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[Feb. 19th, 2010|09:15 am] |
*passes slowly through a sleepy town far from her home in the north, lingering in the mist and long shadows of night* *indulges in a brief flicker of nostalgia as she recalls a Valië who once wandered the twilit forests of Arda, robed in mournful grey, weeping for the ills of that broken world*
*smooths down her close-fitting black garments and dismisses all thought of tears (useless)* *sweeping a cold gaze across the street ahead, addresses the smaller shadow trailing to her right* What do you see, little one? |
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[Feb. 19th, 2010|02:47 pm] |
*as requested, calls Gil-galad and asks him to come up to his office Saturday morning* *hesitates a moment before calling Esther and asking her to relay the same request to Ecthelion* *...which probably counts for chickening out, but he would much rather talk to Ecthelion in person than try to explain the reason for Mithrandir's visit over the phone*
*lets himself into the office a little early on the day of the meeting, half a cup of coffee in hand (last night was a pill night, as he's come to uncomfortably think of them, so he's actually feeling halfway okay)* *plunks down behind his desk and idly fusses with the single rose occupying the space between his photographs, before deciding he might as well get a few little sign-offs out of the way while he waits for everyone else to show* |
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