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May. 25th, 2005 01:52 pmSomewhere in Mexico…
"I have to tell you about this great little place- a place to talk about elves," explains Laura as she cuddles in bed between Glorfindel and Erestor.
"Will they talk about me?" asks Glorfindel slyly.
Laura nods. "Absolutely."
"And me?" Erestor looks a little worried.
Grinning, Laura hugs him. "They'll only say good things about you. It's going to be a haven, for elves and for self inserts and Mary Sue types..."
Somewhere on the West Coast...
"... so that people can read stories about them, and add their own to the archive to keep things fresh and exciting."
"Is there a category for me?" drawls Haldir as he feeds Mei another strawberry.
"Canon elves are most certainly a welcome sight in the archives," she tells him, licking her lips.
"What about me?" asks the elf whose lap she is sitting on.
"Movie elves, muses, non-canon and original characters, it's all about the elves and the ladies who love them," Mei tells Dinendal. "The stories are the basis of the archive, but..."
Somewhere in the Midwest...
Snuggled up next to Celeborn while Thranduil sits on the floor playing 'Mortal Kombat', Zhie continues, "... there's going to be art, lots of art, two places for art in fact. An art gallery, and an adult art gallery," she says smugly.
"Adult art? I should draw something. Can I put my art in the gallery?" asks the elflord.
"What if I just want to look?" questions Thranduil warily.
"You can look, you can participate, you can read, review, comment, and just have yourself a great time."
Somewhere in Middle-earth...
"I keep hearing about this great new site, Rumil, but I don't know where it is," complains Orophin.
"It's not a site, it's a portal. A group of sites, all linked together," Rumil tells his brother.
Anxiously, Orophin tugs on Rumil's sleeve. "But where, Rumil? Where?"
Legolas suddenly jumps into the midst of them, holding up a large banner. "Save Paris!" he yells, then, looking down at the banner sheepishly, and turns it over. "I mean, 'Dream Elf Dot Com!’" He notices a butterfly and runs off.
--~--~--~--~--~
You are invited to the Dream Elf Open House!
May 25, 2005 – May 31, 2005
http://www.dreamelf.com
It’s not a website. It’s an adventure.
Hope to see you there!
-The Inklettes
"I have to tell you about this great little place- a place to talk about elves," explains Laura as she cuddles in bed between Glorfindel and Erestor.
"Will they talk about me?" asks Glorfindel slyly.
Laura nods. "Absolutely."
"And me?" Erestor looks a little worried.
Grinning, Laura hugs him. "They'll only say good things about you. It's going to be a haven, for elves and for self inserts and Mary Sue types..."
Somewhere on the West Coast...
"... so that people can read stories about them, and add their own to the archive to keep things fresh and exciting."
"Is there a category for me?" drawls Haldir as he feeds Mei another strawberry.
"Canon elves are most certainly a welcome sight in the archives," she tells him, licking her lips.
"What about me?" asks the elf whose lap she is sitting on.
"Movie elves, muses, non-canon and original characters, it's all about the elves and the ladies who love them," Mei tells Dinendal. "The stories are the basis of the archive, but..."
Somewhere in the Midwest...
Snuggled up next to Celeborn while Thranduil sits on the floor playing 'Mortal Kombat', Zhie continues, "... there's going to be art, lots of art, two places for art in fact. An art gallery, and an adult art gallery," she says smugly.
"Adult art? I should draw something. Can I put my art in the gallery?" asks the elflord.
"What if I just want to look?" questions Thranduil warily.
"You can look, you can participate, you can read, review, comment, and just have yourself a great time."
Somewhere in Middle-earth...
"I keep hearing about this great new site, Rumil, but I don't know where it is," complains Orophin.
"It's not a site, it's a portal. A group of sites, all linked together," Rumil tells his brother.
Anxiously, Orophin tugs on Rumil's sleeve. "But where, Rumil? Where?"
Legolas suddenly jumps into the midst of them, holding up a large banner. "Save Paris!" he yells, then, looking down at the banner sheepishly, and turns it over. "I mean, 'Dream Elf Dot Com!’" He notices a butterfly and runs off.
--~--~--~--~--~
You are invited to the Dream Elf Open House!
May 25, 2005 – May 31, 2005
http://www.dreamelf.com
It’s not a website. It’s an adventure.
Hope to see you there!
-The Inklettes
