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[Mar. 24th, 2011|06:18 pm] |
*was understandably shaken up (ha ha!) by the recent earthquake in the area, even though she figures Eru had to get to it sooner or later, what with all the suck abounding in these parts*
*was even more shaken up when she checked her favorite gossip blog only to find snaps of her boyfriend or ex, whatever and Galadriel hanging all over each other* *and okay, the blog entry itself didn't do a whole lot to alleviate the gutting*
*really thought that things could only get worse trudging around southern Ossiriand with her dad and her uncle, trying to avoid conversation and lugging around a heavy-ass backpack, but it's been...sort of a nice distraction?*
*pushes her sunglasses up on her forehead (it's rapidly getting too dark to justify them) and whines (because she can)* Are we therrrrre yet? |
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[Feb. 13th, 2011|10:30 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | &aredhel&celegorm, &aredhel&curufin, &aredhel&nimloth, &celegorm&curufin, &celegorm&nimloth, &curufin&nimloth, @ossiriand:celegorm's, aredhel, celegorm, curufin, nimloth | ] |
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*after seeing that his cousin is safely settled in at the hotel, very calmly and composedly walks into some random dive-y pub in town* *the sort the peasants love, where the walls reek of old beer and at least one regular is guaranteed to be passed out on his barstool by two in the afternoon*
*proceeds to get magnificently hammered*
*this done, appropriates a bottle of whiskey for the road and weaves walks the five or so miles to his house* *can't bet on whether Aredhel will be at his house or hers, these days, but (a) their daughter's still at his, and (b) he's been nice to her lately, both of which tend to increase the odds in his favor*
*stumbles in through the front door and slams it shut, shrugging off his coat and dropping it on the floor* *kicks off his shoes with such force that one knocks over the umbrella stand*
Íriiiiiissë! *takes another swig from the bottle and grimaces* You've got to. Listen. And so proud of me when. ÍRISSË. |
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[Feb. 13th, 2011|08:38 pm] |
*having been to the hospital with her mother to visit her amnesiac aunt (like the obedient girl she is), somehow let the detail slip that she knows sign language*
*was quickly suckered into going out for coffee with said aunt in order to translate for her date or friend or boyfriend or whatever he is* *agreed to this without any fuss (like the obedient girl she is)*
*really, has hardly spent any time at all lately thinking about her boyfriend ex-boyfriend boyfriend ex-boyfriend and his dead grandfather, and how badly Mír must be hurting, and how she would do pretty anything to be with him right now, and how her mother actually gave her permission to text him even though they all know perfectly well there's not a chance in hell it got through* *because she's such an obedient girl...what?*
*wings a quick text to Finduilas (ty 4 the stuff) as she walks* *looking up* No, left, I said. You really don't remember any of this? |
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[Jan. 22nd, 2011|12:44 am] |
*still hasn't been able to contact Káni* *has tried her mobile number multiple times, has emailed all of the addresses he has for her and has called all of the numbers he ever had for her*
*eventually, realises that he's going to have to do something he really doesn't want to do*
*would far rather go right on ahead and charter a flight to Delving, ban on Noldor be damned, but mans up and dials the number* |
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[Jan. 3rd, 2011|06:54 pm] |
*is rather clearly evicted from Delving, having just enough time to half-explain to his store supervisor and even less to Haleth (though she can see the writing on the wall as well as he can)*
*heads out toward his mother's place to figure out what next*
*has one particular stop to make first though* |
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[Jan. 3rd, 2011|02:11 pm] |
*goes back inside after seeing her grandfather off, carrying her Erumas present*
*was really quite glad for the bright spot in her day (she needed it)* *suspects she will now be returned to the regularly scheduled suckage* |
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[Jan. 2nd, 2011|11:49 pm] |
*Heads over Celegorm's with a parcel tucked under his arm.*
*Storms up the path towards the front door with a look on his face that says if anyone challenges him, that parcel may end up inserted somewhere unpleasant. It's not that he wants to use his grandaughter's Erumas present as an offensive weapon but he's in that bad a mood, and he can always buy another copy of The Ossiriand Companion to Ballet.* |
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[Dec. 3rd, 2010|11:56 am] |
