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[Aug. 18th, 2008|05:57 pm] |
*finishes closing up her apartment in Delving (with profuse apologies to the landlord for leaving with so little notice)* *arranges for the few things she wants to be sent to Gondolin and calls the local Donation Center to pick up the rest*
*gets a chance to visit her itty bitty Eruson before he's kidnapped and, Eru, babies are cute, aren't they?*
*finally meets Turgon at the agreed upon rendezvous point for the trip back to Gondolin* *wow, this is happening fast* |
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[Aug. 14th, 2008|09:50 am] |
*has no idea what the frell is going on*
*one minute, the boss is leaving for a little vacation with her cousin/lover, and the next, she's resigned via letter and he's getting phonecalls from the higher-ups about filling in until a replacement Ambassador can be found*
*is, quite frankly, at the high end of Worry (this isn't like her, never has been)*
*rings her cell phone* *hopes she'll pick up--maybe this strange pod-Finrod won't remember how much she used to rely on him* |
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[Aug. 12th, 2008|09:56 am] |
*spends the day out with Turgon, but finds herself mostly distracted by a nagging thought*
*tells him to take a nap when they return to the hotel, while she runs a few errands* (*yes, dear, there are still errands on vacations*)
*locks herself in the bathroom when she comes back to take a hot bath*
*comes out twenty minutes later, wrapped in a towel, and sits on the edge of the bed* *feels like she can't breathe* |
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[Aug. 10th, 2008|08:44 pm] |
*is not having the most pleasant of weekends*
*to wit:
(A) received a particular letter from his cousin (totally, cousin) which was both expected and unexpected and still leaves him short one Ambassador in Delving.
(B) appears to have agreed to send his private jet to collect his half-cousin, in spite of the diplomatic issues that may arise*
*in spite of it all, is looking forward to seeing Maedhros again* *really, really is* |
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[Aug. 6th, 2008|01:57 pm] |
*wakes up early in the hotel in Ye Olde Hobb Towne (Historic District)* *finding Turgon still asleep, slips out of bed and over to the desk, where the letter she penned while he was showering the night before is waiting*
My Lord Findekáno,
In light of recent events, I feel it would no longer be wise to continue our professional relationship. I hope you will agree with me on this point and not attempt to persuade me otherwise.
Therefore, I am resigning my post as Ambassador to Delving, effective last week immediately. I realize my sudden departure may cause you some difficulty, so I will do my best to make any transition as smooth as possible. My assistant, Etrahildo, knows the office and duties well, and will suffice to continue running operations until a replacement can be found. To aid you in this search, I have included a list of qualified persons.
Please let me know if I can be of further assistance in this matter.
Regards,
Findaráto Arafinwiel
*puts it in an envelope, seals it, addresses it, and runs down to the desk to have it shipped out with the morning post*
*returns to the room, and bed, as quickly as she left and waits quietly for Turgon to wake, reassuring herself that she did the right thing* |
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[Jul. 31st, 2008|08:29 am] |
*helicopters his way to Delving and gets through the borders easily with the security pass Finrod gave him back when he was visiting more frequently*
*makes his way to her apartment, stopping to buy flowers on the way* *it can't hurt, right?* |
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[Jul. 24th, 2008|10:40 am] |
*wakes in the morning, gradually stirring into consciousness, feeling sore and tired but utterly content* *feels the weight and heat of a body next to her in bed, and curls into it happily*
*slowly becomes aware of something strange and different: a slighter chest to rest her head upon, no snoring softer breathing, and a racing from years of continual stress heart*
*and, just as slowly, remembers the night before, bit by bit, in vivid detail*
*doesn't open her eyes, wanting to believe this was all a dream, but is horrified by the reality of it*
*softly, barely audibly* Oh, Eru. |
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[Jul. 22nd, 2008|07:23 pm] |
*arrives in Delving on an evening train, which was supposed to be an afternoon train but it was delayed by a number of hours for a 'random' security check at the Doriath border*
*stays true to his promise to his baby brother and, after he's checked into a hotel, sets out for Finrod's appartment, dialling her number as he walks*
*has the faintest suspicion that he's being followed but assumes that this is a normal feeling in Delving, given the combined powers of Thingol's paranoia and his own paranoia* |
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[Jul. 13th, 2008|10:38 pm] |
*putters around in his kitchen, making dinner (for one, as always)*
*has his laptop perched on the counter and his other laptop set up on the table (as usual)* *alternates between picking at his email on one and tapping out lines of experimental coding on the other*
*sets a pot of water on to boil while the chicken defrosts*
