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[Aug. 25th, 2008|12:32 am] |
| [ | Tags | | | &earendil&idril, &earendil&tuor, &finrod&idril, &finrod&turgon, &idril&tuor, &idril&turgon, @gondolin:palace, earendil, finrod, idril, tuor, turgon | ] |
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*can't decide if she's excited or worried for Idril's return to Gondolin, particularly after her unpleasant encounter with Elenwë*
*on one hand, Idril was actually starting to like her before... everything*
*on the other hand... everything*
*ends up in the foyer around the time they're due to return* *really wishes Pete would stop looking at her like she needs to be tackled and restrained* |
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[Aug. 23rd, 2008|09:42 am] |
*lays on the deck of the boat, sunning himself and napping and having a very peaceful time of it*
*looks over when his cell phone beeps and opens it to read the message*
FROM: Turgon - HOME NOW. >:(
*sighs and closes the phone and sets it aside*
*goes back to his half-drowsing until it beeps again a minute later*
FROM: Turgon - I MEAN IT. |
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[Aug. 12th, 2008|02:17 pm] |
*couldn't see the sea when they arrived in Sirion the night before*
*doesn't want to wait a minute longer, though, now that the day is here and there's more water to play in than you can find in a fountain*
*drags his parents out to the beach and stops and stares when he sees all that water that goes on and on forever*
*walks forward slowly* Wow. |
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[Aug. 8th, 2008|12:03 am] |
*basically skulks around for a long time after utterly losing his shit in front of Idril and Eärendil* *really hates his temper sometimes except that it tends to be really handy other times*
*knows he needs to talk to Idril and try to explain himself, because she doesn't know him and she doesn't understand and how could she possibly understand* *figures he's pretty much screwed everything up, but needs to try at least for his son's sake*
*waits until Eärendil's finally asleep, or at least pretending to be (he's upset) before knocking on his wife's Idril's door* |
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[Aug. 4th, 2008|03:09 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | &earendil&ecthelion, &earendil&idril, &earendil&salgant, &earendil&tuor, &ecthelion&idril, &ecthelion&salgant, &ecthelion&tuor, &idril&salgant, &idril&tuor, @gondolin:fountain, earendil, ecthelion, idril, salgant, tuor | ] |
| [ | Mood |
| | cheerful | ] |
*takes a walk with Eärendil down to the House of the Fountain to meet Ecthelion for lunch* *comes bearing sandwiches even if she didn't make them herself!*
*sits on the front steps and kicks off her shoes, watching smilingly as Eärendil splashes in the fountain*
*graciously turns down the Fountain staff's attempts to invite her inside (because if she doesn't go in, he'll have to come out, and it's just such a lovely day)* |
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[Jul. 17th, 2008|09:29 am] |
*walks to the new hotel to meet her mother for tea, as instructed requested*
*is really hoping she's in a better mood this time looking forward to seeing her, since it's been so long* *misses her quite a bit, really* *misses having any mother figure around and in a good enough mood to listen and advise her, come to think of it* |
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[Jul. 14th, 2008|12:17 pm] |
*tiptoes through the house, peering around doors and hiding behind pillars and generally being a Secret Agent* *is good at not being seen when he doesn't want to be seen*
*eventually, after a long and circuitous route to shake off his tail (if he has one), winds up at his mother's sitting room*
*peeks in and sees her working on her embroidery* *waits until she stops for a moment (wouldn't want her to stick herself with a needle!) before knocking softly* |
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[Jul. 9th, 2008|11:36 am] |
*finds Turgon to be more hellishly annoying raucous than usual today* *who knows what's wrong with him?*
*maybe he's upset about his father being in town?*
*decides to find a private place to seek asylum* *ends up in the music room (no one's going to look for him there), plunking out notes (with his index fingers) on the piano* |
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[Jun. 25th, 2008|09:12 pm] |
*leaves Turgon's office in a bit of a daze*
*on one hand, is going on a mission with Ecthelion who seems to dislike him intensely* *on the other hand, is going on a mission with Ecthelion!*
