My mind has all of the dubious appeal of a junque shoppe wherein some of the afternoon sunlight is too lazy to leave, and can thus one has to pick bits out of out of one's drink at dinner. Also one never knows when one is going to trip over a foot-stool that then tries to bite. Silly place. Just ask Levade.

Maybe inspire me to do another drawing?

Perhaps?

I am abso-stinking-lutely so spoiled for choice that I don't know which way to look!! Any requests? If I started listing the pictures, it would be midnight before I got halfway through. So vivid. So, so vivid, and that's just the ones I can see. I can't draw the way I see Erestor's eyes softly flicking to and fro, as if he's looking all around and unnervingly through Glorfindel, searching for this unseen thing that is so bothering his friend.

I'd try, though.