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[Mar. 27th, 2011|08:04 pm] |
*leaves Aulë's, feeling thoroughly chastised and somewhat frustrated with the circumstances (he really felt he was getting somewhere with Aulendil, but their tour's been cut short for now)*
*detours briefly to Ossiriand and tracks down Telimektar to apologize for his part in the debacle* *also noses around town a bit to be sure the damage is as superficial as it first seemed (it is)*
*that done, makes his way across to his Lady's halls for a third round of apologies* *has no idea how Nienna might react, but feels he owes his patroness a visit, anyway, after everything that's happened lately* |
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[Mar. 24th, 2011|01:25 am] |
*Had forgotten just how much fun it could be to fuck about with redesign the earth's crust.*
*Has not forgotten that Aulë probably won't be the slightest bit amused and his wife will no doubt be shrieking about damaged habitats or some such nonsense.*
*Waits for Aulë to emerge and commence with the inevitable knuckle-rapping and passes the time by working very hard on keeping down that burst of giggles that's threatening to bubble up at any moment.*
*Knows that one misplaced snigger could well result in him being rapped on the knuckles with a very large hammer.* |
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[Feb. 26th, 2011|08:46 pm] |
*following through with his request, has gone with Aulendil to a point somewhere in Ossiriand's rich green wilderness, where he's spent all day attempting to complete a task that apparently every one of Aulë's Maiar could do within a week of embodiment on Arda: namely, raise a hill* *a structurally solid, geologically consistent, aesthetically pleasing hill*
*would be satisfied with just structurally solid, at this point—thus far, he's melted three good-sized patches of bedrock into magma and has reduced quite a lot of grass to cinders (wince)* *did manage, once, to pull up a vaguely hill-like structure, but that instantly collapsed into the sinkhole left beneath*
*drops his hands to his sides as another swath of grass bursts into flames* *extinguishes the blaze and sighs, turning to his companion* All right. What did I do that time? The soil doesn't want to budge all at once, no matter how I Sing at it. |
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[Feb. 20th, 2011|03:45 pm] |
*having heard from a few little birds that a certain Peredhel twin is working in television, hunts down the set of As Órë Turns with Aulendil in tow* *smiles his way past lot security, even managing to procure a couple of visitor badges*
*to his companion, as they wander across the lot and dodge knots of harried crewmembers* Busy place... Elrohir should be here somewhere, he's one of the stars. *curiously* Have you ever gotten into television? |
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[Feb. 12th, 2011|02:14 pm] |
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*on the run-up to her holiday, is a blur of activity, sprinkling a little love and tenderness into as many little hearts as possible before the big day!*
*spends some time dreaming up the perfect gifts for the family, as it were: a bottle of wine for Manwë, along with an embossed note reminding him to get the red and white camellias for Varda; a similar bottle and note for Aulë (but she suggests a home for orphaned bunnies instead of flowers); for Irmo and Estë, warm fuzzy slippers and tea-candies galore; a dozen rabbit hearts hence the bunny home for Oromë, poor thing, and she doesn't know how or what to send to Vána but maybe next year hopefully?* *never has any clue what to get for Námo and Nienna, so that'll be a gift card* *annnnd for Yérë, she has chocolate, daffodils, and a nice friendly card with the words BEHAVE YOURSELF printed inside*
*also arranges for special deliveries of candy hearts to those most deserving of their saccharine messages (i.e., those who will hate them the most)* *hmph!* |
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[Jan. 31st, 2011|07:52 pm] |
[...a message to my fellow Doriathrim, both at home and abroad... it is my sad duty to inform you that his Majesty Elu Thingol, lord of Menegroth and sovereign of all Doriath, has been killed... death occurred less than an hour into the citywide blackout of two days past... he is succeeded by his grandson, King Domíran Berenion Eluchíl... and now her Majesty the Queen Regent will address the nation...]
