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My son has been abandoned to torture in the sickened forest of La Llorona, defiled by a Feanorian Elf by the name of Celegorm. Legolas did not return and has only recently spoken with me, informing me of his situation. He is weaponless in the wild, alone and much wearied with suffering.

[ And how was your day. ]

You are a hardy man, John Grimm, with the enduring strength like to that of Dúnedain I have encountered in the past. If you can ride, I believe you could very nearly keep pace. I go north to bring back my son. Join me in the bailey in one hour if you would see fit to accompany me.

[ A pause. ]

The debt I owe you would be great.

[ So she woke up in an infirmary she doesn't remember being hauled into (again, really, Weasley?) and a castle that looks like it was under siege. She wondered, at first, if maybe she ended up in here because of it but her memories hold nothing of that and she doesn't know how much time has passed, so—

Yeah. So she goes for someone she knows must have been in the thick of the fighting if there was fighting at all. ]

... John? [ Totally sounds a little sleep-hoarse there. ] Sorry to bother you, but I've... er, got a question?

[ Wide awake. Middle of the night. ~~BOOTY CALL.~~ Time to bug her favourite bro. ]

You're at the station right?

[ so, ever since that flyover with the clearly unseelie army, mako's been going through every fucking thing ever on the network and smoking what seems like enough cigarettes to give half an army lung cancer at the back of the saddle, away from everyone else. he's discovered vampires, werewolves, and aliens, and weird incesty romans and demigods who aren't roman but still talk about and THIER drama and all sorts of stuff. but when a certain post finally shows up, and he sees the content of that post... ]

I think I found the reason.

[[ hope this is okay? ]]

I tried chocolate. [ cue a shit-eating grin! ]

Edited 2014-08-05 06:27 (UTC)

[ It's been a couple of days since he set out. A couple of days yet before he reaches his destination and finally his temper has cooled somewhat, enough to send this message. ]

I ride north, towards Nimh Gleanne and Maighdeann-mhara, so that you know were you to seek me at the Station that I am no longer there. Though I have asked the shopkeepers to hand you the clothing should you ask for it and give them your name and your title of Elvellon.

[ Yes, it's a thing, he will always do the thing he says he will. Among the many pieces of clothing? Certainly an astronaut bear shirt in a perfectly fitting size. ]

[ new message for you, john! ]

Hey, John! You busy right now? I mean, I can knock this whole call down to like two minutes if I really have to, I bet, but up to you!

[ CASUALLY VIBRATES EXCITEDLY AT HIM ON THE LOCKET NBD ]

Where is Legolas?

[ Hi, John. How've you been? He hasn't seen you in ten years from his perspective, but enough smalltalk. It's best to check in before giving his son a heart-attack. Right? Right. ]

Harry says the contracts on you and Bolin are over. Ended, I mean.

He told me Alyosha is dead. She bought your lives with her husband's shard, and we have to watch out for Reynard. He's collecting shards.

[ben saw john's announcement on the network, but he doesn't know lancelot, and doesn't want to talk to someone he doesn't know about training. plus, he doesn't need everyone knowing that he can't do much fighting against the supernatural. he can through a punch, that's about it. ]

Gonna take you up on your offer. You trainin' today?

i really, really need to talk to you about something

[ how dad can tell it's important: no grammar, no capitals, no full stop. full panic mode hermione. ]

before korra sends you anything weird, hermione and bolin are not lost, and i'm making sure they say the go home password.

Edited 2014-10-14 06:39 (UTC)

MAKO LOST HERMIONE AND BOLIN

I have to end our lessons. I have to leave the castle.

The birds say Cothromach endures. I am glad you survived.

[ Because that's how Thranduil gets his gossip and shows affection, yo. ANYWAY. ]

I have a finalised contract from the High-King which I have been fine-tuning since Samhain, regarding the overturn of a large plot of the southern Greenwood to me, in return for the protection I can cast there. I have already commanded the native clans I head to move to the mountainhome they may now delve, assisted by Ridire's supporting provisions of food, gold and tools. I intend to have the fortress proper finished within two moons.

For a time, I will remain in Caer Glaem while this is seen to. Will you be returning this way, Aransadorien?

[ Thranduil told Sif to contact John so here's a message from a rather tense but otherwise coping shieldmaiden. Being afraid tends to piss her off more than anything so she is doing all right under the circumstances. ]

John, one of the dogs got inside Caer Glaem and attacked Thranduil. He is all right, minor injuries but they are being tended to. He vanquished the beast by cutting off its head and setting the body aflame, a method that seems to actually kill them. Spread the word if you are able.

[ Once that bit of business is taken care of, she allows herself to soften a little. ]

Are you all right?

John, I will be heading to Redgate to assist with Reynard, as I am certain you also intend to do, if you have not done so already.

What that means in regards to my return can be discussed later.

[ Kaldur is concerned, this is his concerned face. ]

Waver has yet to hear news, and neither have I.

Can you inform me what is going on?

[ Have a picture of a box lying on Sif's bed. ]

Your services are no longer required.

[ this face. ]

[ One of the ruddy hawks of the Southern Greenwood alights on a nearby window, branch or stone, screeching and flapping its wings. It has sharp eyes, like all from the Maechenibryth, but waits patiently to have the small scroll attached to its foot unravelled. It reads in looping Drabbish:

Invitation for John Grimm, Aransadorien, Knight of the Golden Cadre and Companion to the winter Yule festivities within I Othrann-in-Heneb, fortress of Thranduil Oropherion, Elvenking of the Maechenibryth.

To celebrate the holiday of the native Aelfen clans, all guests are welcome to remain within the mountainhome until from 25th December until early January for music and merriment. Bed and board provided. Please bring this invitation with you and make your way south along the forest river where marchwardens will find your party and act as escorts. To confirm attendance, please attach an appropriate message to the hawk. Alternatively, contact Thranduil via locket.

The hawk, if needed, will await a snack along with the RSVP before flying off. ]

( ooc: the log! )

Your presence is requsted at the Barrel on 3 January, at or around 10 pm. We will be closing early to allow for a question and answer session with Alyosha regarding past and present events and for general information sharing. Treat this invitation with discretion.

Please respond to this message so that we might have a headcount of who to expect.

With gratitude
-Lord El-Melloi II

[ooc: A log for this will go up on 28 December!]

[ Delivered in a fine letter the morning of Yule, alongside a sprig of holly ]

John,

I hope the weeks since our successful misadventure have been kind to you! I remember well our talk of free time, and have been longing for more of the same. Would you be at all interested in going on a winter roadtrip, heading out on the 4th? Just for a short few days. I’ve invited yourself, Harry, Bolin, and my daughter.

No business. That’s an order. Just goofing off. Camp cooking. Snowball fights.

I figured it’d be a worthy Yule present for all of us.

Wishing you dearly well in all things,
Alyosha Hazan

[ okay so what the fairies REALLY bring john is a woven tassel with chinese coin, and a paper slip with well wishes for the season written in characters with brush and ink. another fairy carries a white ring, big and thick enough to fit around john's thumb without any danger of breaking.

enjoy, papa bear. ]

Edited 2014-12-26 02:01 (UTC)

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