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[Feb. 27th, 2011|06:48 pm] |
*meets Arakáno at the airport in Lindon* *was actually there ridiculously early but just wanted to have every eventuality covered [what if he had a puncture? what if her flight was early? what if her flight was diverted and he'd have to charter another plane to go collect her? and, oh, he should have just chartered a flight for her in the first place]*
*meets her at arrivals and has a sign and everything( * )
*shepherds her to his waiting car (a nice little sporty number) and drives at speed through the winding roads of Lindon* |
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[Feb. 26th, 2011|08:46 pm] |
*following through with his request, has gone with Aulendil to a point somewhere in Ossiriand's rich green wilderness, where he's spent all day attempting to complete a task that apparently every one of Aulë's Maiar could do within a week of embodiment on Arda: namely, raise a hill* *a structurally solid, geologically consistent, aesthetically pleasing hill*
*would be satisfied with just structurally solid, at this point—thus far, he's melted three good-sized patches of bedrock into magma and has reduced quite a lot of grass to cinders (wince)* *did manage, once, to pull up a vaguely hill-like structure, but that instantly collapsed into the sinkhole left beneath*
*drops his hands to his sides as another swath of grass bursts into flames* *extinguishes the blaze and sighs, turning to his companion* All right. What did I do that time? The soil doesn't want to budge all at once, no matter how I Sing at it. |
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[Feb. 25th, 2011|08:10 pm] |
*is at the airport in Ossiriand with her sister, who is on her way to Lindon to stay with their nephew (♥)*
*finds a small table for them both and, as there's plenty of time before Káni's flight, fetches them both coffee* Do you have everything? Wallet, credit card, phone, passport, phone numbers? *thinks that Gil-galad should have come to collect Káni just in case her amnesia renews itself or something like that (can that happen?)* |
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[Feb. 24th, 2011|10:08 pm] |
*per the usual, is kicked back in his chair at minion/bestie central (i.e., his office), keeping an eye on the flatscreens (all nine of them) and tippity-tapping away at the keyboard (ergonomic, at Finrod's insistence)* *is coaching three different offices through their upgrades via IM, plus shooting emails thither and yon and updating the Queen's official schedule* *may also have the Halo 4.5 uplink on standby, but it's only a small window in the bottom right-hand corner of the lower-right-hand monitor*
*quietly sings along with the music feeding through his earbuds (and yes, he's actually removed the Bluetooth! marvel of marvels!)* Get in there you biiiig furry oaf... doo doo doodoodoo, what you smell! Hmm-hmm-hmm... no one cares if you upset a droid... |
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[Feb. 22nd, 2011|09:01 pm] |
*can't quite believe Celeborn is skipping town so soon* *really can't believe Cel is skipping town to go to Gondolin to learn official ambassador-ing from the Noldor* *it breaks his head a little to even think those words in that order*
*drags himself out of bed way, way too early to meet his cousin at the train station* *is appalled by the security measures this simple jaunt will require, but in the end, decides he would much rather feel like a moron mildly inconvenience a few travelers than let Cel go without saying goodbye* *is not a girl, shut up it's been a rough month* |
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[Feb. 22nd, 2011|06:27 pm] |
*may be having the best week ever, which is something of a monumental achievement, considering!*
*has been packing up his house bit by bit since Doc's last visit, boxing things he doesn't use every day and keeping half an eye on houses for sale* *hasn't really told anyone but Carol about the plans, yet, since they don't have a concrete date and Doc's just beginning the process of unhooking himself from his life up north*
*does have one other person in mind to tell right away, though* *texts Glorfindel and arranges to meet him for coffee after work* (*yes, goes without his one cup of coffee all day to save it for the afternoon*) |
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[Feb. 20th, 2011|03:45 pm] |
*having heard from a few little birds that a certain Peredhel twin is working in television, hunts down the set of As Órë Turns with Aulendil in tow* *smiles his way past lot security, even managing to procure a couple of visitor badges*
*to his companion, as they wander across the lot and dodge knots of harried crewmembers* Busy place... Elrohir should be here somewhere, he's one of the stars. *curiously* Have you ever gotten into television? |
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[Feb. 20th, 2011|08:35 pm] |
*Has spent much of her weekend running around town, catching up on errands, which has not done wonders for her mood, especially given her latest attempt to give up smoking.* *Just finished doing battle with the queues in a supermarket, only to venture out into a sudden cloudburst.*
*Waits at the bus stop while she mentally swears at the weather forecasters for not forseeing this (cloudy with sunny intervals my arse).* *Waits and waits and waits* *Switches her wrath to the public transport network.*
