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[Nov. 1st, 2010|08:45 pm] |
*after days and days of creeping around the inn, with Estë and Irmo shepherding him into a fairly normal pattern of eating and sleeping and talking, is feeling well enough to go for a walk*
*sits on his bed and slips his shoes on for the first time in what feels like forever, murmuring aloud to the wrinkled and smoothed pictures propped up on his bedside table (himself and Doc, himself and Arwen—the photos he swiped from his desk, the photos he found tucked into his book)* Guess I'm going. I don't know if it means anything, but, well. *pauses, shrugs, and doesn't feel at all strange about talking to pictures/himself* At least I'm going.
*dons his jacket and scarf and heads out, thinking he'll wend his way toward the closest shopping district* *the better to get lost in a crowd, really* |
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[Feb. 28th, 2009|08:38 pm] |
*some time after Arwen's gone to bed for the night, settles down with Celebrían in the hotel suite's sitting room* *hasn't had the chance to really chat with her since her arrival, so made a point of inviting himself up (at the lady's convenience, of course)*
*pours off two glasses of good red and hands one over to her, setting the bottle on the little endtable between them* *holds up his glass in a quasi-toast* Cheers, m'Lady. To long-overdue late-night gabs? |
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[Feb. 22nd, 2009|05:32 pm] |
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*has her mother check directions again to the restaurant Glorfindel booked for dinner*
*asks to walk since it's not too far from the hotel*
*wore a sweater and the slacks she got with her mom when they went shopping last week* *gets there and wonders if she should have put on a skirt, maybe?* |
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