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[Oct. 20th, 2008|10:40 am] |
*sits across from Turgon's desk, a stack of papers in front of him and a frown on his face*
*slides another of the papers forward and sighs when it meets resistance in the form of Turgon's head*
It's not that bad. *glances at the paper again and sighs* Okay, it is, but you still need to look at it. |
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[Oct. 14th, 2008|09:46 am] |
*comes home after several hours of being of use wherever he can and being seen out in public a lot, because that's something people like*
*stops to check in with Tuor and learns the recovery team found remains of a PP&F helicopter* *orders all employees are to be brought in for questioning immediately, because he doubts this is something someone orchestrated on their own*
*heads up to his room to wash off all the ash and grime and maybe even sleep a little bit* |
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[Oct. 13th, 2008|09:37 am] |
*turns up at the House of the Golden Flower just as the fire reaches its crescendo* *spots a familiar face in the chaos (so very recognizable, even without the hair), but has no time now for reunions or pleasantries*
*pushes up his sleeves and jumps right in, aiding smoke-addled staffers through the haze to safety and keeping his eyes/senses peeled for anyone who might still be trapped inside the building* *isn't so much concerned with extinguishing the blaze, at this point; the beauty of buildings is that they can be rebuilt, and the firefighters seem to be handling it on their own in any case*
*all the while, has the niggling impression that this is part of something much larger and far more harmful than simple arson, but can't seem to lock it down* *and so he stays, doing what he can, where he can* |
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[Oct. 5th, 2008|06:24 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | &duilin&ecthelion, &duilin&egalmoth, &ecthelion&egalmoth, &ecthelion&glorfindel, &ecthelion&rog, &ecthelion&salgant, &ecthelion&tuor, &rog&salgant, @gondolin:palace, duilin, ecthelion, egalmoth, glorfindel, rog, salgant, tuor, turgon | ] |
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*arrives at the palace and makes his way to the main conference room for the regular senior staff meeting*
*sees he is the first to arrive and so takes his appointed place at the table to get situated and wait for the others*
*carefully lays out his notes and wishes he wrote down what he wants to say so he could just recite it and not have to look at anyone's reactions while he says it* |
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[Sep. 12th, 2008|11:15 am] |
*despite his House's extra duties during the lockdown, has never been happier or more refreshed* *likes being busy*
*has of course heard by now that there is a new Queen (of sorts) in town and, if the rumors are true, that she is expecting* *isn't really comfortable with terms like 'pregnant' or 'with child' or 'up the duff'*
*decides now would be a good time to pay his respects, since she's probably settled but not yet fat* *visible signs of …expecting are kind of creepy*
*stops by the palace* *brings a glazed lemon bundt cake* |
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[Sep. 5th, 2008|12:21 pm] |
*leaves Erendis and heads immediately to the palace*
*doesn't stop at the front desk, breezing right past as if she owns the place (because once upon a time she practically did)*
*hopes the receptionist will be too busy being shocked to call Turukáno or security* *also hopes he'll be alone in his office*
*pauses outside his door for a moment, fixing her hair and taking deep, calming breathes* *reminds herself that every time she's ever gotten her way with him it has been through sweetness and manipulation not anger* |
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[Aug. 27th, 2008|09:21 am] |
*leaves Ecthelion and Glorfindel to their justice or revenge or what have you* *(doesn't know which it is but it's not his concern)*
*materializes in Turgon's house in full state so that his staff will have no doubt that he is not someone to be trifled with when he says:*
I wish to speak with the king. Immediately. |
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[Aug. 25th, 2008|09:20 pm] |
*two hours and five minutes later, walks into his office carrying the Gondolin Gazette* *newspaper of choice in the Royal Household!*
*takes a seat behind his desk, opens the paper, and begins reading*
*well, skimming* |
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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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*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|02:42 pm] |
*has begun to respond rather better to attempts at counselling and guidance at the rehab clinic, not least because his surroundings are much more comfortable (not least because he's learning how to give up without a struggle)*
*can't help but suspect he is being granted more freedom than most of the other inmates? patients? druggies? and feels this has more to do with his status as a Lord of Gondolin than as a popstar*
*using this logic, and this freedom, makes an appointment to meet the King (which is allowed, as long as he signs back into the clinic by 5.30pm and consents to a blood alcohol and drugs test on his arrival)* |
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[Aug. 21st, 2008|12:05 pm] |
*sits at his desk*
*drums his fingers*
*makes post-it animals*
*doodles on old memos*
*plays solitaire*
*tries and fails to build a house of cards*
*...sort of thought there'd be more work for him* *dammit, Ecthelion* |
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[Aug. 18th, 2008|05:57 pm] |
*finishes closing up her apartment in Delving (with profuse apologies to the landlord for leaving with so little notice)* *arranges for the few things she wants to be sent to Gondolin and calls the local Donation Center to pick up the rest*