| [ | Tags | | | &arwen&elladan, &arwen&elrohir, &beren&dior, &beren&luthien, &beren&melian, &celeborn&dior, &celeborn&galadriel, &celeborn&nimloth, &celeborn&thingol, &celebrian&elladan, &celebrian&elrohir, &celegorm&curufin, &celegorm&nimloth, &curufin&feanor, &curufin&nimloth, &dior&luthien, &dior&melian, &dior&nimloth, &dior&thingol, &elladan&elrohir, &galadriel&gil-galad, &gil-galad&veantur, &ingil&telimektar, &luthien&melian, &luthien&thingol, &melian&thingol, @ossiriand, anaire, aragorn, arwen, beren, celeborn, celebrian, celegorm, curufin, dior, elladan, elmo, elrohir, feanor, galadriel, gil-galad, ingil, luthien, melian, nimloth, pharazon, telimektar, thingol, veantur, witch-king | ] |
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*it's late in the fourth quarter, tied at 21, third and seven at the Groundhogs' 40, and so he's expertly patched up, bundled up warm and doing what any decent grandfather of a star QB should be doing—blocking the view standing and waving his makeshift Bobcats paraphernalia from halfway up on the 50-yard line, screaming (along with everyone else) at the top of his lungs*
YOU CALL THAT AN OFFENSIVE LINE? PROTECT YOUR QB, YOU PORKY SONS OF BITCHES! *looks down at the woman sitting on the bleacher seat directly below him, who whirls around with a ferocious glare and covers her young son's ears* WHAT. |
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[Nov. 29th, 2010|08:56 pm] |
*travels with Celeborn and Elmo to Ossiriand, a little bit in advance of the forthcoming game between the Ossiriand Bobcats and the South Delving Groundhogs*
*is the very picture of courtesy during the journey mostly because Elmo's such a nice guy and maybe because she's still sort of grateful to Celeborn for being her date to the dance (and loads of the girls in her class were talking about how hot he is which, seriously? is sort of weird)*
*arrives at Aredhel's house, where she and her dad will be staying for the long weekend (though Gil-galad isn't due to arrive until late tomorrow night)* |
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[Nov. 8th, 2010|12:41 pm] |
*one morning, not too long before she has to head out to dance class, clicks around on the University of Ossiriand's website until she finds the right department and faculty pages*
*quickly scans the content until she comes across exactly what she's looking for—a listing of open office hours* *makes a mental note of the requisite time and location for later on*
*after dance class the same day, makes her way to the building housing the linguistics department, where she soon finds herself standing outside her grandfather's door* *raises her hand and knocks before she can lose her nerve completely* |
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[Nov. 3rd, 2010|06:54 pm] |
*contrary to Mablung's well-intentioned advice, has not played any field (except the hundred-twenty yards of turf) since returning home from Menegroth*
*has gotten back into the swing of school all right, what with homework and peeps and the crazy life of the starting QB (Bankside's own Meeerkat!!), but even with everything in the world going for him, still finds it comes up short at the end of the day (when her stupid ringtone never rings, and he doesn't know what she's mad at her dad about today, and he hasn't had to sneak or lie or do anything remotely criminal in weeks)*
*after trying to catch her out at her/their usual hangouts and completely failing (is she totally avoiding me or do I just really suck at timing??), decides he's got to do something... yeah, borderline criminal (what would Lily do?)* *rides his bike out to her father's place and finds his way back through the woods and along the river, right up to the stone wall* *digs his binoculars out of his backpack and carefully peers up at one window in particular yes he feels like a TOTAL CREEPER*
*breathes deeply, takes out his phone and wings a text to a number that's been dead-silent for longer than he can stand to think about* i'm going to climb the trellis again. see you in five. |
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[Nov. 2nd, 2010|09:57 pm] |
*after literally weeks of searching, found the perfect house in Ossiriand, right on the outskirts of town: it is virtually a manor house (though tiny in comparison to Turco's residence) with a huge amount of land and stables out the back*
*on the day of moving in, invites family - ie: Nerdanel, Anairë and Curvo - to come over and help her and Lily with decorating choices*
*stands at the back door, looking out over the vast back lawn towards the stables and wonders whether it would be remotely feasible to have Lily's horses brought over to here* *while Turco might be indifferent to her whereabouts and that of their daughter, isn't quite so sure he'd be indifferent as to the fate of horses* |
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[Oct. 10th, 2010|06:10 pm] |
*has been at loose ends since returning home to Ossiriand, down one major part of her life and heart and soul and and and feeling pretty cut up about it* *has more or less thrown herself into dance as a result*
*wanders out back and settles down on the porch swing late one afternoon (it's nippy out but damned if she's going to let summer go without a fight), pulling her feet up under her and flipping through some luxury property listings* |
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[Aug. 27th, 2010|11:40 am] |
*manages to go about her day-to-day in Gondolin for a little while, but quickly comes to the conclusion that what she really needs is to talk to her boyfriend*
