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[Apr. 13th, 2008|04:36 pm]
artaher
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[Mood | anxious]

*is striding through the streets of Delving, speaking into an answering machine*

So, the thing is, Findaráto? I totally meant to call sooner but I had to go to Balar for this work conference -- *almost pleadingly* -- you get that, don't you? Work being important and all, right? And I'm really trying and everything? But it sorta hit me on my way back that there is something Wrong at play here. I mean, Angaráto is a pimp, did you know that? And he acts like he doesn't know who he is. And my daughter apparently works for him which is so wrong. It is wrong, right? I mean, it's almost more wrong than the whole Gil-galad thing, right? I mean -- *gets cut off by the beep*

*rings back* Anyway, yes, I'm coming straight to your office. See you soon! Bye. Byebyebye.
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[Apr. 3rd, 2008|02:19 pm]
luthiekins
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[Mood | optimistic]

*arrives in Delving for the weekend with Beren*

*sends him off to do whatever it is boys like to do when they're free to roam around in a town where they're about 75% outlawed*

*changes her clothes three times, checks her hair, gets sick once, and finally makes her way to her darling, wonderful Daddy father's office*
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[Apr. 1st, 2008|02:55 am]
artafinde
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[Mood | sleepy]

*comes out of the bathroom vigorously shaking the bottle of Pepto-Bismol*

*stands in the middle of the bedroom reading over the label*

I'm convinced you must have exceeded the maximum dosage by now. Ah, yes! Here we go, 16 tablespoons in twenty-four hours, not four hours. You shouldn't have anymore.

*takes one look down at the bed, sighs, and pours out another dosage*
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[Mar. 19th, 2008|05:52 pm]
etrahildo
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[Mood | busy]

*is sitting in his new favorite Panera bagel-joint with his feet kicked up on the seat opposite him and his laptop planted in his lap, tapping away at the keys with surefire precision*

*pauses as a warbling rendition of the animated X-Men theme wafts up from his jacket pocket* *sticks his Bluetooth headset in his ear*

'Yello? ... Yeah, I'm in Delving right now. Just got in. ... Oh yeah? How're they working for you? ... You did get the coding I sent yesterday, right? ... And the calendar attachment? ... Did you follow the instructions I sent along with? ... *laughs in a friendly manner* Well, that would be why it's not working, then. ... Yes, I'm very sure. ... Call me if you need any more help. ... It's Edrahil. ... No, no problem. 'Bye now.

*puts the phone and earbud away, shaking his head in amusement*

*glances at the time and wonders if it's too late to make an appointment* *grins a softer, quieter, but infinitely warmer grin*
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[Feb. 16th, 2008|10:03 am]
ex_turukano818
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[Mood | worried]

*finally does what he came to Delving to do and makes his way to his wife and daughter's hotel*

*inquires at the desk and finds they've gone out for the evening with the Noldorin Ambassador*

*spends about five seconds processing this information before coming to a conclusion:*

Oh, that's bad. That's really bad.

*takes a seat in the lobby and waits the wait of a condemned man*
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[Feb. 11th, 2008|02:37 pm]

elenwe
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[Mood | bitchy]

*has, for reasons she cannot possibly understand, been committed to an evening out with her (mess of a) daughter and her husband's (whore of a) lover*

*makes a mental note to have a very long (but gentle) talk with Itarillë about committing people to social engagements without their prior permission* *specifically about how she shouldn't do it, ever, especially not with such low class company*

*is a dutiful mother, though, and consents* *has noticed Itaril missing Turukáno and will do anything in her power to keep the girl complacent*

*receives a call from the front desk precisely at 7 p.m. saying a guest has arrived*

*sighs, and goes down to greet her, gritting her teeth all the way* *will also be speaking with Itarillë about being ready when guests arrive so that her poor, put-upon mother doesn't have to spend time uncomfortably associating with heathens*
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[Jan. 31st, 2008|11:04 am]
artafinde
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*did listen that voicemail* (*after waiting a 12 hour period so as to kill any impulse to immediately call back*)

*will of course look after Idril* (*it's not her fault her father is a wimp*)

*heads to Nerdanel's gallery to do just that* (*assumes Elenwë isn't the sort of mother who hangs out at work with her daughter*)
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[Jan. 13th, 2008|12:33 am]
ex_turukano818
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[Mood | pessimistic]

*decides it's finally time to make good on his "promise" and actually talk to NElenwë*

*tries her hotel room a few times and finds it empty*

*eventually leaves a message for her at the front desk to come to his room when she gets in*

*spends the rest of the day feeling a wonderful sensation of dread!*
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[Jan. 9th, 2008|06:43 pm]
earwende
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[Mood | calm]

*has entered a state of absolute zen, in complete contrast to her husband-to-be* *yay, husband-to-be!*

*sits patiently as her hair and make-up are perfected*

*looks at the wedding programme in her hands:*

~-~The Marriage Of~-~
Eärwen Olwiel to Arafinwë Finwion

5.00pm: Arrival of Wedding Guests
5.30pm: Cocktail Reception (Ballroom)
6.30pm: Exchange of Vows (Balcony)
7.00pm: Champagne Reception (Ballroom)
8.00pm: Dinner (Ballroom)


*looks at her reflection and smiles, biting her lip, hoping that Arafinwë will like the tiny flowers in her hair and the very demure, simple dress and veil*

*takes a deep breath as 5.30pm approaches*

*makes her way out and down the sweeping staircase to the front hall* *has her arrival announced at the entrance to the ballroom*
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[Jan. 8th, 2008|07:14 pm]
ex_turukano818
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[Mood | cheerful]

*arrives in Vinyamar a day early under the cover of darkness*

*checks into the hotel with an assumed name (Nomar Pants, if you were curious)*

*settles down to wait with some minibar macaroons and some bad TV*

*not that he's really waiting for anything like a super-secret rendezvous* *not at all*
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[Dec. 14th, 2007|10:33 am]
artafinde
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[Mood | tired]

*spends the morning relaying the contents of her "dream" to Fingon over the phone*

*then spends the afternoon doing the same with Thingol*

*is tired, cranky, and kind of tired of repeating the phrase "I'm not insane, it's happened before. NARGOTHROND, DUH."*

*could really use someone to bitch at talk to*

*gives Turgon a call*
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