*gets a chance to visit her itty bitty Eruson before he's kidnapped and, Eru, babies are cute, aren't they?*
*finally meets Turgon at the agreed upon rendezvous point for the trip back to Gondolin* *wow, this is happening fast* |
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[Aug. 17th, 2008|02:11 pm] |
*heads to Hithlum to pass the time while Finrod's in Delving taking care of the rest of her things and visiting her Eruson*
*misses hanging out with Fingon* *in a manly, manly, utterly non-gay sort of way* *also just thinks Delving is really creepy, and is glad he'll never have to go there again*
*waltzes (not literally) into the royal compound and makes his way to his brother's office* |
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[Aug. 14th, 2008|09:50 am] |
*has no idea what the frell is going on*
*one minute, the boss is leaving for a little vacation with her cousin/lover, and the next, she's resigned via letter and he's getting phonecalls from the higher-ups about filling in until a replacement Ambassador can be found*
*is, quite frankly, at the high end of Worry (this isn't like her, never has been)*
*rings her cell phone* *hopes she'll pick up--maybe this strange pod-Finrod won't remember how much she used to rely on him* |
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[Aug. 12th, 2008|09:56 am] |
*spends the day out with Turgon, but finds herself mostly distracted by a nagging thought*
*tells him to take a nap when they return to the hotel, while she runs a few errands* (*yes, dear, there are still errands on vacations*)
*locks herself in the bathroom when she comes back to take a hot bath*
*comes out twenty minutes later, wrapped in a towel, and sits on the edge of the bed* *feels like she can't breathe* |
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[Aug. 6th, 2008|01:57 pm] |
*wakes up early in the hotel in Ye Olde Hobb Towne (Historic District)* *finding Turgon still asleep, slips out of bed and over to the desk, where the letter she penned while he was showering the night before is waiting*
My Lord Findekáno,
In light of recent events, I feel it would no longer be wise to continue our professional relationship. I hope you will agree with me on this point and not attempt to persuade me otherwise.
Therefore, I am resigning my post as Ambassador to Delving, effective last week immediately. I realize my sudden departure may cause you some difficulty, so I will do my best to make any transition as smooth as possible. My assistant, Etrahildo, knows the office and duties well, and will suffice to continue running operations until a replacement can be found. To aid you in this search, I have included a list of qualified persons.
Please let me know if I can be of further assistance in this matter.
Regards,
Findaráto Arafinwiel
*puts it in an envelope, seals it, addresses it, and runs down to the desk to have it shipped out with the morning post*
*returns to the room, and bed, as quickly as she left and waits quietly for Turgon to wake, reassuring herself that she did the right thing* |
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[Jul. 31st, 2008|08:29 am] |
*helicopters his way to Delving and gets through the borders easily with the security pass Finrod gave him back when he was visiting more frequently*
*makes his way to her apartment, stopping to buy flowers on the way* *it can't hurt, right?* |
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[Jul. 28th, 2008|11:45 am] |
*gets the paperwork Turgon requested and heads to his office*
*is told by his P.A. that he is on the phone* *takes a seat and begins flipping through the papers to find out what he's getting when Turgon kicks the bucket pass the time*
To Ecthelion, Lord of the House of the Fountain, I give, devise, and bequeth the property and land herein referred to as "GONDOLIN" and bestow upon him the title "KING OF GONDOLIN". It is my express wish that the city be maintained in the same manner in which it was developed.
I appoint Ecthelion as executor of this will, and as trustee of the disbursement of the remainder of my estate as instructed within this document. Each person listed below is to receive a yearly stipend for their care and support to equal no less than the amounts listed...
*doesn't actually get any father because of a bright red light flashing across his eyes* *clutches the papers tightly in his fist as he waits to be let in* |
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[Jul. 24th, 2008|10:40 am] |
*wakes in the morning, gradually stirring into consciousness, feeling sore and tired but utterly content* *feels the weight and heat of a body next to her in bed, and curls into it happily*
*slowly becomes aware of something strange and different: a slighter chest to rest her head upon, no snoring softer breathing, and a racing from years of continual stress heart*
*and, just as slowly, remembers the night before, bit by bit, in vivid detail*
*doesn't open her eyes, wanting to believe this was all a dream, but is horrified by the reality of it*
*softly, barely audibly* Oh, Eru. |
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[Jul. 16th, 2008|12:18 pm] |
*in no particular order has:
-a captain out with a gunshot wound
-a filthy traitor Glorfindel-shooting miscreant nephew in his office
-a daughter safely(?) out to tea with her mother (thanks for doing something useful, Elenwë!)
-a grandson safely out of the city for the day (hunting treasure in the hills)
-a sister/mother-of-nephew running Very Important Errands (she should feel like she's contributing to the household!)
-a Finrod gone forever
-and a strangely well-liked big brother here to help him
*great day!*
*waits for Maeglin to be forced into a take a seat* *glances at his brother* 'káno? |
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