My Dearest Kendrah,
First off, I am NOT pregnant. Do you hear that Gladdders?! Not pregnant! Aragorn needs an heir, I need a ring on my finger, that's the way that goes. Maybe you should start harrassing HIM about a princeling, Little Miss Queen of the Golden Wood!
Whew! Sorry about that. Looks like I just unrepressed a bit of here-to-fore repressed anger!
Anyway, the blessed event to which I refer is the reconciliation between PJ and New Line that will allow the Hobbit movie to happen! I meant write sooner, but the paparazzi have begun pursuing us with renewed vigor, this time looking for our reactions to the news. Even poor Eowyn got swarmed by the pap menace. (fortunately we were able to settle the assault charges out of court. Never sneak up on a Shield Maiden of Rohan!) The King, Faramir and I have been busy dealing with the legalities of thing. Mayor Sam will of course need to be involved, especially if they want to do any on location filming. And the Dwarves! I shudder think what those contract negotiations will entail!
Rumor has it Orlando may be approached for a cameo, so Leggs should be prepared with a statement, just in case. Gandalf is fussing that he wants Sir Ian back and is threatening to withold permission to use his name and image if McKellan does not reprise his role. I hate it when wizards fuss...it's the "quick to anger" bit that always makes me tense when meddling in Maiar affairs. The King is quite pleased with the decision to make the film, and likes to think his intervention had something to do with it. He plans to pop over for a visit with PJ and New Line to aid in the selection of a director (whether they want his input or not!)
Otherwise, all is well. Yule (here and in the White City) and Christmas have all gone off with out a hitch. The king and I are looking forward to your upcoming visit with great anticipation.
I hope all is well with you and that the Sons received all they wanted from Santa, or Father Christmas, or Yule father or whatever we're calling him these days.
See you soon.
Your Affectionate friend,
Corwynne
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Decorating and Babies
My Dearest Corwynne,
It seems that, I too, have been remiss in my correspondence. I have nothing like you excuses. Simple laziness is all I have to blame it on.
I am glad to hear that your time with the Elves was restful (mostly) and overjoyed that it has not yet become permanent. I am sorry that you had such trouble with the press. I saw some of their renderings and I do not think they did you justice. Of course, the one of Gladders leaving the restroom in the middle of the night is priceless. We framed our copy and it is above the mantle in our settlement house.
Speaking of the settlement, it has been a very long time since I updated you on the construction around here. The home that Leggs and I share is complete. We even added a room for the sons in case they ever manage the intricacies of reality jumping. It is quite cozy and I enjoy my time there very much. The settlement as a whole is also pretty much complete. I say pretty much because it was finished until Leggs jumped back to the settlement after watching HGTV at my house.
So now it is the decoration phase of the construction. And I have to say it is getting a bit strange. The current plan for our meeting hall is to make it look like an opium den. Words cannot express my disappointment at this. Oh well, elves will be elves and you know how they love the drama.
Leggs and I greatly enjoyed you Samhain party. It was so nice to see everyone again. I thought it was very amusing that people have thought that I could see the King in this reality. When Rhyannon arrived and asked if he was there and I had to ask you, she seemed to be even more confused by this than most people are about the whole reality jumping thing in the first place. Either way it was nice to have her there, except....well, Leggs is completely in love with her daughter, the benevolent dictator. He wants us to have a baby. Luckily, when I expressed consern that while pregnant the baby would only be with me in one reality or the other and how we did not know what effect this might have on a fetus he agreed that it probably isn't a good idea.
I kept having flashes of a womb hanging in mid air with a baby inside...just floating around the settlement. Highly amusing and very unsettling at the same time!
I believe that is all I have to report. Things are quite uneventful around here and in the settlement. I hope that with your shows driving you crazy that things in the White City are peaceful.
Your affectionate friend,
Kendrah
It seems that, I too, have been remiss in my correspondence. I have nothing like you excuses. Simple laziness is all I have to blame it on.
