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[Mar. 21st, 2011|12:33 am] |
*Hears tell of a new resident in the palace.*
*Goes to his classroom and rakes around in the craft cupboard until he finds what he's looking for: a crudely made, white cloth hat bearing the letters "F A C T S," crafted from fuzzy-felt and glued on haphazardly.*
*Dons this hat and goes to investigate.* |
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[Jan. 30th, 2011|02:42 am] |
*Is glued to the front desk because the phones have been going mad all day (an unspecified crisis in another province will do that).*
*This is stressful enough but she wouldn't let it bother her under normal circumstances but circumstances are not normal because someone has stolen her cigarettes and replaced them with a pack of nicotine gum.*
*Unwraps a stick of gum and starts chewing while she cross-references phone messages by time-stamp and alphabetically (has already arranged her pens by size and colour).*
Urgh. This tastes like ass. |
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[Jan. 5th, 2011|07:28 pm] |
*following a leisurely Erumas, spent in Vinyamar, with very little done by way of work (just the merest bit of rum-running and the removal of some goods here and there)*
*bids his parents goodbye (and his mother gives him a packed lunch, d'awww) and makes his way to Gondolin* Eru, it's been a while.
*checks into a boutique hotel in town and, after lunch, ventures into the city, to see how much or little it has changed since Arda (the fact that it's not just been razed to the ground helps with the first impression, certainly)* |
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[Aug. 12th, 2010|06:58 pm] |
*it's six o'clock on a Thursday evening, the marrieds are out on dates, and the honor of all Gondolin rests in the hands (well, thumbs) of two brave souls huddled in one far-flung, dimly-lit corner of the Palace*
*pops a chip into his mouth and passes a Twizzler to his companion, inspecting the TV screen* I think that Ossiriand guy went home crying. Pfft. It's called Super Smash for a reason! |
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[Mar. 26th, 2010|05:19 pm] |
*Took charge of the situation when a dog-sitting opportunity came up, to show his parents that he can be reliable, dependable, responsible and lots of other words ending in "-able."*
*Makes sure she's fed and watered every day, never gives her chocolate (though he does give-in if he's having sausages and bacon for breakfast now and again. She deserves the occassional treat and how can you say no to that face? He's only human.*
*Besides, she can always work it off when he takes her for her walkies, so he decides to take her on a new route today; through the park, on one of the more challenging paths, the kind that's a little bit overgrown, not paved or gravelled, the kind that gets a little squelchy underfoot just after the rain. Which it is.*
*Returns to the palace, leaving a trail of muddy paw and footprints leading up to his room.* |
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[Nov. 28th, 2009|07:57 pm] |
*gets it into his head to stretch his legs, as it's coming into flu season (one of his busiest times of year!)*
*goes to Gondolin (it's been a while) and settles in a café, not really noticing that all of the other tables around him fill up, though the tables next to his are the last to fill up and the waitress really isn't being all that attentive to his continued caffeine needs*
*sits, stretching his legs out in front of him, and waits for someone of interest to pass by* |
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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 | ] |
| [ | Mood |
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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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[Oct. 11th, 2009|09:46 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | &aredhel&idril, &aredhel&nimloth, &argon&gil-galad, &beleg&turin, &duilin&glorfindel, &earendil&ecthelion, &earendil&tuor, &ecthelion&glorfindel, &ecthelion&tuor, &glorfindel&salgant, @sirion, aredhel, argon, beleg, celebrian, duilin, earendil, ecthelion, elrond, gil-galad, glorfindel, idril, nimloth, salgant, tuor, turin | ] |
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*arrived yesterday in Sirion and was rather taken aback at how familiar it all seems, in spite of the fast food joints and supermarkets* *is very taken by the hotel on the seafront (though not as taken by it as Idril is) and is very satisfied with the security measures put in place by Rôg*
*wakes up (or is woken up by Ecthelion) good and early on the morning of the wedding, which is at noon* *indulges in a pint or two in the hotel bar to steady his nerves (and has no idea why Ecthelion is so nervous, seeing as he's not the one getting married today) (not that Tuor is nervous either, of course!)*
*finally, just before noon, is standing at the top of a makeshift aisle on the beach, enjoying the very end of the warm(-ish) autumn sunshine*
*murmuring* Now I'll allow that kilts probably weren't the best choice. Still, my skin hue must match my blue tartan, right? |