*scarcely hears a word of the official announcement, carried out with due sobriety by the Palace's official press secretary, nor does she recognize her own voice in the minutes that follow (somehow there are words of comfort, of strength, and she must hold fast to her people's shocked hearts while her own lies scattered on the blood-soaked carpet)*
*retires immediately afterward for lunch with her family, and they give up on their untouched food ten minutes later, choosing instead to sit together and reminisce by turns, stories and laughter and tears to fill the wide silent spaces; but she herself is silent, when Lúthien's reddened eyes still watch the doorway expectantly, and Mír's white face speaks to horror unvoiced*
*as night falls, withdraws to her private garden, leaving instructions that she is not to be disturbed for any reason* |
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[Jan. 30th, 2011|12:09 pm] |
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*after a hurried conference with the king and queen, and even more hurried efforts to muster a task force made up of a number of Gondolin's best soldiers, travels to dark Menegroth to personally verify some of this crazy shit aid the marchwardens in their fight*
*coordinates with Beleg over the phone on the train and, once in the city, outlines a basic plan of attack with the other lords of Gondolin and their women and men, strictly emphasizing periodic check-ins and cooperation with the local authorities*
We're here at Lady Melian's request, people. I expect everyone to behave like any good guest despite Doriath's history of insane foreign policy, understood? *looking at each person in turn, his eyes lingering on Glorfindel for just a moment (it's dark/are you going to be okay?)* Any questions? |
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[Jan. 29th, 2011|07:31 pm] |
*in the course of her walkabout, winds up outside one of Menegroth's power plants* *isn't sure what she'll be able to do here, if anything, but she can be of little use elsewhere; she is no Arata to sit in judgement, and Melyanna has not the luxury of comfort just now*
*makes her way inside the station and quietly rematerializes in a corner of the control room, a wide-open space lit only by a dim red emergency light* *wearing her dark blue coveralls and generic nametag (Melinda), draws not one iota of attention from the engineers and supervisors present—they're in too much hurry to look twice (and she doesn't generally attract a second look, anyway)*
*takes an unobtrusive tour of the various switchboards and computer screens, piecing together the information using what she already knows of machinery and electrical energy (which, while not on par with Vána's intricate expertise, is really quite a lot)* *sees nothing glaringly wrong to explain the power loss... possibly it's a mechanical problem that isn't registering on the monitors?*
*melts away, unnoticed, and heads for the generator at the heart of the station* |
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[Jan. 23rd, 2011|05:36 pm] |
*having been cast back into the world, wounded and unhealed, has made her way to Grand Fork—a place infamous for its dark alleys and no-good-doers (the perfect spot to cower a while, maybe figure out how to function through the pain of her every movement)*
*slinks into a seedy pub late one night and crawls into a shadowy booth in the corner, extinguishing the weak light overhead with a thought* *doesn't anticipate anyone paying attention to her, where all two patrons are slumped over the bar and the barkeep is too busy watching an old game rerun on the tube*
*gnaws the back of her hand until it bleeds (hurts, it hurts, always hurts), lapping the dark brine slowly, slowly, glaring at the humans with glittering eyes* |
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[Jan. 12th, 2011|07:43 pm] |
*Travels onwards for his magical mystery tour or Orë with Olórin.*
*Well, he says travels, it would be more accurate to say that they're sitting in a traffic jam and have been for the last hour, and this is all part of the experience apparently.*
*Tries doodling on a pad to take his mind off it but ends up jotting down theories to explain why this is happening.*
*Hisses.* It doesn't make any sense, there's no accidents, there's no road-works, why doesn't anything in this world work the way it should? |
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[Jan. 4th, 2011|01:28 am] |
*Seats himself in a Gondolin town square, waiting for Olorin so they can commence his educational tour of Orë.*
*Thinks about toning down his scepticism but as he watches the city's denizens apparently sleep-walking through their day, is fairly sure he's going to be proved right.* |
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[Dec. 6th, 2010|01:39 pm] |
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*has traveled to Dorthonion for a long-ish weekend to attend the big winter festival there, at Ashley's recommendation*
*wakes up bright and early one morning to go and have a bit of a wander in Buckleburgh (though really, they could have picked from any number of towns to stay in—Ashley wasn't kidding about the scope of local involvement) while Glorfindel sleeps in at the tiny B&B*
*wraps up warm, complete with scarf, hat, and sunglasses (partly to protect from the elements; partly to avoid being recognized outside of Gondolin, as has become a vaguely disturbing trend), and walks down to where an ice-sculpture contest is already in full swing*
*spends some time awed by some of the sculptors at work (drips and streams may haunt his dreams but ice...)* *gets so wrapped up in trying to work out how that fish isn't going to collapse once the support struts are removed that he entirely forgets which direction the B&B is*
*takes a map of the area out of his back pocket (not a very good or detailed map, unfortunately) and stares at it for a while in bewilderment (and this isn't a big town)* Hrm. Oh, wait, no...that way's north. I think? |