*Decides to run for cover under a nearby shop-awning, a shop which just happens to be a traditional Tobacconist.* *Scans the window display and is suddenly overcome with the strangest desire to buy some snuff (hasn't had snuff in ages!).* *Purchases a box of camphor snuff, then goes back outside to wait for this damn bus. Without really thinking, reaches into the box, takes out a pinch and snorts it.*
*Very quickly realises that the pinch was rather larger than is advisable, then remembers that she's never, ever had snuff before so what the hell possessed her to -*
*Sneezes.* *And again.* *And again.* *Puts a hand up to her nose and it comes away red. Rummages in her bags to see if she bought any tissues and no, of course she didn't.* |
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[Feb. 20th, 2011|03:32 pm] |
*has spent quite a while in the warehouse, poking and prodding at the more intact robots to try to figure out more about them* *isn't having much luck, to be honest—she isn't an expert with computers, anyway, and Vána's creations are certainly more complex than anything she's had to handle in the past*
*occasionally passes the pile of charred metal and circuits and has to smile, despite a growing sense that she's spinning her wheels, so to speak*
*decides she needs a break, so arranges to meet Melian for early afternoon tea* |
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[Feb. 20th, 2011|07:09 pm] |
*Has spent the last couple of weeks drifting around Orë, at Manwë's behest, observing the aftermath of Vána's "project."*
*Was under strict orders just to listen and report back (Don't interfere, let them find their own way) but does so love interfering, or at least giving the odd hint, especially when they're all so sad.*
*Watched the Noldorin assistance with a great deal of pride and with a sense of vindication; knew they could put aside their differences and work together, even if it does take a crisis to make that happen.*
*Followed the Gondolin contingent back home to observe the knock-on effects (if any).*
*Wanders towards a pub, listening to the chatter of the fountains, then decides to add some rain into the mix (What? Downpours cheer him up).* |
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[Feb. 20th, 2011|06:58 pm] |
*is back in Delving ("on probation", according to her father, although apparently it's the administration who are on probation and not her, which makes a nice change)* *had a very weird Vendórë's Day at school* *had been expecting a quiet day watching all the annoying "popular" girls getting roses and chocolates and, so, was entirely unprepared for the sheer number of flowers she received*
*instead of being flattered or pleased, was somewhat freaked out by all this anonymous interest*
*now that Vendórë's Day is over and the flowers are wilting, carts them all from her room downstairs in order to throw them out* *considers burning them but supposes that's not very romantic?* *does not, does not think about the other flower she received (even though it's clearly far more superior than anything a high school boy could give her)* |
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[Feb. 16th, 2011|05:18 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | &ecthelion&elemmakil, &ecthelion&glorfindel, &estella&salgant, @gondolin, ecthelion, elemmakil, estella, finrod, glorfindel, idril, ioreth, salgant, saruman, thranduil | ] |
*can't quite believe what she's gotten herself into with this jewelry show gig* *had some little catwalk show in mind, maybe some sashaying, a twirl-snap at the end* *definitely wasn't expecting a high-society exhibit featuring the models as living art, each dripping with enough diamonds to feed a small country for a month*
*on the evening of the gala, finds herself perched on a raised pedestal set in the midst of a sparkling pool, the hem of her long silver gown trailing out into the water* *sits very still while the makeup/hair/accessory people fuss over the headdress and glitter and, of course, the diamonds* *drinks in the details while she can; as part of the VirtuesTM collection showcase, she's portraying blind(folded) Justice*
*minutes before the doors are to open, her fingers are guided around the gleaming scales and sword, and she has to stamp out the urge to giggle or kick her feet* *is solemn and serene and... and just, dammit* |
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| [Andúnië, Númenor. The Second Age, circa 3137...] |
[Feb. 14th, 2011|09:13 pm] |
( [...about tea-time.] ) |
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[Feb. 13th, 2011|10:30 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | &aredhel&celegorm, &aredhel&curufin, &aredhel&nimloth, &celegorm&curufin, &celegorm&nimloth, &curufin&nimloth, @ossiriand:celegorm's, aredhel, celegorm, curufin, nimloth | ] |
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*after seeing that his cousin is safely settled in at the hotel, very calmly and composedly walks into some random dive-y pub in town* *the sort the peasants love, where the walls reek of old beer and at least one regular is guaranteed to be passed out on his barstool by two in the afternoon*
*proceeds to get magnificently hammered*
*this done, appropriates a bottle of whiskey for the road and weaves walks the five or so miles to his house* *can't bet on whether Aredhel will be at his house or hers, these days, but (a) their daughter's still at his, and (b) he's been nice to her lately, both of which tend to increase the odds in his favor*
