Glorfindel of the Golden Flower (glaurfindel) wrote in opus_two, @ 2008-10-27 20:46:00 |
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Current mood: | depressed |
Entry tags: | &glorfindel&qualme, @gondolin, glorfindel, qualme |
*had intended to catch a few hours of sleep to make up for an entirely sleepless night but, instead, finds himself packing his few belongings (and maybe it's just as well his house burned down [and everything in it] because he has so little to pack)*
*checks into the Hidden Rock Hotel (five star, of course) before attempting to go about his daily business, sifting through intelligence reports and compiling summaries of the reports* *makes it to lunchtime before accepting that he is too distracted to deal with paper work* *spends the rest of the day at the site of the Flower, helping to clear away the bulldozed remains* *works and works and works until he is too tired to think straight (which is a blessed relief of its own)*
*finally, goes back to the hotel, forgoing dinner in the restaurant* *sits on the edge of the bed and stares blankly in front of him and minutes pass and maybe an hour but he doesn't know (even though time means more as a mortal) (but what did ten thousand years mean anyway?)*