Oct. 31st, 2010

[identity profile] vaultofstars.livejournal.com
For many months, Elrond had been undertaking a gradual project along a quiet bend of the lake. He'd started in the spring, and worked through the summer days, and on into the autumn. And now, as the green had faded from much of the forest and a chill had touched the air, his work was complete. He stood upon the lakeside to survey it in its completion- a small Elven ship, crafted in the style which Círdan the Shipwright had trained his father. It was not so large as a vessel intended for seagoing purposes, being small enough for a lone sailor to handle the square-rigged sail, but the light, open hull was spacious enough to seat several individuals, if not a crowd. It was crafted to sit high upon the waters, and skillfully shaped for stability despite its shallow keel, intended to move through the shallower parts of the lake as easily as its deeper reaches. In cast, it vaguely resembled a small viking craft, but, its elegant, deceptively delicate-looking construction assured that this similarity was merely superficial.

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The Doctor hadn't always loved Halloween, but on those worlds that celebrated it (or something like it) he definitely tried to join in the fun, if there was nothing overtly intent on re-enacting a favorite horror film but with real knives instead of rubber props. He supposed at Hogwarts there was no danger of this (and even if there was, the danger was minimized) and thus strolled confidently over the grounds, rambling until he came to a pile of rather gorgeous pumpkins. He stared at them a minute, then at the door they framed. A sign read:

Pumpkins, free to a good carver.

Candy within, Trick-or-Treaters welcome.

Any tricks resulting in broken glass will be met with a boot up someone's back end.


The last bit, he noted, was scrawled rather hastily in something that his mind wanted to read as Japanese, but his eyes were registering as English. The rest was in big, spiky, dramatic handwriting, with bats, cats, and pumpkins scribbled all over the place. It very nearly covered a plaque that read 'Professor Minaminaminamino." What a name. He grinned and ducked in.

He realized what the sign meant about the boots when he saw the young girl sitting at one table. )

((OOC: I suck at making things short. Specify if you want River, Eleventy, or Kurama to play with, or be surprised <3 ))

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