By the Light of Roses--Chapter Three

Last week, Eressetor had a rather eventful meeting with his master Fëanáro, and we saw (maybe?) a suggestion of a spine. This week, we delve further into the strangeness that is the House of Fëanáro in exile and Eressetor's own efforts to cope in any way that he can.

Please remember that this story is rated for adults only for reasons of sexuality and mature themes and will contain slash. My thanks to everyone who is reading alone! As usual, all comments are welcomed.

( By the Light of Roses--Chapter Three )

Under the Weather

Tomorrow afternoon, I will be leaving for Ocean City for the weekend. I will drive home from work, my beloved will have returned to me, Potter will hopefully be there as well, we will get in the car, and go. So this is something of a farewell to most of you for the weekend, but I will return shortly, hopefully in better health and spirits and with lots of pictures!

(As a side note: I have not forgotten Puerto Rico postcards and my journal entries from the trip. Both are almost finished; hopefully next week, I will get the last of the pictures posted and will gather the courage to face the disgruntled postal workers at the Ellicott City office and send out the postcards to those of you who requested them.)

( Cut for Illness-Related Griping and a Bit of TMI )

( Cut for Rant about Next-Door Neighbors )

But...first I am going to enjoy my weekend, enjoy the sun, the sea, and my husband, and leave dealing with the skanky ghetto potheads until we get back. I wish you all the best weekend and will talk to everyone when I return!