EddieIrvine的个人资料

§ELF·半水§无聊算了E爸的家谱 Beren（1 Edain）和Luthien（1/2Sindar，1/2Maiar）生下Dior，结果是：1/2 Edain，1/4Sindar，1/4Maiar）。 Dior与Nimloth（1Sindar）婚后，生下的Elwing是：1/4Edain，5/8Sindar，1/8Maiar）。 Elwing与Earendil（1/2 Noldor，1/2Edain）结合，生下Elrond&Elros。结果是：3/8Edain，1/16Maiar，5/16Sindar，1/4Noldor。也就是说E爸其实Sindar的血统比Noldor的多了1/16，也就是说……或许他应该算成Sindar？

今天地球日，觉得改名叫“Gaia节”大概能更出名点…… 我们这里下雨了……Gaia哭了……

§ELF·半水§HoME读后总结

§ELF·灌水§买到了HoME 5c box Ballatine Books的那个最便宜的版本……每本才五十几块，一直都是2~5个月发货。前两天看到amazon.cn上居然有货！！！瞬间冲动地定了……

可能习惯了就淡定了吧T_T混论坛的时间还短……

或许在于他退役太早又没拿过冠军……捂脸……都没人知道唉

我名字一点都不可爱！这人明明是舒马赫当年队友！TAT

又被人叫做edd *小*朋*友*TAT……真的伤不起啊！

【清明贺文】眠龙勿扰承诺的GGSS贺文~~~~~这两天写贺文写晕头转向的orz

请问可不可以把我的英文同人发上来求教啊…… 因为在英文同人圈子没有熟人觉得莫名地发邮件给别人求beta不好意思，所以…… 主要写的是关于进攻Doriath前后的事情，POV是Maglor。因为那天觉得很奇怪为什么费诺七子wander了那么久还能纠结起一支军队进攻Doriath所以就脑补了原因…… 问题在于！！！这吧里的英文帝们都很严肃啊捂脸……but I can't help take a particularly forgiving approach towards Maedhros.....另外一个小问题是，原来有很少一点点slash，不过发上来的话我会删掉的因为不是重点。

想问个Silm的问题…… 求个答案…… 泪雨之战那章，“but the sons of Ulfang went over suddenly to Morgoth and drove in upon the rear of the sons of Fëanor, and in the confusion that they wrought they came near to the standard of Maedhros. They reaped not the reward that Morgoth promised them, for Maglor slew Uldor”，Morgoth当时是承诺了什么reward的说…… 捂脸……老是找不着……

关于精灵说谎的问题不记得是哪里讲的了……是说精灵本身不会撒谎，还是精灵一说谎就会被发现？而且貌似这跟精灵的spirit有关系还是什么来着……不太记得了。求帮忙阐释……最好能引用原话~谢谢^_^

有关Gil-galad的性格的问题首先我是完全没有看过Silmarillion里面刚多林后面的东西了……HoME更是浮云只是最近看同人发现Gil-galad貌似被写成那种成天乐哈哈、到处和女人调情、在选秘书之类的事情上更喜欢用下半身思考的那种家伙呢？（额我貌似写得很恐怖，其实不是啦……就是类似那种玩得特high的小孩） SO，好奇原著里面对于Gil-galad的性格有没有描写呢？

关于Gil-galad的性格首先我是完全没有看过Silmarillion里面刚多林后面的东西了……HoME更是浮云只是最近看同人发现Gil-galad貌似整体印象属于那种成天乐哈哈、到处和女人调情、在选秘书之类的事情上更喜欢用下半身思考的那种家伙呢？（额我貌似写得很恐怖，其实不是啦……就是类似那种玩得特high的小孩） SO，好奇原著里面对于Gil-galad的性格有没有描写呢？

