Ecthelion of the Fountain (ecthelion) wrote in opus_two, @ 2010-03-17 13:31:00 |
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Current mood: | exhausted |
Entry tags: | &ecthelion&glorfindel, @lindon, ecthelion, glorfindel |
*after a brief stop at the House of the Golden Flower, somehow ended up first on a train out of Gondolin and then on a plane to Lindon with Glorfindel*
*spends the better part of both of these journeys alternately not-looking at Glorfindel and sneaking looks at Glorfindel as a reminder he's there, in order to scold himself about going through with this incredibly dumb idea* *wracks his brain for something, anything to say to Glorfindel to distract him from his obvious anxiety (it's nighttime; they're high in the sky; they've barely spoken in months) but comes up pretty blank, except for a few words of small talk here and there (which he still sucks at, yes)*
*as a result, is filled with nothing more or less than dread by the time they touch down in Lindon rather late in the night and are driven to the hotel where he kept his reservation* *is so drained from the effort of not doing anything offensive or awkward that he can only mumble a resigned "thanks anyway" when he is told at the front desk that a second room will be available the following night, but not tonight (not even for an international superstar)*
*fumbles with the keycard at the door of the suite, rubbing his eyes with the heel of his hand (but at least he's getting too tired to be too overtly uptight)* It's fine. It's a suite. I'll sleep on the couch. Tomorrow you get to play tour guide, okay?