Ñolofinwë Arakáno (fingolfin) wrote in opus_two, @ 2008-05-21 10:10:00 |
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Current mood: | shocked |
*has spent every minute since the not-wedding reception holed up in his quarters at Fingon's compound, waiting for his wife to come home*
*and waiting*
*and waiting*
*starts to realize that nothing much has changed there except that the volume on the television has crept steadily upward and the piles of cigarette butts are now overflowing every ashtray (much like all those pizza boxes in the trash bin)*