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[Nov. 23rd, 2008|06:57 pm] |
*in spite of the fact that his last weekend in Ossiriand turned into an extended vacation (as happens so often when Maedhros is involved), finds himself on a plane back to Ossiriand, having heard that his sister has given birth* *to a perfectly normal child, by all accounts (although Anairë's account did include more beautifuls and gorgeouses than the obstetrician's report)*
*is soon being shown to Aredhel's room in the hospital (and is very lucky to find her there, according to a nurse, as she's due to be discharged home today), followed by a less happy Maedhros who is carrying a giant teddy bear (that looks normal-sized tucked under Maedhros' arm)* |
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[Oct. 27th, 2008|08:18 pm] |
*is actually in rather a good mood following his encounter with Finrod (awkward approach, smooth dismount, top marks for technical merit) (unlike that previous encounter about which they do not talk or think, even in strike-outs)* *is even in a good mood as he rings the front doorbell of Celegorm's house*
*is soon shown into a reception room where his (holy Eru fatter-than-Finrod) sister is waiting to see him* |
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[Jul. 3rd, 2008|12:08 am] |
*travels to Gondolin by train* *doesn't actually inform Turgon that she's arriving but, instead, goes straight to the hospital for an appointment*
*emerges, later in the afternoon* *texts Celegorm, as she stands on the front steps of the hospital building to confirm that he is to be an absentee father*
*falters slightly as she tries to decide whether to check into a hotel or brave the Palace* |
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[May. 5th, 2008|04:38 pm] |
*chatters away on her phone* Yes, darling -- no, darling -- would I lie to you, darling? No, don't answer that. I'll see you in a few days.
*snaps her phone shut and makes her way to Fingon's office*
*sweeps in past Margaret (without an appointment!)* 'káno, you do realise that the world's not going to end if you leave this room once in a while, don't you? I've already arranged with Margaret to have it locked during the wedding and your guards have been instructed to shoot you on sight if you try to break in. *flops down on the couch and picks at a frayed thread, wrinkling her nose slightly* Don't worry, of course, they won't be real bullets. *laughs lightly* |
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