LadyBrookeCelebwen

“The trees here move and talk.” Aegnor burst through the door, barely avoiding ending up on the floor. Finrod looked up. “What?” “The trees – or at least one of them, I don’t know, I didn’t stick around to see if all of them would start – they move. And talk.” Finrod stared at his brother. “Trees do not move and talk, even in Doriath.” “I am telling you, there was a tree and Angrod started to lean against it, and it greeted him as ‘nephew of Elu’,” Aegnor said. “I am not making this up, I did not imagine it, there are really talking tree.

Jessica blinked, rubbed her eyes, and then blinked again.   It didn’t make the scene in front of her go back to its normal, sane reality that was not occupied by ghosts.   If it had been just her that she had to consider, she probably would have given up and walked away, determined to only return after sleep and coffee. Unfortunately, her idiot cousin was still staring at what was going on too, and her mother would never forgive her if they had to listen to Aunt Lucy’s screams about her poor lost daughter.   So she had to somehow drag Amy out with her, while trying not to get too distracted by the ghosts.   Amy kept looking at the

“Clearly, this represents a form of religious thought at the time,” she said, waving one hand at him while holding the artifact and paging through it with her others. “The few documents we have found and translated suggest that ‘I’m so stoned’ became a widespread expression roughly concurrently, suggesting a community.” “Or it could be a form of subliminal propaganda by which the Stone Culture took over its competitors,” her companion said.   “There is no evidence to suggest that they had any form of subliminal messaging that could take over entire cultures.” “The time

"What do you say to those who claim that you abrogated your responsibilities by stepping down from your position? Do you agree that by taking up such a post in the first place, you became more responsible than the rest of society?" The reporter smiled as he spoke, teeth showing. "I would say that I stepped down from my post because it was killing me, a fact known to everyone at the time," she replied, pushing her way past the reporter. She was almost to the hospital's doors. "But do you regret that you're now the subject of scorn?" the reporter yelled as she walked forward. She stopped and briefly turned back towards him. "No. I would rath