So though I loathe the idea of this looking like jumping onto a bandwagon, I feel the need to say that Eomer makes me nervous. It could be a heritage thing... a temperament passed down over generations... but everything everyone else said between dawn and me getting back from a shepherdessing excursion (read: school thing) basically states what's been bothering me better than my tired mind could.
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Originally Posted by Nilp
Maybe he's picking from the Ns. You've been cursed, haven't you?
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*groans*
Conspiracy theorist that I am... why does this strike me as trying to kill the shepherdess with a penchant for alliteration? I've denied the 'L's, so now it's 'N's?
What was my point? I had a point when I started typing...
I give up. I'm going to tend sheep (read: go to bed) early tonight. I'll come back in the morning and try to think a bit more clearly.