My Dearest Kendrah,
Well, at least its over. Aragorn and I are both delighted that you and Leggs have managed to work out your difficulties. Aragorn was a bit concerned that Leggs would behave badly during the actual proceedings, but it seems he was able to muster enough Elven aloofness to keep himself somewhat in check.
I've been telling Aragorn about your rapidly growing collection of "Little Guys". He's kicking himself for turning down PJ's offer of a share in revenue from the sale of such merchandise. I feel like kicking him too! When I mentioned how rich we could be, he just looked sad and commented on the number of homeless Rohirrim refugees we could have supported with the income. Numenorian nobility can be so trying at times! It was kind of PJ to offer though. Very few people are willing to enter contractual business arrangements with Imaginaries. Once again PJ proves he is visionary ahead of his time.
Luthien, (the cat, not the Elf) is fascinated by my big talking Aragorn doll. She keeps stalking it. Once she knocked him over and, sure enough, he started talking! I'm just afraid she'll run off with his little arrow (which she keeps pulling out of his quiver) and I'll never find them again! Sometimes cats can be just rough with Little Guys as dogs or two-year old Men.
Well, back to work for me. I'm enjoying my last two days of peace before classes start again. Give my regards to Leggs.
Your Affectionate Friend,
Corwynne
Thursday, January 12, 2006
Monday, January 09, 2006
The End of an Era...whatever.
My Dearest Corwynne,
The saga, which began many months ago when my husband decided that life in Warren held to much allure to be fought, has ended. We appeared in court today and our divorce was finalized. Greg had his creepy lawyer with him and it appeared that I was alone, but Leggs had insisted that he go. (oh, yeah we got back together, but that is a story for another day.)
It was all very fast and quite silly really. You have to swear to tell the truth and all that as if they don't know that we swore to stay together until death just a few years ago....obviously we lie!
Anyway, Leggs tried very hard to behave himself but it was difficult for him. He saved his dancing for the hallways, which was nice because of the lovely sound quality. He did pop around the court room a bit but that was only so he could flick Greg in the ear lobes so it wasn't like he was doing anything wrong.
So all in all it was painless and quick and if nothing else it is over. So I will now have more time to train my new assistants. They keep trying to decorate in pastels......yuck.
Your affectionate friend,
Kendrah
The saga, which began many months ago when my husband decided that life in Warren held to much allure to be fought, has ended. We appeared in court today and our divorce was finalized. Greg had his creepy lawyer with him and it appeared that I was alone, but Leggs had insisted that he go. (oh, yeah we got back together, but that is a story for another day.)
It was all very fast and quite silly really. You have to swear to tell the truth and all that as if they don't know that we swore to stay together until death just a few years ago....obviously we lie!
Anyway, Leggs tried very hard to behave himself but it was difficult for him. He saved his dancing for the hallways, which was nice because of the lovely sound quality. He did pop around the court room a bit but that was only so he could flick Greg in the ear lobes so it wasn't like he was doing anything wrong.
So all in all it was painless and quick and if nothing else it is over. So I will now have more time to train my new assistants. They keep trying to decorate in pastels......yuck.
Your affectionate friend,
Kendrah
Tuesday, January 03, 2006
So Hard to Get Good Help
My Dearest Kendrah,
I must say the newest additions to the Minis Tirith work force have created quite a stir. Eowyn and Farmir were most distraught. Apparently the memories of Helm's Deep and Osgiliath have made them both rather closed-minded when it comes to employing the former enemy. I can't blame them really, but in the spirit of reconciliation, I believe we must give it a go. I can't have bands of bored, unemployed Uruks wandering the countryside planting ornamental gardens!
The four you've sent seem quite pleasant and much more interested in bathing and "products" than I would have expected from Orcs. It just goes to show how prejudiced one can be about folks they don't know. It's a relief to realize that not not every Uruk was out to destroy the world of men and that some of them love cross-stitch and art flicks as much as I do. It makes you think.
The tall one, who has adopted the name "Steve", won Eowyn over eventually by helping to decorate the Great Hall for her Yule Party. It was a bit like the Bumble from "Rudolph"...he was tall enough to hang greenery and candles in places hitherto inaccessible. I think it will take Farmir a bit longer to warm up. Can't really blame him...poor guy...I imagine he finds the whole affair a bit sus.
