Oh noes, do not worry! RL has its stranglehold on me as as it has on you, so I more than understand it! Besides, I´m absolutely sure that, due to the Encyclopedia Britannica “immediately” is a term that covers a range from “right now after finishing my scrambled eggs” up to “maybe next week, if the car won´t break down”. So, you´re perfectly in time! :D

The “dead leg” – that is such a pithy term, it should find an iconic place in history, like the “Hole in the Wall” gang or something – it reminded me what I once heard some actor saying about playing sex scenes. That it is far less fun than it looks like and “you spend hours in positions that might look hot, all the while your arm is just dying a slowly death”. It´s hard work being sexy… XD

And you lucky fellow are able to write after work! I shall be wrapped into bacon and be served for breakfast if I ever get something done after a long day of brain-squeezing. I always knew you are an extraordinary writer, but being an extraordinary writer who is able to lure in the words whenever they are needed… ENVYYYYYYYYY! (text fades to green)

(Except serious writer´s blocks. Keep fingers crossed! :) )

Oh dear…I do believe in my latest email I did assure you that despite ‘life getting in the way’ I was indeed on MY way to reply to your extremely lovely comment immediately?! And of course, I must have meant ‘immediately’ as in ‘tomorrow’ because here I am, better rudely late than not at all! I’m so sorry!

So, thank you! :D Haha, and yes I did enjoy including that little nugget of reality, namely Faramir’s dead leg :P I think we have all been in that situation where one doesn’t wish to disturb the other occupant of the bed, or indeed, one is merely far too tired to move despite the fact a leg or arm is piping up rather loudly with a cry of ‘Hello? Hello? Fine then, pins and needles it is…’ :P I’m always the last person to fall asleep (and suffer insomnia regularly) so I do indeed share Faramir’s frustration here! And generally the whole piece was just a lovely little piece of fluff to remedy the angst-ridden creative state I’d gotten myself into with the last few stories :P I’m so glad it went down well! There’s nothing better for me than to come home after a long day and spend a little time writing something (that may or may not ever make it off of my computer) so it brings me great joy to see that when something DOES actually make that giant leap for mankind onto the internet it brings someone else some pleasure too! :)

Aaaw, the fluff! :))) No, seriously, sleepless nights are even more horrible when they´re spent next to somebody blissfully drowsing. Not only because the one struck with insomnia feels like the loneliest person in the world; but also for all the other tiny though terribly annoying details. That is one of the various reasons why I love your fics so much: you always manage to ground your stories by mentioning these little relevant irrelavancies. Like, his leg is about to fall asleep and he would love to turn around, but then he would awake the other one, BUT HELL, TURNING AROUND WOULD BE HEAVEN. These are the things the big fat tall heroic epics never talk about. X)

I can´t even tell you how much I enjoy to dive into one of your stories to stick around in there for a while. After a long day of hard work there is nothing better than a cup of tea (whiskey? Dwarvish malt beerrr? (Gímli promounciation) Gondorian ale?) and a freshly printed fic right out of Eora´s kitchen of wonders! :)