Have decided that Easter is a very useful time of year. Quite like it now in spite of the preponderance of unhappy hens, smashed eggs, and grotesque looking stuffed rabbits about the house.
Made good use of the annual Easter Egg hunt. Almost thought I would miss it as Elrond requested I do some paperwork for him in his study at the last moment.
Very useful, Elrond's balcony. Broke my thumb on Erestor's deck chair on my descent, however, but as luck would have it, caught one of his nephews egg-hunting a few minutes later beside the Bruinen so have removed chocolate egg chip from shoulder. Name of elfling is Melpomaen, I believe. Unfortunately the littler one, the prettier one - Lindir... or was it Lindt?... is sick today from eating too many chocolate eggs and so is not participating in the egg hunt, but being watched over by Erestor in Erestor's rooms. Melpomaen's arms were full of chocolate eggs when I found him, so was relatively easy to lead him away without too much trouble as he was reluctant to release his little hoard to struggle. He had also gagged himself with a mouthful of chocolate so screams were muffled and... oddly enough... he seemed quite happy for me to bulk up his gag even more by shoving more chocolate in his mouth. Children are quite amazing!
Have changed Maglor's eyeballs to pastel blue and painted his lips bright baby pink. Quite Easterish. Fluffy pink bunny ear headbands and tails arrived in bulk from Mirkwood just in time as well so have added them to each creature in my collection save for the headless orc (bit difficult for obvious reasons, but gave him a tail). Legolas' bunny brand has taken on new heights of kinkiness. User manual suggests all sorts of obscene acts. After a little rearranging, settled for Orc on Beleg for the bunnies in Spring look. Beleg does have that coy want-to-be-dominated bunny look, what with that little lock of hair that hangs just so over his left eye. Quite sexy and cute and bunnyish... fluffy pink bunny bits look good on strong sexy smooth black orc skin. Pink on black. Ooh, lovely!
Have sat Melpomaen down on the hobbity thingy from the other day. He is bouncing up and down on it and shoving more chocolate in his mouth. Have decided that stuffing him today is a good deed as with his appetite he will undoubtedly grow up into a flabby blob as stout (and as smelly) as old Salgant. Best to nip and tuck them when they look their prime, I think. Yes, yes. Although on second thoughts Erestor's family does have a pedigree for thinness rather than stoutness.
Never mind. Best to stay on the safe side, I think.
Have lost my work knife again. I am sure I used it to create the decapitated and sewn back together look on Gil-galad. Ohoho! There it is on Elros! Am amazed that Elrond has not noticed I have his twin brother in here yet. Then again, I do tend to keep Elros at the back with half his skin off his face most of the time. He still does not look quite right. Perhaps I smoothed too many of his wrinkles out on his face. His cheeks do look a little shiny and stretched. Dreadfully hard, this trying to make old humans look like handsome young elves work. Even worse, the more I work on him, the more he looks unlike Elrond.
Will just lift his eyebrows a bit more and file another slice off the bridge of his nose. There, there. Good. Wish Elrond had not confiscated my painting of young naked Elros. Such a useful reference. Admittedly I did steal it from Elros' bedroom wall at his funeral, though.
Melpomaen says he feels sick. Have taped up his mouth with Nimrodel's brassiere to stop any vomit and stuck him in the bath where I slit throats. Will not have vomit in my workroom. Nimrodel does not need her brassiere any more anyway. Have enlarged her breasts and made them that much firmer that a brassiere is no longer necessary.
Melpomaen has turned a strange green colour. Most disturbing. Do not wish to display a stuffed elfling with a green face. Viewers may even accuse me of trying to show them a hobbit crossed with a frog instead of a real elfling. Saruman comes to critique them every time there is a White Council and he is so critical. Spiteful too. I am sure he whacks their heads with the end of his staff when my back is turned. So many heads need reattaching after he visits my showroom. Then again, I suppose it is tit for tat. After all, I do occasionally nick a little bit off the flanks of his dried servants when I visit him. They are dark-skinned, bow-legged, and look very much like orcs. Most peculiar as I thought orcs were our enemies. Never mind. They taste good. Anything that tastes that good cannot be bad. He makes a lovely orcish-servant pancake. Mwah! Mwah! Mwah! He is so good with a frypan. Can flip those things right up high in the air in Orthanc. So high that I cannot see them in the darkness. Almost to the roof. So amazing. Respect him so much, even if he does spank my collection around a bit. Still, that is half of the slap and tickle now, is it not? Gil-galad would never let me paddle him or tweak him round the dairy before he was skewered on Sauron's pole. But now? Hahaha!
Wish Arwen would spend more time in Imladris. Would like her to stand right there beside the door. Nice, dazzling bit of beauty to stun visitors. Now that would be lovely. Maybe could position her hand to make a rude sign at them? Oh, that would be striking! Until then, will have to settle for Maglor making the sign. Fëanor's children are so attractive. Wish I had managed to get ahold of Celebrimbor before the orc arrows found him. Believe he is somewhere in Evendim. In a raised grave somewhere...
Will have to search for it one day and dig him up. He will probably be all bones now, but am getting better at reconstructing dead bodies. Practice improves one's skills, as they say. Completely reconstructing a body also allows one such freedom to change things. If I go and find him by mid-year, I can have him ready for Yule so can give him red eyes and green hair... what fun!
Melpomaen has just turned a strange purple colour. Extremely disturbed. Maybe will not stuff him. Will just splint my thumb. Ow! There. Now let me see about removing that brassiere.
Maybe did it too tight. He is not moving. He is not moving at all. And he is still purple. What to do? Where is Elrond's medical book? Wish I had not ripped out so many pages about entrails, though such pages are of course, unnecessary for one in my line of work. All I need to know is how to best cook and season them.
Ooh, here is a fragment. Let me see... hm... hm... I will try this... one, two, three... one, two, three...
Am so not blowing in that disgusting chocolate covered Nimrodel breast-scented mouth.
Maybe should just dump him outside Erestor's door? Yes, yes, what a good idea. Oh, but cannot just carry the twerp through the house. Someone is sure to kick up a fuss. What to do? Ah! I know! I can shove him in the hobbity thingy and roll him along. What a good idea!
Cut it open. There, there... pull out the hithlain... bundle him in... roughly sew it up. Good, good, off we go. Bouncy, bounce.