I am glad to hear that your time with the Elves was restful (mostly) and overjoyed that it has not yet become permanent. I am sorry that you had such trouble with the press. I saw some of their renderings and I do not think they did you justice. Of course, the one of Gladders leaving the restroom in the middle of the night is priceless. We framed our copy and it is above the mantle in our settlement house.
Speaking of the settlement, it has been a very long time since I updated you on the construction around here. The home that Leggs and I share is complete. We even added a room for the sons in case they ever manage the intricacies of reality jumping. It is quite cozy and I enjoy my time there very much. The settlement as a whole is also pretty much complete. I say pretty much because it was finished until Leggs jumped back to the settlement after watching HGTV at my house.
So now it is the decoration phase of the construction. And I have to say it is getting a bit strange. The current plan for our meeting hall is to make it look like an opium den. Words cannot express my disappointment at this. Oh well, elves will be elves and you know how they love the drama.
Leggs and I greatly enjoyed you Samhain party. It was so nice to see everyone again. I thought it was very amusing that people have thought that I could see the King in this reality. When Rhyannon arrived and asked if he was there and I had to ask you, she seemed to be even more confused by this than most people are about the whole reality jumping thing in the first place. Either way it was nice to have her there, except....well, Leggs is completely in love with her daughter, the benevolent dictator. He wants us to have a baby. Luckily, when I expressed consern that while pregnant the baby would only be with me in one reality or the other and how we did not know what effect this might have on a fetus he agreed that it probably isn't a good idea.
I kept having flashes of a womb hanging in mid air with a baby inside...just floating around the settlement. Highly amusing and very unsettling at the same time!
I believe that is all I have to report. Things are quite uneventful around here and in the settlement. I hope that with your shows driving you crazy that things in the White City are peaceful.
Your affectionate friend,
Kendrah
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Spin City
My Dearest Kendrah,
Pleas forgive my lack of correspondence. Faramir and I have had our hands full dealing with the media fall-out from Elf-Fest and I've barely had time to focus on Reality at all in the past few weeks. (Which is a HUGE pain because I had to host the Samhain party, have a show opening at work and have to go to North Carolina to visit my brother for Thanksgiving!)
So let's begin at the beginning. The trip to Lothlorien was rather uneventful and actually quite pleasant. Viggo and the king kept each other entertained so I could focus on riding, and most importantly, not falling on my ample butt in front of Gondorian nobility.
We arrived at Lothlorien at twilight (I swear Galdders used some of that Elven sorcery. It seemed to be twilight far more often than is natural during our stay. I think she arranges it that way so we can all admire the beauty of last rays of the setting sun highlight her famously golden tresses.
The first few days weren't too bad. Viggo fit right in and he, the King and the Sons spent a lot of quality time together. Gladders spent a lot of time on official schmoozing, and I wasn't worth the effort. I was worried about meals, but SOMEHOW I always ended up at the Low end of the table. Gladders fluttered her eyelashes and promised to speak to her steward about the order of precedence and the king got all enamoured of the fluttering eyelashes and asked me to be gracious so as not to cause a scene, so I held my peace and actually rather enjoyed not having to be all polite with the big-wigs.
All of this would have been fine if it weren't for the paparazzi. Apparently, some rag newspaper in the White City sent spies after us. It's much harder to detect the paps in Middle Earth due to the lack of flashbulbs. Mostly they just sneak around, hide behind bushes and sketch frantically with pen and ink on parchment. So you don't know they've caught you, say, flashing an ankle to the steward to get a better seat at dinner, or passed out drunk on a tree root with Celeborn, or arguing with the King about how much time he's spending with Gladders or mysterious" until after the picture is printed. (I still haven't figured out when they invented the printing press!)
In any case, this caused quite a stir! Eowyn and Faramir were sending desperate messages daily reporting the latest reported scandal. Of course, papers fell into the hands of the Elves and we had to put up with their smug sniggering. There was even a picture featuring Aragorn and Viggo side by side. wondering which of them was the real king!