*is still too hungover to figure out how he feels about this development* *goes for a short stroll around the gardens of the Palace, trying to enjoy the ome too bright sunlight* |
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[Jun. 22nd, 2008|12:29 pm] |
*has been watching his Mom from a careful distance over the past few days, and, despite the warnings, is curious* *see also: isn't stupid*
*goes out to play in the gardens, hovering close to a place she might eventually be*
...*gets distracted hunting down pebbles for his "sculpture"* |
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[Jun. 22nd, 2008|10:27 am] |
*has been so busy seeing to the Rose festivities that she almost forgets to hurry to the Grand Pavilion to listen to Ecthelion sing*
*is disappointed when she makes it there just in time to catch the tail end of the second of his two songs* *sighs*
*finds her attention immediately occupied by myriad other tiny organizational details as the day quickly fades into evening*
*is walking through the Palace later when she hears music* *follows the sounds all the way to the music room and stands in the doorway, looking in*
*smiling* I don't think you need the practice. |
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[Jun. 17th, 2008|08:49 am] |
*is home!*
*cheerfully greets the driver who's met her and Ecthelion at the train station*
*once in the car, rolls the window all the way down so she can feel the fresh air on her face and see all the familiar sights as they ride to the Palace* *has really, really missed this* |
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[Jun. 14th, 2008|01:19 pm] |
*has read every word of every report, knows every relevant specification by heart...and still cannot believe that the building barely standing in front of him is one in which Idril, sweet little Idril a member of the royal family resides*
*matches the address to the one in his head about six more times before reluctantly walking up, finding Idril's name on the list next to the door, and ringing the buzzer* |
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[Jun. 2nd, 2008|09:21 am] |
*receives the absolute sweetest card in the mail and reads it through twice, smiling*
*props it up on the windowsill in her tiny kitchen and goes to retrieve the book on art history she's been reading* *notices another sort of history book on the shelf and begins wondering if there's anything interesting to be found in its pages*
*curls up on the couch with it, flips to the relevant chapter, and starts to read* *well, skim*
...and in the winter of that year Rían his wife bore a child in the wilds of Mithrim, and he was named Tuor...
*continues for a little while until the subject turns to war and Morgoth and all those nasty things* *skips ahead*
Then the heart of Idril was turned to him...
*gasps and flushes bright red* *skips a little further on, not quite brave enough to read the rest of that paragraph*
...but Maeglin had laid hands (?) on her, and on Eärendil (??); and Tuor fought with Maeglin on the walls, and cast him far out, and his body as it fell smote the rocky slopes of Amon Gwareth...
*snaps the book closed, so upset her hands are shaking* *eventually finds the presence of mind to look for her phone and dial her cousin* |
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[May. 25th, 2008|12:35 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | &amarie&finrod, &edrahil&finrod, &finduilas&finrod, &finduilas&idril, &finrod&idril, @menegroth:aot set, amarie, edrahil, finduilas, finrod, idril | ] |
*spends a few private minutes in her limo, looking over the strip of mini-photos she and Ingil got from a booth during her visit to Ossiriand* *has to smile (genuinely!) at the silly goofy-face/bunny-ears/sibling-choking ones* :)
*sighs and carefully puts the photos away, exiting the limo with her gameface firmly in place*
*is immediately informed that some touristy-type gawkers have just arrived on the set*
*finds herself in a rather good mood and decides to go get rid of them herself, instead of making one of the underlings do it*
*heads past the lighting and camera techs and the makeup/script/blocking crew (barely noticing that they are parting before her and her entourage like the proverbial Red Sea)*
*spots the intrepid threesome and smiles her most winning smile flavored with just a dash of blatant superiority, of course*
Hello! I'm sorry, we cannot allow anyone beyond this point--too much going on, you understand, and I do believe I would KILL cry if any of the plot points were leaked to the Internet...