*figures he'll give his boss a call, since watching the pot will only make him impatient* *isn't good at Impatient*
*tucks his Bluetooth in his ear and hits the speed dial* |
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[Jul. 8th, 2008|02:45 pm] |
*wakes up in a cold sweat, biting her lip to keep from crying*
*can still see her face, as clear as if it had just happened -- the very image she spent a lifetime trying to forget* *feels an overwhelming urge to be sick*
*struggles to free herself from Turgon's arm and then climbs… no, slithers, out of bed and onto the floor to find her clothes* |
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[Jul. 6th, 2008|10:35 pm] |
*after a tiring evening, falls into an ultimately uncomfortable sleep*
*stirs slightly at some point, but very quickly falls away again*
[There is darkness everywhere, a darkness unlike anything he has ever known before. He is ashamed to admit it, and would not admit it if asked, but he is terrified. This night has gone on forever -- without Treelight to tell the hours, for all he knows it has been forever. Now it is done. The harsh words have been spoken, the speeches made, and the decisions decided upon. There is just one thing left.
He rushes, as quickly as he can go, trying to find her. He does not relish what must come next, but he knows he will feel no peace until it is done. He will know no peace until she is at his side and he can see that she is safe and whole.] |
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[Jul. 5th, 2008|12:33 pm] |
*despite his earlier words, goes down to the train station himself to meet Finrod when she arrives*
*needs to clear his head after finding out about Írissë's pregnancy*
*waits on the platform, pacing, and feeling more and more worried about everything* |
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[Jul. 2nd, 2008|11:28 am] |
*receives a really rather interesting fax from the Marchwardens* *hmm*
*spends some time looking it over before approving it and sending it off*
*waits until later, when she's alone and guaranteed some privacy, before making a long-overdue phone call* |
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[Jun. 18th, 2008|10:36 am] |
*is exhausted and distracted after another night of disturbed sleep*
*only barely manages to remember her parents and sister are coming for a visit and then only because it's written in big letters on her calendar*
*finds it nearly impossible to focus on work* |
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[Jun. 8th, 2008|07:18 pm] |
*gets into her hotel room very late/early after a night shoot*
*takes a hot shower and slips into her nightclothes, padding over to the bed with her hair in a towel* *settles into the mound of pillows stacked against the headboard, cell phone in hand*
*dials Ingil, knowing he tends to keep odd hours* *receives no answer, and so leaves a message* Hi, dollface, it's me! Just calling to check in, see how you're doing, how school's going, how Telu's treating you (very well, I'm sure, you know I'm just kidding)... I miss you, you know. I'll try to get down there to see you again soon, okay? Love you, talk to you soon. Bye. *smiles and hangs up*
*is soon absorbed in an infomercial for some kind of cleaning product* *absently wonders how in the world such programs manage to be so terribly engaging, especially when one is exhausted?* *thinks she may have to research this*
*dozes off just as the Kwik-Brite 9000 jingle starts rolling for the sixth time*
[It certainly isn't her first festival, nor even her first on his arm, but never before has he felt so right at her side, as though he has always been there (and always will be). She glances up at him, glimpses the mingled Treeslight reflecting in his eyes, and the ever-present friendly little twist at the corner of his mouth. Beautiful, she thinks to herself wonderingly. And for the first time in a long time, Amarië of the Vanyar is content to simply bask in the beauty of another...
"Will you be performing, Findaráto?" She curls her hands around his arm and leans into him, smiling brightly in anticipation of the answer. Out of the corner of her eye, she notes no less than four separate courtiers watching her--no doubt wondering what their Princess is doing, fawning all over a prince of the youngest line. Once upon a time, she might have cared for their opinion (or at least pretended to, for decorum's sake). Now, however, she cannot bring herself to even acknowledge their existence beyond subtly reaching up to touch the delicate diadem nestled in her hair. "After all," she continues smoothly, "you have been working so hard on that lovely piece you played for me the other day. It would be a shame if mine were the only ears to be so blessed."] |
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[May. 26th, 2008|11:18 pm] |
*is uneasy the entire day after her meeting with Amarië* *only half-participates in her evening phone conversation, glossing over the details of the day, intent on making them shine*
*finds her mind troubled, and distracts herself with paperwork late into the evening, eventually falling asleep over her work*
[She finds herself walking down a gently sloping hill of tall grasses, the world lit in a familiar golden color. A blanket is tucked under one arm, and the other arm ends by holding a hand, softer and smaller -- beautiful. It is only then she feels the rush of emotions that accompany this simple action: happiness, anticipation, peace.
