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[Oct. 12th, 2009|06:19 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | &argon&ecthelion, &argon&gil-galad, &beleg&turin, &earendil&idril, &ecthelion&gil-galad, &ecthelion&glorfindel, &gil-galad&glorfindel, &idril&tuor, @sirion, argon, beleg, duilin, earendil, ecthelion, gil-galad, glorfindel, idril, nimloth, salgant, tuor, turin | ] |
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*as promised, hightails it inside immediately after seeing her niece wed to "that cute boy", as her mother might say*
*moves a couple of namecards around and parks herself at the table nearest the bar after finagling a couple of drinks for her and Gil-galad* Thank Eru. It was freezing out there, bless Itarillë's heart. She's wearing a strapless and I don't think she even noticed. At the risk of becoming a cliché, I fucking love open bars. |
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[Sep. 21st, 2009|12:11 pm] |
*received word from Glorfindel (before he left Gondolin again) that he'd spoken to Tuor*
*has since been worrying herself silly wondering what Tuor said/thought/did when he found out, but he hasn't tried to contact her since, and that, at least, seems promising* *or she's pretty sure she'd have heard about it if Glorfindel was going around sporting any war wounds at the moment, anyway*
*finally decides she's got to be brave for the love of her life, even if it breaks her heart to see him again* *sends word for him to meet her at an appointed time, going to wait for him in her favorite place in the palace—her gardens* |
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[Aug. 15th, 2009|03:28 pm] |
*having been sent on a wild goose chase for much of the night of the ball, makes his way back to the Palace*
*had been told that there was a sighting of Maeglin at a bar and then in Place of the Gods and then at the train station and has, all in all, been running around here there and everywhere* *adding insult to injury, was informed by the costume shop that his costume had been misplaced*
*is, therefore, waiting by the doors of the ballroom, looking a little dishevelled in jeans and a t-shirt and trying to figure out how he can make it up to Idril* (*does so hate to disappoint her*) |
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[Aug. 25th, 2008|12:32 am] |
| [ | Tags | | | &earendil&idril, &earendil&tuor, &finrod&idril, &finrod&turgon, &idril&tuor, &idril&turgon, @gondolin:palace, earendil, finrod, idril, tuor, turgon | ] |
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| |  hopeful | ] |
*can't decide if she's excited or worried for Idril's return to Gondolin, particularly after her unpleasant encounter with Elenwë*
*on one hand, Idril was actually starting to like her before... everything*
*on the other hand... everything*
*ends up in the foyer around the time they're due to return* *really wishes Pete would stop looking at her like she needs to be tackled and restrained* |
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[Aug. 23rd, 2008|09:42 am] |
*lays on the deck of the boat, sunning himself and napping and having a very peaceful time of it*
*looks over when his cell phone beeps and opens it to read the message*
FROM: Turgon - HOME NOW. >:(
*sighs and closes the phone and sets it aside*
*goes back to his half-drowsing until it beeps again a minute later*
FROM: Turgon - I MEAN IT. |
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[Aug. 12th, 2008|02:17 pm] |
*couldn't see the sea when they arrived in Sirion the night before*
*doesn't want to wait a minute longer, though, now that the day is here and there's more water to play in than you can find in a fountain*
*drags his parents out to the beach and stops and stares when he sees all that water that goes on and on forever*
*walks forward slowly* Wow. |
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[Aug. 8th, 2008|12:03 am] |
*basically skulks around for a long time after utterly losing his shit in front of Idril and Eärendil* *really hates his temper sometimes except that it tends to be really handy other times*
*knows he needs to talk to Idril and try to explain himself, because she doesn't know him and she doesn't understand and how could she possibly understand* *figures he's pretty much screwed everything up, but needs to try at least for his son's sake*
*waits until Eärendil's finally asleep, or at least pretending to be (he's upset) before knocking on his wife's Idril's door* |
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[Aug. 4th, 2008|03:09 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | &earendil&ecthelion, &earendil&idril, &earendil&salgant, &earendil&tuor, &ecthelion&idril, &ecthelion&salgant, &ecthelion&tuor, &idril&salgant, &idril&tuor, @gondolin:fountain, earendil, ecthelion, idril, salgant, tuor | ] |
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*takes a walk with Eärendil down to the House of the Fountain to meet Ecthelion for lunch* *comes bearing sandwiches even if she didn't make them herself!*
*sits on the front steps and kicks off her shoes, watching smilingly as Eärendil splashes in the fountain*
*graciously turns down the Fountain staff's attempts to invite her inside (because if she doesn't go in, he'll have to come out, and it's just such a lovely day)* |
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[Jul. 9th, 2008|11:36 am] |
*finds Turgon to be more hellishly annoying raucous than usual today* *who knows what's wrong with him?*
*maybe he's upset about his father being in town?*
*decides to find a private place to seek asylum* *ends up in the music room (no one's going to look for him there), plunking out notes (with his index fingers) on the piano* |
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[Jun. 22nd, 2008|12:29 pm] |
*has been watching his Mom from a careful distance over the past few days, and, despite the warnings, is curious* *see also: isn't stupid*
*goes out to play in the gardens, hovering close to a place she might eventually be*
...*gets distracted hunting down pebbles for his "sculpture"* |
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[Apr. 29th, 2008|10:59 am] |
*finally, finally manages to make it into the actual city of Delving*
*after fifteen too many vigorous friskings by fifteen too many over-zealous border patrols*
*makes his way to the address Turgon provided and tries not to immediately go into over-protective overload when he gets a look at the place*
*knocks at the door, asks for Idril, is told she is "out", and has the door slammed in his face*
This city's just full of hospitality. *settles down on the stoop to wait, wondering what exactly his cover story is again...?* |
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discontent
peaceful
enthralled
harassed
curious
blah