*stumbles in through the front door and slams it shut, shrugging off his coat and dropping it on the floor* *kicks off his shoes with such force that one knocks over the umbrella stand*
Íriiiiiissë! *takes another swig from the bottle and grimaces* You've got to. Listen. And so proud of me when. ÍRISSË. |
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[Feb. 13th, 2011|08:59 pm] |
*putters around his boyfriend's kitchen in the late morning, waiting for said boyfriend to get back from his therapist's office* *was very happy when Jackie mentioned he had this appointment, actually—it's just another sign he's trying to keep the new and improved him... well, improved*
*has pancakes and bacon in full swing when he hears the front door open* *calls out* Hope you're hungry, food's almost done. Do you want eggs? |
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[Feb. 13th, 2011|08:38 pm] |
*having been to the hospital with her mother to visit her amnesiac aunt (like the obedient girl she is), somehow let the detail slip that she knows sign language*
*was quickly suckered into going out for coffee with said aunt in order to translate for her date or friend or boyfriend or whatever he is* *agreed to this without any fuss (like the obedient girl she is)*
*really, has hardly spent any time at all lately thinking about her boyfriend ex-boyfriend boyfriend ex-boyfriend and his dead grandfather, and how badly Mír must be hurting, and how she would do pretty anything to be with him right now, and how her mother actually gave her permission to text him even though they all know perfectly well there's not a chance in hell it got through* *because she's such an obedient girl...what?*
*wings a quick text to Finduilas (ty 4 the stuff) as she walks* *looking up* No, left, I said. You really don't remember any of this? |
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[Feb. 13th, 2011|01:45 pm] |
*has been settling back well enough into his daily life in Gondolin, helped enormously by Ecthelion (of course) and preparing for the springtime tourism campaign* *still, can't deny that he was very shaken by the mission in Delving, not to mention the encounter with Qualmë*
*decides (rather reasonably) to bring forward his next appointment with Dr Murphy* *rearranges part of his morning and hands off Marigold to Becky before he walks down to the rehab clinic*
*stops to get a takeaway coffee (a tiny bit of milk, one sugar - just can't kick that habit) and arrives a couple of minutes early* |
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[Feb. 12th, 2011|02:14 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | &erestor&merry, &estella&salgant, &gandalf&marende, &vendore&yere, @doriath:vendore's, @gondolin:erestor's, erestor, estella, gandalf, marende, merry, salgant, vendore, yere | ] |
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*on the run-up to her holiday, is a blur of activity, sprinkling a little love and tenderness into as many little hearts as possible before the big day!*
*spends some time dreaming up the perfect gifts for the family, as it were: a bottle of wine for Manwë, along with an embossed note reminding him to get the red and white camellias for Varda; a similar bottle and note for Aulë (but she suggests a home for orphaned bunnies instead of flowers); for Irmo and Estë, warm fuzzy slippers and tea-candies galore; a dozen rabbit hearts hence the bunny home for Oromë, poor thing, and she doesn't know how or what to send to Vána but maybe next year hopefully?* *never has any clue what to get for Námo and Nienna, so that'll be a gift card* *annnnd for Yérë, she has chocolate, daffodils, and a nice friendly card with the words BEHAVE YOURSELF printed inside*
*also arranges for special deliveries of candy hearts to those most deserving of their saccharine messages (i.e., those who will hate them the most)* *hmph!* |
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[Feb. 12th, 2011|03:23 am] |
*receives word that his great-aunt wants to see him* *doesn't think to be weirded out by this right away, seeing as the message came through his cousin (his cousin, the king? wt-effing-f?) and not through any sort of scary formal channels unless his cousin, the king counts as a formal channel now, did he mention wtf?*
*has not, however, managed to throw off the utter depression during the aftermath, which is made a hundred times worse by the need to support his grandfather (who is possibly even more depressed than he is)*
*still, puts on as brave a face as he can muster as he makes his way up to his uncle's office and is shown in* *...his aunt's office*
[Edit] *makes his way down to Beleg's precinct station and asks to see the Chief Marchwarden* |
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[Feb. 11th, 2011|10:24 pm] |
*Is woken up by her alarm clock, which she promptly beats into submission (might possibly hate that thing even more than nicotine gum).*
*Reaches over for a pad and pen she's taken to keeping on her bedside cabinet and sits up so she can start noting down what she dreamt about that night.*
Let's see...I was at work...then I was at the mall, but I don't remember how I got there. Pete was there too...at least I think it was Pete, I bought a handbag...and then all my teeth fell out.
*Cocks her head as she reads what she's just written.* This is ridiculous.
*Chucks the notepad away and gets up, throwing on a robe.*
*Definitely needs coffee to deal with this bullcrap.* |
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