elrond and the Rivendell crew. It seems both Bilbo and Viggo have written ballads in honor of Elessar being king and all, and plan to read then to the court after dinner. Not to be outdone, the Bard Laureate of Gondor has also prepared some pieces in honor of the king. Frankly, an evening of poetry reading isn't my idea of a swinging birthday party, but Aragorn likes that sort of thing.
Gladders and Celeborn arrived this morning and they've been very pleasant. They must have resolved their latest tiff. I just wish she'd stop wandering great hall, looking ethereal and messing with the flower arrangements!
All right, I need to go meet some ambassadors, get my jewelry out of the museum and make sure Aragorn has clean tunic. I'll see you and Leggs at dinner in a few hours!
Your Affectionate Friend,
Corwynne
Sunday, February 27, 2005
The Good Old Days
My Dearest Corwynne,
All of the recent troubles in the settlement and the White City have gotten me thinking about the time before this, dare I say, obsession over took us. Remember our first fantasy world? I miss Little Miss Cranky Pants and her Bitter bus. I still thinking this is defintitely a marketable doll idea, but maybe it's just me. After all I did have a set of dolls that were farm animals dressed up like hookers in the old west, so maybe I am not the best judge.
Anyway I just wanted to take a moment and remember.
I will Write went there is any news about the Flagstaff boy and the troubles he has brought upon us.
Your affectionate friend,
Kendrah
All of the recent troubles in the settlement and the White City have gotten me thinking about the time before this, dare I say, obsession over took us. Remember our first fantasy world? I miss Little Miss Cranky Pants and her Bitter bus. I still thinking this is defintitely a marketable doll idea, but maybe it's just me. After all I did have a set of dolls that were farm animals dressed up like hookers in the old west, so maybe I am not the best judge.
Anyway I just wanted to take a moment and remember.
I will Write went there is any news about the Flagstaff boy and the troubles he has brought upon us.
Your affectionate friend,
Kendrah
Friday, February 25, 2005
Disturbing Development
My Dearest Kendrah,
I must say I was terribly disturbed by your last post, and Aragorn is furious!
When he first read your letter he paced around shouting stuff about "Servant of the Shadow" and "Sounds like something Dolores Umbridge would invent" and "This is the kind of thing that made me want to butcher those singing pigs!" When he tired of that, he slumped enigmatically in the corner, smoking his pipe and muttering in in that quiet but deadly way of his "You have drawn far too much attention to yourself, Mr. Dalton!"
I tried to explain to him that human male teenagers were often troublemakers and he probably didn't mean any harm and maybe it was a cry for help. I was then treated to Mr. Serious's account of how he spent his teenage years. Unfortunately for Mr. Dalton, Aragorn decided the boy should be taught a lesson and sent a few bored ex-Rangers to have a "chat" with him. I can't wait to see the headlines on that!
Aragorn also plans to visit the settlement and have a "chat" of his own with the Elders. He is quite an advocate of free speech (which seems a bit strange coming from a Divine Right Monarch, but he's a bit of a rebel).
He is also reconsidering Sam's suggestion that we institute some sort of Gondorian National ID card. In a kingdom where the majority of the populace is illiterate, I don't see that will do much good. I imagine he'll calm down eventually. But I see that my idea of a census is more imperative than ever. Perhaps we will need to issue some sort of Visitor's Visa for those wishing to spend more than a few hours in our fantasy world.(That Artemis Fowl book is giving all sorts of ideas!) Honestly! If you want to cause trouble start your own fantasy!
Sadly, I must be off. We have three shows still to come today and I promised Aragorn I'd have dinner with him. I'll talk to you soon!
Your Affectionate Friend,
Corwynne
I must say I was terribly disturbed by your last post, and Aragorn is furious!
When he first read your letter he paced around shouting stuff about "Servant of the Shadow" and "Sounds like something Dolores Umbridge would invent" and "This is the kind of thing that made me want to butcher those singing pigs!" When he tired of that, he slumped enigmatically in the corner, smoking his pipe and muttering in in that quiet but deadly way of his "You have drawn far too much attention to yourself, Mr. Dalton!"
I tried to explain to him that human male teenagers were often troublemakers and he probably didn't mean any harm and maybe it was a cry for help. I was then treated to Mr. Serious's account of how he spent his teenage years. Unfortunately for Mr. Dalton, Aragorn decided the boy should be taught a lesson and sent a few bored ex-Rangers to have a "chat" with him. I can't wait to see the headlines on that!
Aragorn also plans to visit the settlement and have a "chat" of his own with the Elders. He is quite an advocate of free speech (which seems a bit strange coming from a Divine Right Monarch, but he's a bit of a rebel).
He is also reconsidering Sam's suggestion that we institute some sort of Gondorian National ID card. In a kingdom where the majority of the populace is illiterate, I don't see that will do much good. I imagine he'll calm down eventually. But I see that my idea of a census is more imperative than ever. Perhaps we will need to issue some sort of Visitor's Visa for those wishing to spend more than a few hours in our fantasy world.(That Artemis Fowl book is giving all sorts of ideas!) Honestly! If you want to cause trouble start your own fantasy!
Sadly, I must be off. We have three shows still to come today and I promised Aragorn I'd have dinner with him. I'll talk to you soon!
Your Affectionate Friend,
Corwynne
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