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[Sep. 15th, 2009|06:23 pm] |
*has spent the last few...whatevers trudging from city to city, alone, and trying not to think about some of the things he last said to Glorfindel* *knows there's no excuse for it, no matter if Glorfindel was lying, no matter if Glorfindel was being demanding, no matter if Glorfindel decided to cut and run when things got more tedious*
*makes some halfhearted attempts to see some of the sights his boyfriend had planned for them (with the help of the chipper young assistants Thor has seen fit to appoint in each city from here out, to lead him around and generally see to his every need) but quickly wearies of these unnecessary and tiring side trips*
*periodically sends Glorfindel brief text updates from the road; it's absurd, when Glorfindel already has his schedule, but sadly, doing so helps him remember where he is and how many cities he has left, too* ( * )
*is checking his e-mail, of a...morning? when he sees a message from a Hithlum reporter to whom he gave a feature interview (just after the second show of the tour)* *opens it to find the piece itself attached, which he can't help scanning with somewhat morbid interest* ( * )
*snaps his laptop closed with something very like panic (what are they saying today?), no longer interested in what is actually a pretty glowing write-up* *reaches for his phone and dials, of all people, Gil-galad, mostly because (I'm going a little nuts) he knows the real Ecthelion would think it rude to come to Lindon and not look him up* |
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