关于Tom Bombadil的问题 Goldberry究竟是他妻子还是女儿呀？我看原著一直以为是女儿的说？哪位高人知道哪指出过么？

[原创]Nagini's insipid experience(squick) Nagini was hunting, got kidnapped by Fawkes, and was saved by the Boy-Who-Can-Not-Help-Helping-Others. Very boring. Albus/Tom hinted. Nagini wasn’t used to hunting by herself. In childhood and adolescence she was quite content with the caretakers in London Zoo. Then she had her friend Tom who secured her an infallible supply of rodents, and sometimes even human flesh-though she did not really take to the flavor, the size satiated her great appetite just exactly. But now-she cursed-that Tom would be abroad for a few months, she had to hunt herself. Not that there was no Death Eaters willing to take up the job of feeding her, but she didn’t have much trust in their name-Eaters sounded as if they were ready to snatch food from her. So she was now wandering the heath for any sight of potential preys. The pasture was infested with rats, but presently there wasn’t a single one of them. Probably they had become trained by those cunning malicious humans who could never be tired of deploying traps and poisons everywhere. After another long search in vain, she decided to take a rest. Her eyes roamed the blue sky for a change from the drab color of the blasted grassland. A flash of red and gold entered her sight. A bird, a big, fat bird with a blunt beak that seemed not very intimidating. Nagini thought about a change of diet-she had heard of relatives living on trees and hunting birds. That sounded like a good idea. She glanced about and found a sad-looking sand jujube tree. Sighing, she slithered onto it. The leaves weren’t doing good camouflage but after all she didn’t really expect a perfect ambush. Thankfully that stupid bird was carelessly enough to let its long tail brushing the branches as it hummed light-heartedly. God, it was obviously unaware of its apparent lack of musical talent. The tuneless babbling was nothing compared to Tom’s full range of rock’n’roll CDs. Then the bird swooped-dammit! I was detected, thought Nagini, I forgot birds also predate on snakes. Claws sank into Nagini’s skin. She felt herself lifted from the tree-the safe, reliable solid tree-into the very air supported by nothing but gaseous nitrogen and oxygen. “Leave me alone you prick!” hissed Nagini angrily. The bird didn’t listen, instead, it examined Nagini suspiciously. “You resembled my master’s lover.” said the bird. Nagini was horrified. Now she was not only in possession of a bird that held a possibility of snake-eating, but the said bird was also very probable of containing corrupted grey matter. Brilliant, Nagini, thought her to herself. But it was Tom who should be blamed for this, of course, how could any responsible, loving human abandon his very single friend for sake of some indecipherable foreign affairs! “Yes, he flashed in your eyes just now,” said the bird thoughtfully, “maybe I should bring you to my master. He would like you.” Great, thought Nagini, at least I wouldn’t face any lethal danger, but I was probably going to brook two lunatics namely the bird and its very master. But then someone with black hair and green eyes caught her glimpse as she looked down. It was Tom! Nagini almost cried out in gratitude-not for Tom even if that would mean for the damn God, she thought grudgingly. “Help!” she hissed out as loudly as she could. The pale boy looked up. “What are you doing Fawkes!” he exclaimed, “I don’t suppose phoenixes eat snakes.” He freed Nagini from the grasp of said Fawkes, who was still humming innocently. “Master said he would give me a box of lemon drops if I brought him his lover.” Said Fawkes, “But anyway, you are the kind-hearted-boy-who-lived, and I don’t love lemon drops frantically.” The boy seemed not understand phoenixes’ language. And he wasn’t Tom now that Nagini managed to take a closer look. But to be polite she still hissed, “Thanks, I suppose I should go back to hunt now.” The impression of claws still lingered on her back. Claws were something too adhesive for a decent sleek snake to like. “Farewell then,” hissed back the boy. He straightened up, and walked into the castle with the bird. Later in her life, when Nagini had got over all the shock, and recalled the warmth of the red and golden feathers, and the coarse claws, the blunt beak, and the kindness of the boy who looked exactly like Tom, she named the whole thing the adventure of her life. Snakes worshipped her for an experience like that. She loved it.