Are ALL of the elves screwing each other then?
Eru knows I wouldn't want to touch MY siblings in that special loving way, even if there WAS a cute person between us...

Hey, a knighthood that hates incest...I should check that out.

You know, I think I like this place a little. Yeah I haven't really gone out much or talked to anyone since I'm kind of at a loss for who the heck any of them actually are. Yeah I should have paid more attention when that tutor from Dol Amroth tried to teach me ancient history, I agree. Somehow it just never seemed as relevant as everything else on my mind such as formulating escape routes, staking out hideouts that did not involve climbing but where no one knew to look for me, finding ways to annoy Eomer that wouldn't get me into that much trouble...

It just never was a top priority in my life I guess. Probably now that I'm here I should just ask someone to explain this stuff to me, along with how the heck I wound up in a city that I thought was A.forbidden and B.anhiliated back a long time ago.

As to where the margaritas came from, I'm inclined to accept that on faith. Seriously, free and overrunning drinks that aren't cheap beer and won't be forced down my throat while people pin me to the ground, I'm totally cool with. I think it would be nice to get drunk on my own damn terms for once instead of someone else's.

And then to sketch the architecture without asking anyone...

Yeah, Gondolin's working out just fine...

Talk about running away from home. I'd meant to get to Minas Tirith, far away from both sets of relatives that I'm currently not speaking to. Instead by some weird twist of I don't even know, here I am in Elfland.

...So do the elves bite?