#ask-salgant

[doegred-main]

Love potion chocolates, like Fingon's. Except, these ones, should you eat one, will make you fall for Aredhel instead...

Maedhros, as usual tests them on dog. The dogs seem fine. Maybe he could try one, for once.Still.. No, now that he knew they weren't poisoned it was time to test them on someone to check for more subtle effects.Stealthily he left some on Salgant's desk.

[goldenglorfindel]

*waddles over with a cake* Duilin makes excellent baked goods, ha! He's a bit shy about it sometimes, you know, but great in the kitchen (with everything he does if you know what I mean, ha!). He insisted I be nice to our friends and share some, so... *looks at cake, looks at Glorfindel, cuts him a teensy slice and grins proudly* There we are!

He hid his amusement as best he could as the other approached and twittered on but when he was presented with the mean portion of cake he couldn't hold back and doubled over, crying with mirth. It was some time before he could stop, remembering how amusing he had always found the only rotund elf he had ever met. 

"Salgant!" he wiped his eyes and clapped him on the shoulder, "le hannon. That is very thoughtful of you. I have missed you mellon nín. You have not changed."

[ask-ecthelion-archived-blog]

Ah, my dear friend Ecthelion! It is good to see you again, I've heard you've continued to make a name for yourself with your fine dresses, ha! Why I was just talking about you recently, a shame you weren't around for the conversations, very flattering. I hope your figure has kept through rebirth, yes?

Don't be ridiculous, Salgant.  Of course it has.

[ask-maedhros-blog]

ask-salgant replied to your post: If you don’t mind my asking, does being dead get boring? How do you pass the time (when you’re not getting trolled by a certain someone, that is)?

I found the most dreadful part of being dead to be the lack of decadent cuisine, personally, ha!

Ha! Well, you are certainly not wrong, Lord Salgant.

[ask-maedhros-blog]

My soon-to-be dear friend! It has come to my attention that you, like me, appreciate fine cuisine and do not fear for your figure! We shall have to dine together sometime. Duilin makes fabulous multi-course feasts.

Soon to be dear....? Hm, certainly, that sounds like a good plan! Though I do not know when that is supposed to be, because either you shall have to die first or the Dagor Dagorath shall have to happen, and I do not think you would like either...

[ask-elemmire-blog]

Into the East *cue Annie Lennox*

Elemmírë sighed as he walked out the side door of the large concert hall on Tol Eressëa.  Walking back to the docks to head back to Valinor itself, he paused to take in the sight of the sun sinking into the West, painting the heavens a glorious shade of robust gold that faded into orange before blending into a subdued pattern of tones of blues and violets, the golden light sparkling on the silvery-blue sea as Arien completed one more day's journey in her endless cycle as the gulls on high wheeled and circled, their lamenting wails echoing over the isle.  After watching the sight (both ancient and yet refreshing), Elemmírë decided that he would (as he often did) take a walk around the island before returning, starting at the docks on the eastern shore.  It was then that he noticed the slightly...ahem,pudgy...elf dabbling his feet in the waves and muttering to himself about Imladris. 

Imladris?  thought the Vanyarin bard. That is where the Tumblr said Makalaurë is.  I worry for him...

The ...large... elf stared east.  "I think I shall sail to Imladris," Elemmírë heard him clearly say before he trailed off into muttering about cake and gravy.  This was a bit...odd, shall we say, but Elemmírë didn't pay that heed.

"Excuse me," he said politely, tapping the elf on the shoulder.  "Did I hear you say that you were planning to sail to Imladris?"