"You will like this place. I am certain of it. Turvo and I found it not long ago and my first thought was of you. It's not far yet." It is with an air of detachment that she realizes she spoke the words, though the voice was not her own. It was her own, though -- her voice as it was when she was he. In this moment realization ends and experience begins and she is he.] |
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[May. 25th, 2008|12:35 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | &amarie&finrod, &edrahil&finrod, &finduilas&finrod, &finduilas&idril, &finrod&idril, @menegroth:aot set, amarie, edrahil, finduilas, finrod, idril | ] |
*spends a few private minutes in her limo, looking over the strip of mini-photos she and Ingil got from a booth during her visit to Ossiriand* *has to smile (genuinely!) at the silly goofy-face/bunny-ears/sibling-choking ones* :)
*sighs and carefully puts the photos away, exiting the limo with her gameface firmly in place*
*is immediately informed that some touristy-type gawkers have just arrived on the set*
*finds herself in a rather good mood and decides to go get rid of them herself, instead of making one of the underlings do it*
*heads past the lighting and camera techs and the makeup/script/blocking crew (barely noticing that they are parting before her and her entourage like the proverbial Red Sea)*
*spots the intrepid threesome and smiles her most winning smile flavored with just a dash of blatant superiority, of course*
Hello! I'm sorry, we cannot allow anyone beyond this point--too much going on, you understand, and I do believe I would KILL cry if any of the plot points were leaked to the Internet...
*trails off as she gets a better look at one of the gawkers in particular* *tilts her head in that polite "I am not fucking seeing this" manner of hers*
*at approximately -48 C* Findaráto. |
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[May. 23rd, 2008|11:36 am] |
*is going to a real live television set!*
*has no idea what she'll see or what to expect* *packs healthy snacks for her and Finrod and finds her brand-new autograph book* *isn't familiar with any of the stars, either, not having watched much of any soap opera because her mother wouldn't let her, but thinks it might make them feel special to be asked for their autographs?*
*is briefly delayed by a phone call for her absent roommate* *carefully takes down the message word for word* Spike will bring one-half keelo (sp?) Saturday, 11, on the bridge.
*this done, heads out into town to meet Finrod at her building* |
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[May. 13th, 2008|11:44 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | &amrod&galadriel, &anaire&aredhel, &anaire&argon, &anaire&fingon, &angrod&finduilas, &angrod&finrod, &aredhel&argon, &aredhel&celegorm, &aredhel&tilion, &argon&celegorm, &arien&tilion, &celegorm&nerdanel, &curufin&finduilas, &earwen&galadriel, &finarfin&galadriel, &finarfin&nerdanel, &finduilas&maglor, &fingolfin&fingon, &fingon&galadriel, &finrod&idril, &finrod&turgon, &idril&turgon, &maglor&nerdanel, &orome&tilion, &orome&vana, &vana&yavanna, @mithrim, amrod, anaire, angrod, aredhel, argon, arien, celegorm, curufin, earwen, finarfin, finduilas, fingolfin, fingon, finrod, galadriel, idril, maglor, nerdanel, orome, tilion, turgon, vana, yavanna | ] |
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*wakes up on the morning of his sister's wedding and is determined to be happy and supportive and happy and --*
*sighs and gets ready and goes to the venue (one of the courtyards in the Royal Compound) which is completely bedecked with white flowers*
*takes his seat on the bride's side and avowedly does not look at the empty seats on either side of him*
*realises he's ridiculously early when the band arrive to tune up* |
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[May. 7th, 2008|10:06 am] |
*sneaks out early on Friday while Thingol is distracted with his daily 'Beren Darts' game*
*thinks her super-competent assistant can handle things for half a day* (*Eru help him*)
*hops on the first train to Gondolin and sneaks her way into the palace* |
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