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[Jan. 28th, 2010|09:27 pm] |
*perhaps unsurprisingly, finds herself back in Gondolin (for such a small, secret city, it is a hive of activity)* *occupies herself in the hospital and in the nursing home, delaying the inevitable and savouring the promise of what is to come*
*finally, makes her way to a particular House and has no trouble 'reminding' the receptionist that she does, in fact, have a twelve o'clock appointment with the Lord of the House* *shows herself to the office and, as soon as she is gone, the receptionist has no recollection of what she looked like (and that tingle down his spine when she crossed the threshold is a vague memory)*
*settles down in the office, unsurprised that the Lord of the House has not yet emerged for the day* *potters about and looks at the photographs and scrawled notes and (lack of) filing system and tingles with anticipation that this is one for the taking* |
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