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[Sep. 23rd, 2009|10:14 pm] |
*Is indeed, not stupid and knows that something's up.*
*Hears that Glorfindel is back in town so takes a wander over to the Flower.*
*Shuffles through the lobby looking out for him, when he spots a sign on the front desk that says, "INFORMATION."*
*Stands on his tip-toes.* Excuse me? What's a good way to cheer up a lady? |
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[Aug. 3rd, 2009|11:08 pm] |
*Constructs an elaborate fleet of paper ships and sets them afloat in Ecthelion's fountain.*
*Takes a deep breath, huffs and puffs at the boats to create a miniature gale (idly wonders if it's blasphemous to play at pretending to be Manwë).*
*Pushes his hand through the water to simulate a wave (has a strong, unexplainable suspicion that Ulmo doesn't have a problem with blasphemy).* |
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[Oct. 24th, 2008|12:18 pm] |
*following another long morning (into afternoon) of work at the Flower, broken up by a couple of intelligence briefings (and no lunch), drives over to the Fountain, only to learn that the 3 o'clock has been cancelled* *is really rather concerned to hear that it is because the Lord of the Fountain is unwell and has to talk himself out of going to Ecthelion's quarters to see for himself* *feels a bit guilty that he hasn't seen Ecthelion since the other morning but tells himself that the guilt has everything to do with his own desire to see Ecthelion and nothing to do with any perceived need on Ecthelion's side*
*instead of giving in to his initial instinct, gets back in his car and drives to the Palace because he wants to have Words (in a very polite way) with the King or with Tuor, or even Eärendil, at a pinch* |
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[Aug. 25th, 2008|12:32 am] |
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*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. 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. 4th, 2008|03:09 pm] |
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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. 14th, 2008|12:17 pm] |
*tiptoes through the house, peering around doors and hiding behind pillars and generally being a Secret Agent* *is good at not being seen when he doesn't want to be seen*
*eventually, after a long and circuitous route to shake off his tail (if he has one), winds up at his mother's sitting room*
*peeks in and sees her working on her embroidery* *waits until she stops for a moment (wouldn't want her to stick herself with a needle!) before knocking softly* |
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[Jul. 2nd, 2008|09:05 pm] |
*has calmed down rather a lot in recent times although couldn't help but notice that Ingwë had left Taniquetil* *thinks that everything's far less interesting now that her primary source of eye-candy has left town*
*casts her gaze over Beleriand and settles over Gondolin* *is delighted to see that things are going according to plan*
*streams down onto a balcony, lingering around the railing like strung-out fairy-lights* |
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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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[Jun. 14th, 2008|10:36 pm] |
*has heard that Ecthelion isn't in the city and finds that his core belief structure has been shaken rather dramatically by this single fact*
*mooches around town before settling on a smoky jazz bar (one of Ecthelion's favourites)*
*sits in the corner with a beer but just isn't that interested in drinking* *see? core belief structure shaken!*
*doodles on a napkin*
even though i know the time's not right
i can sometimes take it
it's when you say it'll never be right
i can't take it
so let's just fake it
for a little while
for me
*flips the napkin over*
even though i know you won't fake it
i don't take it to heart
it's when you go ahead and break it
just rip it all apart
can't quite fix it
not me.
*pulls a face and balls up the napkin, tossing it towards the stage*
*has a sudden, much happier thought: if Ecthelion isn't in the city, then he and Eärendil can go and paddle in the fountains!*
*gets to his feet, leaving his beer untouched, and goes out into the Gondolin sunlight* |
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[Jun. 13th, 2008|09:51 pm] |
*has eagles little birdies everywhere keeping him abreast of things*
*and isn't entirely clueless as to why his mother might have chosen now to stop by*
*wanders around looking for her, after sending Ecthelion off to retrieve his misguided youth* |
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[Jun. 10th, 2008|11:46 am] |
*out of nowhere, finds himself heading home from... somewhere?*
*doesn't recognize a lot of the buildings and people and thinks that's really strange and maybe someone's playing a silly joke on him?*
*gets to his house and realizes someone must be playing a joke on him, because that building's not his house*
*sits down on a bench and stares up at the sign* "Gondolin Memorial"...? |
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curious
cranky
RESPONSIBLE.
blah
busy
enthralled
melancholy