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glorfiestardust's Journal

Created on 2002-11-17 15:07:30 (#780150), last updated 2003-10-21

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As per usual--

I fought in a battle.
I loaned my horse to a short guy stuck with a piece of evil jewelry.
I am Elf.
Hear me roar.
See me primp.


A brief history of me.

Lord of the Rings, The Silmarillion, blah blah blah... then: I lived in Rivendell for thousands of years. I got married. She died, I snapped. I disappeared and bought a monstrosity of a castle in the middle of an equally monstrous labyrinth. I was unaware at the time that the suburbs around the castle were full of hairy, slimy, irritating little creatures calling themselves "goblins". For some reason unbeknownst to me, said creatures came to regard me as their king and haven't left me alone since. When I came to my senses and back to Rivendell, the fuckers followed me. They nibble Elrond's shoes to this day.

For a while after that, well, Elrond and I were old friends and both spouseless and of questionable orientation... He used to throw pastries at the back of my head when I called him "Sugardaddy", and his daughter kicked me in the shins a lot. Backhanded affection runs in their family. Anyway, that ended, his wife came back from the Havens, I signed a recording contract, and:

All of this. MESPT. It happens to all of us, sooner or later. Like puberty, oxygen, or the clap.

Thus, as of now: I'm happily married to Celeborn, ex-husband of the Ice Queen of Lothlórien. Thanks to the meddling of evil god, close family friend and bane of our fucking existence, Morgoth El Forsaken, we have twin boys, Absinthe and Kubrick, born to Celeborn via supernaturally induced medical oddities that I don't care to think about.

We live in Mordor now, with a duck, a hat, an alien, a harpymander, and, now as ever, a goblin. The glare from the elvish sparkling in Rivendell was starting to give us a headache.

Consider this something of a game. In and out of the void and back again. Going in circles is good exercise. Don't fucking call me a sock.
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