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[Nov. 19th, 2010|09:31 pm] |
*Goes to Gondolin to make sure everything's holding up as it should and finds that no, it isn't falling down, at least not today. He could have told Aulë that; he does good work dammit, he knows what he's doing, if he builds something it stays up, but nooooo, they have to check these things, oversight, accountability, red tape bollocks, so bloody inefficient, he could so run things better...*
*Settles in cafe to people watch because that's a damn sight more fun than checking on foundations that aren't fucking moving any time soon.*
*Quietly hums to himself and has a good listen and pigeon-holes the people he sees.*
Cheating on his wife. Shoplifter. Wants to put her mother in a home. Closet homosexual. Closet heterosexual...Eru, these people are horrid. |
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[Nov. 10th, 2010|05:42 pm] |
*hadn't thought to visit Gondolin next, but after seeing Elrond and Erestor, decides he'd better drop in on that corner* *and it's not as though he has an itinerary to rearrange, anyhow*
*leaves Menegroth and makes his way north, arriving into the city early one bright, chilly afternoon* *shrugs into his grey woolen coat and scarf (an afterthought, of course) and sets off to find Glorfindel*
*is amused when, after only an hour of wandering the streets and asking some helpful passers-by, he's directed to the rather pleasant Telerin café where the Lords of the Flower and the Fountain are supposedly lunching together* *steps in unobtrusively at first, so as not to interrupt right off the bat* |
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[Sep. 30th, 2010|09:44 pm] |
*after his... interesting evening with Melian and Thingol, decided to stay on in Menegroth a while* *for one thing, has gotten himself involved with a few local affairs (as usual!) and wants to stick around until they're resolved* *might also have some extra thinking to do, and traveling doesn't let him ruminate quite so well (what with the getting involved in local affairs)*
*wends his way round to Lórell Inn one afternoon and lets himself in quietly, so as not to disturb any patients guests in residence* *wanders as far as the front sitting room and stops in his tracks, both literal and metaphorical* Oh. Hello?. |
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[Aug. 28th, 2010|02:41 pm] |
*knowing how Olórin is, decides she had better get him over for dinner as soon as possible*
*to that end, arranges for the cooks to make Thingol's favorite foods (the better to ensure he'll show) and tells him only that an old friend of hers is in town and has wanted to meet him* *will just leave it to Olórin to figure out how to introduce himself further than that*
*as afternoon gives way to evening, makes her way to the private dining patio set in her vast indoor garden, where dinner is to be served* *hums with her birds while she waits for her husband to arrive* |
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[Aug. 19th, 2010|09:03 pm] |
*has pitched up in Doriath again on his (un)usual circuit, just in time for the summer's most oppressive heat to kick in* *ahhhh perfect*
*decides to go for a hike through the boonies before he sets foot in Menegroth proper, just because it's nice out (and you never know who you'll meet!)* *shucks his shoes, strips down to his undershirt, and sets off on a "walk" which may or may not be fully corporeal in nature*
*after some time, senses a familiar presence drawing close—oh, does she sound steamed from here the weather notwithstanding* |
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[Feb. 19th, 2010|02:47 pm] |
*as requested, calls Gil-galad and asks him to come up to his office Saturday morning* *hesitates a moment before calling Esther and asking her to relay the same request to Ecthelion* *...which probably counts for chickening out, but he would much rather talk to Ecthelion in person than try to explain the reason for Mithrandir's visit over the phone*
*lets himself into the office a little early on the day of the meeting, half a cup of coffee in hand (last night was a pill night, as he's come to uncomfortably think of them, so he's actually feeling halfway okay)* *plunks down behind his desk and idly fusses with the single rose occupying the space between his photographs, before deciding he might as well get a few little sign-offs out of the way while he waits for everyone else to show* |
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[Feb. 15th, 2010|12:47 am] |
*true to his word, arrives in Gondolin on the second morning and immediately makes his way to the Flower, traveling in the rare straight line (lightning quick and no departure) that means he's concerned*
*bypasses the front desk entirely, unnoticed, and only really comes back into focus (here I am) when he reaches the door to Glorfindel's apartment* *tucks the tin of cookies under his arm and knocks three times* |
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[Feb. 13th, 2010|07:06 pm] |
*would be spending Vendórë's Day in Gondolin, with the boyfriend, but changing his schedule involved picking up the holiday shift* *instead, makes other arrangements by phone*
*feels a little guilty about leaving Gandalf to his own devices for most of the day, until he's reassured (reminded?) that "a wizard is never without his own devices, Meriadoc Brandybuck!"* *well, all righty then!*
*gets back home around suppertime and flits about the house, full of excited energy, eyeballs practically glued to the clock, until Gandalf (laughingly) persuades him to do something productive before he punches holes through the ceiling* *to that end... bakes!*
*is making good progress on some scratch cookie dough when his mobile goes off* Crap, crap. *waves his floury hands at his houseguest, rather frantically* Pick it up pick it up—! |
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