I have sent a message to Mayor Gamgee to see if he could use a few well-mannered Metro-Uruks to assist in the Habitat for Hobbits for program. He response was a bit confused "Well, My Lady, they do seem a bit queer, I mean, it do seem a bit queer, if you take my meaning, M'am, no offense..." then he rambled on a bit about the latest tater harvest. I suspect he was into the Gaffer's home brew again. After all, it is the holiday season! I'll speak with him again after things settle a bit.
It was lovely to see you over the holidays. We must get togather again sometime soon. Maybe I'll pop over to the settlement for a few days after Aragorn opens Winter Court. I'm sure Faramir and Steve can handle the seating arrangements without me.
Your Affectionate Friend,
Corwynne
I must say the newest additions to the Minis Tirith work force have created quite a stir. Eowyn and Farmir were most distraught. Apparently the memories of Helm's Deep and Osgiliath have made them both rather closed-minded when it comes to employing the former enemy. I can't blame them really, but in the spirit of reconciliation, I believe we must give it a go. I can't have bands of bored, unemployed Uruks wandering the countryside planting ornamental gardens!
The four you've sent seem quite pleasant and much more interested in bathing and "products" than I would have expected from Orcs. It just goes to show how prejudiced one can be about folks they don't know. It's a relief to realize that not not every Uruk was out to destroy the world of men and that some of them love cross-stitch and art flicks as much as I do. It makes you think.
The tall one, who has adopted the name "Steve", won Eowyn over eventually by helping to decorate the Great Hall for her Yule Party. It was a bit like the Bumble from "Rudolph"...he was tall enough to hang greenery and candles in places hitherto inaccessible. I think it will take Farmir a bit longer to warm up. Can't really blame him...poor guy...I imagine he finds the whole affair a bit sus.
I have sent a message to Mayor Gamgee to see if he could use a few well-mannered Metro-Uruks to assist in the Habitat for Hobbits for program. He response was a bit confused "Well, My Lady, they do seem a bit queer, I mean, it do seem a bit queer, if you take my meaning, M'am, no offense..." then he rambled on a bit about the latest tater harvest. I suspect he was into the Gaffer's home brew again. After all, it is the holiday season! I'll speak with him again after things settle a bit.
It was lovely to see you over the holidays. We must get togather again sometime soon. Maybe I'll pop over to the settlement for a few days after Aragorn opens Winter Court. I'm sure Faramir and Steve can handle the seating arrangements without me.
Your Affectionate Friend,
Corwynne
Monday, December 19, 2005
The Horse and Rider...Finally!
My Dearest Corwynne,
I was surprised early this morning by the sound of an approaching horse and rider, (Now Theoden can stop wondering as to their whereabouts.) The rider brought word from Leggs and the orc hunting party. They have come across a group of uruk-hai which should serve our purposes nicely.
Apparently there was a process for the assignment of Uruk-hai jobs consisting of two tests. When born(hatched) if you(an Uruk-hai) immediately killed the nearby orc, you were sent into the army: if you began life by trying to clean the nearby orc and extolled the virtues of flossing, you were sent into Orthanc to the Cleaning Squad. The second test was to take a newly hatched Uruk-hai and tell him that "he would soon taste manflesh". If he responded with a war cry, he was sent to the army. If he responded by jumping up and down clapping his hands like Rudy Galindo....You guessed it....Cleaning Squad.
It seems that several of the Cleaning Uruk-hai were still living in what remains of the forest of Fangorn waiting for someone to bring them their promised "manflesh".
I have been told to not be fooled by the title "Cleaning Squad." They can tend to any manner of household tasks, from cleaning to sewing to lifting heavy objects, and they have no objection to cleaning the litter box. Sarumon's tailor is among them...Invented that fabric of many colors we have heard so much about. I think their services will be in high demand once word of their existence gets out.
The boys found about twenty in their forest home which sounded much like the Ewok village in Star Wars. They will be bring four here and four to the White City before Christmas. The others are being guarded by the extras until we have need of them.
I keep seeing a picture of an Amish barn raising in my head with the only difference being the substitution of Uruk-hai for Amish farmers and it makes me snicker.
So that seems to be all the news from the settlement. Hope all is well in the White City and that your Holiday goes well.
Your affectionate friend,
Kendrah
I was surprised early this morning by the sound of an approaching horse and rider, (Now Theoden can stop wondering as to their whereabouts.) The rider brought word from Leggs and the orc hunting party. They have come across a group of uruk-hai which should serve our purposes nicely.
