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[Aug. 20th, 2008|03:40 pm] |
*despite herself, is actually enjoying living in Ondolindë, now that she doesn't have to put up with certain annoyances on a daily basis*
*as the hotel is doing well and practically running itself, has had a good deal of leisure time with which to enjoy reading again, to work on her music (has taken up the flute), and write her memoir*
*takes a break from all this today, though, to sit outside her favorite café and enjoy some gelato* *likes hazelnut the best* |
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[Feb. 16th, 2008|10:03 am] |
*finally does what he came to Delving to do and makes his way to his wife and daughter's hotel*
*inquires at the desk and finds they've gone out for the evening with the Noldorin Ambassador*
*spends about five seconds processing this information before coming to a conclusion:*
Oh, that's bad. That's really bad.
*takes a seat in the lobby and waits the wait of a condemned man* |
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[Feb. 11th, 2008|02:37 pm] |
*has, for reasons she cannot possibly understand, been committed to an evening out with her (mess of a) daughter and her husband's (whore of a) lover*
*makes a mental note to have a very long (but gentle) talk with Itarillë about committing people to social engagements without their prior permission* *specifically about how she shouldn't do it, ever, especially not with such low class company*
*is a dutiful mother, though, and consents* *has noticed Itaril missing Turukáno and will do anything in her power to keep the girl complacent*
*receives a call from the front desk precisely at 7 p.m. saying a guest has arrived*
*sighs, and goes down to greet her, gritting her teeth all the way* *will also be speaking with Itarillë about being ready when guests arrive so that her poor, put-upon mother doesn't have to spend time uncomfortably associating with heathens* |
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