*makes sure that her mother is reasonably nearby before retreating to her room to make the call* |
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[Aug. 2nd, 2010|11:12 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | &aredhel&celegorm, &argon&curufin, &argon&nimloth, &celegorm&curufin, &celegorm&nimloth, &curufin&finduilas, @gondolin, @menegroth:argon's, @ossiriand, @ossiriand:celegorm's, @ossiriand:finduilas', aredhel, argon, celegorm, curufin, finduilas, nimloth | ] |
*is actually rather surprised at how much she misses her daughter and almost regrets letting her go to Ossiriand all alone until she hits upon the perfect solution*
*travels to Ossiriand with the express intention of surprising her daughter and accompanying her back to Gondolin, perhaps via Fingon in Hithlum*
*is in a rather brilliant mood when she arrives at her daughter's father's house and is even a bit amused at the servants' surprise at seeing her* *has no wish to see the master of the house (and is certain he is otherwise occupied with his tabloid edition of romance)*
*texts Lily (surprise! am in ossiriand at your father's house. dinner and a late flight tonight okay? mom xxx) and makes herself comfortable in the library, while she waits* |
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[Jul. 25th, 2010|06:41 pm] |
*doesn't understand exactly why Cúthalion has deemed it necessary for him to personally intimidate interrogate meet some nondescript prisoner, only that the marchwardens seem to think she might be some sort of security threat*
*does feel his interest perking up when they inform him that she names herself Nimloth, however* *can't tell whether he hopes more that this is the same little girl his brother mentioned, or some contrary, arrogant fool who thinks it wise to so mock one of the beloved of his kingdom*
*either way, fully plans on doing this thing properly, whether it's in the hope of jogging some memory or just scaring the crap out of a criminal*
*which is why he is, at this very moment, sitting on his throne in the cold, cavernous stone of his disused Great Hall, waiting to receive his..."guest"* |
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[Jul. 24th, 2010|02:50 pm] |
*has been sitting in an uncomfortable chair in an interrogation room for at least an hour*
*alternates long periods of silence with long and detailed answers to questions which nonetheless seem not to satisfy her captors (probably because they're all lies)*
*through all of it, tells herself to stay calm, that nothing can happen to her if she keeps cool, that they've got nothing on her beyond missing identification papers and vague suspicions* |
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[Jul. 22nd, 2010|09:00 am] |
| [ | Tags | | | &beleg&haleth, &beleg&turin, &celeborn&dior, &celeborn&nimloth, &celeborn&thingol, &elmo&thingol, &morwen&turin, @menegroth, @menegroth:palace, angrod, beleg, celeborn, dior, elmo, haleth, mablung, morwen, nimloth, thingol, turin | ] |
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*having safely returned to Menegroth, splits up from his grandfather (who seems in a hurry to go and talk to Elu, anyway) on the pretense of seeing Lily back to "school"*
*was sweating bullets when they first entered the city and he thought Lily was going to have to show papers, but he kept his arm around her and acted perfectly normal and they walked right through (and of course nobody was going to stop him or his grandfather)*
*turns to Lily once they're out on the street (and at relatively low risk of being overheard)* Now listen. I'm gonna put you in a cab. Go straight to the hotel. Don't get in any trouble. Don't talk to anybody. And for fuck's sake, don't call Mír. I'll track him down and tell him where you are. This was such a bad idea. Got it, Lil? ...Lily? |
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[Jul. 16th, 2010|09:40 pm] |
*is hideously bored for the rest of the day once her boyfriend leaves town, and already missing him like crazy*
*in the evening, gets to thinking again about the idea that's never been far from her mind—how to get to Menegroth (she didn't get a chance to bring up the subject with Mír again but wouldn't it be awesome to surprise him?)*
*after another minute's thought, picks up her phone and dials* |
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[Jul. 10th, 2010|09:34 pm] |
*on his second-to-last day in Gondolin with his father, is out for a walk around town with Lily* *has had a great trip, so far, between spending lots of quality (oh, the quality) time with his girlfriend, hanging out with his cousin and Galadriel, and generally enjoying the benefits of being tight with royalty*
*at the moment, strolling hand-in-hand with her, can almost imagine that he and Lily a normal pair of teenagers in love (omg), and not a pair of fugitives from their families* *...well, okay, so he's not a fugitive in the literal sense, but there's a real threat of nukes, anyway?*
*cranes his neck to look up at yet another tall, shining building* *only half-joking* So, like, if we ever have to seriously run away together, what's say we come here for a while? I'm pretty sure Finrod would put us up, she helped my parents and stuff. Or I could just never leave again, that would work, too. |
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