Apparently there was a process for the assignment of Uruk-hai jobs consisting of two tests. When born(hatched) if you(an Uruk-hai) immediately killed the nearby orc, you were sent into the army: if you began life by trying to clean the nearby orc and extolled the virtues of flossing, you were sent into Orthanc to the Cleaning Squad. The second test was to take a newly hatched Uruk-hai and tell him that "he would soon taste manflesh". If he responded with a war cry, he was sent to the army. If he responded by jumping up and down clapping his hands like Rudy Galindo....You guessed it....Cleaning Squad.
It seems that several of the Cleaning Uruk-hai were still living in what remains of the forest of Fangorn waiting for someone to bring them their promised "manflesh".
I have been told to not be fooled by the title "Cleaning Squad." They can tend to any manner of household tasks, from cleaning to sewing to lifting heavy objects, and they have no objection to cleaning the litter box. Sarumon's tailor is among them...Invented that fabric of many colors we have heard so much about. I think their services will be in high demand once word of their existence gets out.
The boys found about twenty in their forest home which sounded much like the Ewok village in Star Wars. They will be bring four here and four to the White City before Christmas. The others are being guarded by the extras until we have need of them.
I keep seeing a picture of an Amish barn raising in my head with the only difference being the substitution of Uruk-hai for Amish farmers and it makes me snicker.
So that seems to be all the news from the settlement. Hope all is well in the White City and that your Holiday goes well.
Your affectionate friend,
Kendrah
Tuesday, December 06, 2005
And They're Off!
My Dearest Kendrah,
I am so pleased the quest idea worked! Aragorn was so exciting to have the opportunity to hunt Orcs again with Legolas and Gimli. We had one bad moment when he went looking for that ratty old green Fellowship shirt and found it stuffed in the bottom of my rag-bag. He dug it out, had it mended and insisted on wearing it. I made sure he wore a nice warm tunic over it. It's cold in the mountains! I also taught him about the miracles of CampDry, so hopefully he won't go through so many socks this quest.
Things are quiet here in the White City, which is good, since work is crazy. Nothing like a Tony-nominated musical to bring Pittsburgh to the theatre. Faramir and Eowyn left this morning with a wain and some more extras to gather Yule greens for decorating the Great Hall. Unfortunately, that leaves Imrahil in charge. He's not too keen on the notion of a Christmas tree...afraid it might steal some significance or honour or something from the White Tree. Or worse, attempt to impose some sort of Christian metaphor onto a simple fairy story. I think he's just bitter because he can't have twinkle lights. So, to avoid Imrahil and the hordes of bluehairs howling for tickets, I plan to spend a lot of time in the settlement. Mabe we can finalize our holiday plans.
Any idea when the boys might be back? I'm hoping Aragorn will be able to help me haul my Christmas decorations out of the basement. And I think your father is planning to bring me my couch on the the 17th. I know Aragorn would like to see him, since he missed Samhain.
I'm working nights all this week, but perhaps we can chat late, or Sunday...we'll see. Hope all is well!
Your Affectionate Friend,
Corwynne
I am so pleased the quest idea worked! Aragorn was so exciting to have the opportunity to hunt Orcs again with Legolas and Gimli. We had one bad moment when he went looking for that ratty old green Fellowship shirt and found it stuffed in the bottom of my rag-bag. He dug it out, had it mended and insisted on wearing it. I made sure he wore a nice warm tunic over it. It's cold in the mountains! I also taught him about the miracles of CampDry, so hopefully he won't go through so many socks this quest.
Things are quiet here in the White City, which is good, since work is crazy. Nothing like a Tony-nominated musical to bring Pittsburgh to the theatre. Faramir and Eowyn left this morning with a wain and some more extras to gather Yule greens for decorating the Great Hall. Unfortunately, that leaves Imrahil in charge. He's not too keen on the notion of a Christmas tree...afraid it might steal some significance or honour or something from the White Tree. Or worse, attempt to impose some sort of Christian metaphor onto a simple fairy story. I think he's just bitter because he can't have twinkle lights. So, to avoid Imrahil and the hordes of bluehairs howling for tickets, I plan to spend a lot of time in the settlement. Mabe we can finalize our holiday plans.
Any idea when the boys might be back? I'm hoping Aragorn will be able to help me haul my Christmas decorations out of the basement. And I think your father is planning to bring me my couch on the the 17th. I know Aragorn would like to see him, since he missed Samhain.
I'm working nights all this week, but perhaps we can chat late, or Sunday...we'll see. Hope all is well!
Your Affectionate Friend,
Corwynne
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