*trails off as she gets a better look at one of the gawkers in particular* *tilts her head in that polite "I am not fucking seeing this" manner of hers*
*at approximately -48 C* Findaráto. |
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[May. 23rd, 2008|11:36 am] |
*is going to a real live television set!*
*has no idea what she'll see or what to expect* *packs healthy snacks for her and Finrod and finds her brand-new autograph book* *isn't familiar with any of the stars, either, not having watched much of any soap opera because her mother wouldn't let her, but thinks it might make them feel special to be asked for their autographs?*
*is briefly delayed by a phone call for her absent roommate* *carefully takes down the message word for word* Spike will bring one-half keelo (sp?) Saturday, 11, on the bridge.
*this done, heads out into town to meet Finrod at her building* |
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[May. 13th, 2008|11:44 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | &amrod&galadriel, &anaire&aredhel, &anaire&argon, &anaire&fingon, &angrod&finduilas, &angrod&finrod, &aredhel&argon, &aredhel&celegorm, &aredhel&tilion, &argon&celegorm, &arien&tilion, &celegorm&nerdanel, &curufin&finduilas, &earwen&galadriel, &finarfin&galadriel, &finarfin&nerdanel, &finduilas&maglor, &fingolfin&fingon, &fingon&galadriel, &finrod&idril, &finrod&turgon, &idril&turgon, &maglor&nerdanel, &orome&tilion, &orome&vana, &vana&yavanna, @mithrim, amrod, anaire, angrod, aredhel, argon, arien, celegorm, curufin, earwen, finarfin, finduilas, fingolfin, fingon, finrod, galadriel, idril, maglor, nerdanel, orome, tilion, turgon, vana, yavanna | ] |
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*wakes up on the morning of his sister's wedding and is determined to be happy and supportive and happy and --*
*sighs and gets ready and goes to the venue (one of the courtyards in the Royal Compound) which is completely bedecked with white flowers*
*takes his seat on the bride's side and avowedly does not look at the empty seats on either side of him*
*realises he's ridiculously early when the band arrive to tune up* |
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[May. 11th, 2008|10:05 am] |
| [ | Tags | | | &anaire&aredhel, &anaire&argon, &anaire&idril, &aredhel&argon, &aredhel&arien, &argon&arien, @hithlum, anaire, aredhel, argon, arien, idril | ] |
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*arrives a little early to the very exclusive Hithlum restaurant where she has arranged the snob's hen party tea for the bride and all of the bride's close female relatives (and Arien)*
*inspects her reflection in the front door glass and is satisfied she's dressed strictly according to code*
*ensures that everything is absolutely perfect—not a fork out of place, napkin crumpled, or wilted flower petal to be seen*
*really, really hopes her sister likes it, although she knows deep down she's bound to find fault with everything something* |
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[Apr. 29th, 2008|10:59 am] |
*finally, finally manages to make it into the actual city of Delving*
*after fifteen too many vigorous friskings by fifteen too many over-zealous border patrols*
*makes his way to the address Turgon provided and tries not to immediately go into over-protective overload when he gets a look at the place*
*knocks at the door, asks for Idril, is told she is "out", and has the door slammed in his face*
This city's just full of hospitality. *settles down on the stoop to wait, wondering what exactly his cover story is again...?* |
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[Apr. 16th, 2008|08:00 pm] |
*strides briskly through downtown Menegroth, every now and then making notes on a clipboard:*
5th & Market
Litter (2 specimens)
Graffiti, sovereign-oriented (3 specimens)
Drunken crossing warden, construction site (1 specimen)
*spares a slightly distracted glance for his companion* But what is wrong with it, specifically? *frowns* Don't try to tell me it's structural. I put only the best people on that project. |
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peaceful
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morose
busy
harassed
curious
aggravated
excited
blah