Then the news came about poor Thranduil's "accident". The papers had a field day with conspiracy theories! My favorite was that Gondor was secretly involved in the incident and plotting to put Leggs on the throne so we could have Mirkwood under our control. (and making some rather inappropriate speculations as the nature of the relationship between Leggs and the King!) Naturally, this did not go over too well with any of the Elves! Poor Celeborn! He tried to stand up for us, but Gladders just glared him down! Fortunately the Ons were able to calm everyone for the moment, but rumours spread like wildfire and we're still dealing with the diplomatic fall-out from Mirkwood, Lothlorien, Imladris, Edoras (apparently some of the Rohirrim suspect that we were trying to control Mirkwood so that we would be in a better position to control their trade routes, or something...) Anyway...the Elves thing it is a Man plot and the Men think it is an Elvish plot. We're getting it straightened out, I thing, but I think the papers are deliberately stirring the pot o' trouble. Perhaps this whole free press thing is over-rated.
Well, I have a Dwarf delegation waiting. Who knows what plots they've imagined in all of this. Hope all is well with you. It was lovely seeing you at Samhain, a brief reality respite from the troubles at home.
Your Affectionate Friend,
Corwynne
Pleas forgive my lack of correspondence. Faramir and I have had our hands full dealing with the media fall-out from Elf-Fest and I've barely had time to focus on Reality at all in the past few weeks. (Which is a HUGE pain because I had to host the Samhain party, have a show opening at work and have to go to North Carolina to visit my brother for Thanksgiving!)
So let's begin at the beginning. The trip to Lothlorien was rather uneventful and actually quite pleasant. Viggo and the king kept each other entertained so I could focus on riding, and most importantly, not falling on my ample butt in front of Gondorian nobility.
We arrived at Lothlorien at twilight (I swear Galdders used some of that Elven sorcery. It seemed to be twilight far more often than is natural during our stay. I think she arranges it that way so we can all admire the beauty of last rays of the setting sun highlight her famously golden tresses.
The first few days weren't too bad. Viggo fit right in and he, the King and the Sons spent a lot of quality time together. Gladders spent a lot of time on official schmoozing, and I wasn't worth the effort. I was worried about meals, but SOMEHOW I always ended up at the Low end of the table. Gladders fluttered her eyelashes and promised to speak to her steward about the order of precedence and the king got all enamoured of the fluttering eyelashes and asked me to be gracious so as not to cause a scene, so I held my peace and actually rather enjoyed not having to be all polite with the big-wigs.
All of this would have been fine if it weren't for the paparazzi. Apparently, some rag newspaper in the White City sent spies after us. It's much harder to detect the paps in Middle Earth due to the lack of flashbulbs. Mostly they just sneak around, hide behind bushes and sketch frantically with pen and ink on parchment. So you don't know they've caught you, say, flashing an ankle to the steward to get a better seat at dinner, or passed out drunk on a tree root with Celeborn, or arguing with the King about how much time he's spending with Gladders or mysterious" until after the picture is printed. (I still haven't figured out when they invented the printing press!)
In any case, this caused quite a stir! Eowyn and Faramir were sending desperate messages daily reporting the latest reported scandal. Of course, papers fell into the hands of the Elves and we had to put up with their smug sniggering. There was even a picture featuring Aragorn and Viggo side by side. wondering which of them was the real king!
Then the news came about poor Thranduil's "accident". The papers had a field day with conspiracy theories! My favorite was that Gondor was secretly involved in the incident and plotting to put Leggs on the throne so we could have Mirkwood under our control. (and making some rather inappropriate speculations as the nature of the relationship between Leggs and the King!) Naturally, this did not go over too well with any of the Elves! Poor Celeborn! He tried to stand up for us, but Gladders just glared him down! Fortunately the Ons were able to calm everyone for the moment, but rumours spread like wildfire and we're still dealing with the diplomatic fall-out from Mirkwood, Lothlorien, Imladris, Edoras (apparently some of the Rohirrim suspect that we were trying to control Mirkwood so that we would be in a better position to control their trade routes, or something...) Anyway...the Elves thing it is a Man plot and the Men think it is an Elvish plot. We're getting it straightened out, I thing, but I think the papers are deliberately stirring the pot o' trouble. Perhaps this whole free press thing is over-rated.
