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[Oct. 2nd, 2009|09:53 pm] |
*having scheduled an appointment with the one mental health professional in Gondolin he's at all familiar with (one Dr. Jon Murphy), manages to elude his captors at the House of the Golden Flower*
*in other words, swears up and down he's got a real, legitimate health concern and even offers to bring back a signed doctor's note if it will allay their fears, which are, of course, total crap (as though the lord of the House might actually rain down his wrath upon them (although he might, considering Glorfindel seems convinced he, Ecthelion, is liable to disappear or shatter or blow away at any moment))*
*consents to be driven over (not that it's an offer, precisely) and does find a moment to be glad of the fresh air, even if he's nervous about this meeting* |
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[Oct. 2nd, 2009|10:19 pm] |
*having been officially kicked out of the Fountain on leave, is crashing in Menegroth with Elrond and his family* *has brought along his laptop so he can keep up with his schoolwork, but aside from that, is content to sleep, doze, and lounge away the long weeks of triple-duty* *is really too used to living alone, though—accidentally walked in on Celebrían changing clothes the second morning* *oops*
*three nights in, has apparently rested enough to allow his subconscious free rein once more* *or maybe it's just been biding its time (it's been at least two weeks since he last died in his sleep, after all)*
*jerks awake out of a sound slumber, his pulse slamming against his ribs, breath stuck in his throat* *spends a good three or four minutes sitting bolt-upright in bed, staring at the clock (1:17am... 1:18am... 1:19am), before he pushes back the covers and stumbles out of the guest room*
*quietly wanders down to the kitchen for a glass of water, and once he's there, begins seriously entertaining thoughts of just staying up until it's time to put the coffee on for his hosts* *doubts he'll be getting back to sleep any time soon* |
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uncomfortable
distressed