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[Aug. 30th, 2008|09:17 pm] |
*is just finishing packing up his stuff to move when he hears the news that all traffic in and out of Gondolin has been cut off--indefinitely*
*first thought: Turgon is temporarily reverting to his First Age paranoia for some reason? maybe because of the baby?*
*second thought: Turgon is permanently reverting to his First Age paranoia for some reason? maybe because he's neurotic?*
*third thought (which was actually the first first thought, as it always is): Finrod.*
*dials her number, watching the talking heads on the news gabble at each other* *something about an attack? an arrest? but no confirmations from official sources on anything?* |
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[Aug. 30th, 2008|09:44 pm] |
*stops by Ingil's dorm room with lunch, as has become her daily habit*
*isn't exactly sure how much he remembers, at this point (and doesn't particularly care, so long as he's safe and recovering--except that he has to, has to remember her)*
*pauses outside his door, double-checking her appearance in a handheld mirror* *hair in place, eyes dry, smile fixed and bright* *nothing at all to give away how terribly she needs him and worries for him and suffers without him and*
*stows the mirror and knocks twice, calling softly through the door* Ingil? It's me. |
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