Well, I have a Dwarf delegation waiting. Who knows what plots they've imagined in all of this. Hope all is well with you. It was lovely seeing you at Samhain, a brief reality respite from the troubles at home.
Your Affectionate Friend,
Corwynne
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Tripping through Reality
My Dearest Corwynne,
I have safely returned from my trip to The Big Apple. I feel a wee bit awful about this but I was very pleased when Leggs was unable to join me. I don't know if word has reached you yet but Leggs' father, Thranduil, had a bit of an accident last Thursday. Apparently, he was holding forth on how his ungrateful son has been shacked up for years with that lowly human, of all things and while doing so he was pacing...you know how he gets. He was in full tirade and therefore not paying attention to his surroundings, and you know those giant spiders in Mirkwood? Well there is a guild of Elves whose job it is to make sure all the walkways are clear of their webs, but somebody missed a spot. Thranduil got all tangled up and his continued ranting and thrashing drew the attention of one of these spiders. The ensuing battle left the spider dead and Thranduil with a broken hip.
The riders were sent to the settlement to fetch the ungrateful son to his father's side. He is still there, still hopeful that the idea of a retirement home in the West will eventually appeal to the old elf. I think it unlikely, but here's hopin'.
I went ahead with my trip, since my pressence in Mirkwood would have ended in one human joining the spider and Thranduil having two broken hips. I had a wonderful time. It was very nice to not have to worry how Leggs would react spending an entire weekend with the Loud One. But it would have been nice to have him with me for the plane trips, especially the one to NYC....dear lord it was a long delay. But in the end it was all worth it.
So, like I said I am back and I expect Leggs back in time for Samhain, but I forgot to add him to the RSVP, so please add him.
How were things at the Great Elf Extravaganza 2007?
Your affectionate friend,
Kendrah
I have safely returned from my trip to The Big Apple. I feel a wee bit awful about this but I was very pleased when Leggs was unable to join me. I don't know if word has reached you yet but Leggs' father, Thranduil, had a bit of an accident last Thursday. Apparently, he was holding forth on how his ungrateful son has been shacked up for years with that lowly human, of all things and while doing so he was pacing...you know how he gets. He was in full tirade and therefore not paying attention to his surroundings, and you know those giant spiders in Mirkwood? Well there is a guild of Elves whose job it is to make sure all the walkways are clear of their webs, but somebody missed a spot. Thranduil got all tangled up and his continued ranting and thrashing drew the attention of one of these spiders. The ensuing battle left the spider dead and Thranduil with a broken hip.
The riders were sent to the settlement to fetch the ungrateful son to his father's side. He is still there, still hopeful that the idea of a retirement home in the West will eventually appeal to the old elf. I think it unlikely, but here's hopin'.
I went ahead with my trip, since my pressence in Mirkwood would have ended in one human joining the spider and Thranduil having two broken hips. I had a wonderful time. It was very nice to not have to worry how Leggs would react spending an entire weekend with the Loud One. But it would have been nice to have him with me for the plane trips, especially the one to NYC....dear lord it was a long delay. But in the end it was all worth it.
So, like I said I am back and I expect Leggs back in time for Samhain, but I forgot to add him to the RSVP, so please add him.
How were things at the Great Elf Extravaganza 2007?
Your affectionate friend,
Kendrah
Saturday, October 20, 2007
Worlds Colliding and Other News
My Dearest Kendrah,
I just wanted to dash off a short note before we leave (at Twilight, of course!!!) for the Elf-Fest 2007 (or whatever).
