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[Feb. 10th, 2010|11:34 am] |
*after receiving a somewhat alarming voicemail and conducting an even more alarming phone conversation, promptly packs an overnight bag, kisses his wife and daughter goodbye, and gets himself to Gondolin as quickly as can be managed on such short notice*
*walks into Gondolin Memorial Hospital (ooh, shiny) early in the afternoon, where he presents himself as a visitor and, receiving the proper clearance, finds his way to Glorfindel's room*
*taps lightly on the open door, not wanting to startle the occupant with a stranger's presence (and isn't that a disturbing thought?)* *can't help grinning as he looks around the room (he knows his old friend, even if the same cannot be said for Glorfindel)* Whew. I'm glad I didn't bring flowers. I'm thinking the world's facing a sudden shortage. |
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