On the plus side, Viggo dropped by for a quick birthday drink and Aragorn convinced him to come along to Lothlorien with us. I can think of lots of other things to do on my birthday other than paying a visit to the Lothlorien, but Viggo seems really excited about it. I can tell he and Aragorn are itching to get into another poetry slam! I'm sure they'll have a blast! (and maybe Gladders will be so distracted by 21st century Man Poetry that Celeborn and I can slip off to enjoy our scotch and lamenting earlier than I had hoped!)
We got a Rider from Rohan today and it turned out to be Eomer. He's very concerned by reports that Karl Urban will be playing Dr. "Bones" McCoy in the upcoming Star Trek movie. He's not even sure what a movie IS, but he thinks "Bones " has an ominous ring to it. (But then again, what doesn't sound ominous to the Rohirrim?) I assured him that it had nothing whatever to do with the Paths of the Dead, and that I would be happy to show him re-runs when I return. He's not sure what a re-run is either, but he seemed comforted. We were unable to convince him to join our little party in the Golden Woods. He made up some excuse about over-seeing the fodder harvest for Winter and rode off muttering some charm to protect him from the Elf Witch. He's still so superstitious!
In other news that rocks our worlds, it seems Dumbledore is gay. JK announced at some reading or something. No word from Dumbleodre yet about he feels upon being outed. I hope he's ok with it. You know how cranky wizards can get when things don't go the way they planned. Mithrandir seems completely unsurprised by the revelation and, in fact, is looking more smug than usual and humming merry tunes under his breath. I wonder if he's been spending time with Sir Ian again?
Well, I hear a horn sounding, so that means the forces are gathering and I must get to my horse! I must say I look smashing in my new black and silver riding habit! I hope you are enjoying your weekend with the Loud One and I look forward to hearing about your adventures (If I make it back alive:-)
Your Affectionate Friend,
Corwynne
I just wanted to dash off a short note before we leave (at Twilight, of course!!!) for the Elf-Fest 2007 (or whatever).
On the plus side, Viggo dropped by for a quick birthday drink and Aragorn convinced him to come along to Lothlorien with us. I can think of lots of other things to do on my birthday other than paying a visit to the Lothlorien, but Viggo seems really excited about it. I can tell he and Aragorn are itching to get into another poetry slam! I'm sure they'll have a blast! (and maybe Gladders will be so distracted by 21st century Man Poetry that Celeborn and I can slip off to enjoy our scotch and lamenting earlier than I had hoped!)
We got a Rider from Rohan today and it turned out to be Eomer. He's very concerned by reports that Karl Urban will be playing Dr. "Bones" McCoy in the upcoming Star Trek movie. He's not even sure what a movie IS, but he thinks "Bones " has an ominous ring to it. (But then again, what doesn't sound ominous to the Rohirrim?) I assured him that it had nothing whatever to do with the Paths of the Dead, and that I would be happy to show him re-runs when I return. He's not sure what a re-run is either, but he seemed comforted. We were unable to convince him to join our little party in the Golden Woods. He made up some excuse about over-seeing the fodder harvest for Winter and rode off muttering some charm to protect him from the Elf Witch. He's still so superstitious!
In other news that rocks our worlds, it seems Dumbledore is gay. JK announced at some reading or something. No word from Dumbleodre yet about he feels upon being outed. I hope he's ok with it. You know how cranky wizards can get when things don't go the way they planned. Mithrandir seems completely unsurprised by the revelation and, in fact, is looking more smug than usual and humming merry tunes under his breath. I wonder if he's been spending time with Sir Ian again?
Well, I hear a horn sounding, so that means the forces are gathering and I must get to my horse! I must say I look smashing in my new black and silver riding habit! I hope you are enjoying your weekend with the Loud One and I look forward to hearing about your adventures (If I make it back alive:-)
Your Affectionate Friend,
Corwynne
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