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[Sep. 23rd, 2009|10:14 pm] |
*Is indeed, not stupid and knows that something's up.*
*Hears that Glorfindel is back in town so takes a wander over to the Flower.*
*Shuffles through the lobby looking out for him, when he spots a sign on the front desk that says, "INFORMATION."*
*Stands on his tip-toes.* Excuse me? What's a good way to cheer up a lady? |
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[Oct. 24th, 2008|12:18 pm] |
*following another long morning (into afternoon) of work at the Flower, broken up by a couple of intelligence briefings (and no lunch), drives over to the Fountain, only to learn that the 3 o'clock has been cancelled* *is really rather concerned to hear that it is because the Lord of the Fountain is unwell and has to talk himself out of going to Ecthelion's quarters to see for himself* *feels a bit guilty that he hasn't seen Ecthelion since the other morning but tells himself that the guilt has everything to do with his own desire to see Ecthelion and nothing to do with any perceived need on Ecthelion's side*
*instead of giving in to his initial instinct, gets back in his car and drives to the Palace because he wants to have Words (in a very polite way) with the King or with Tuor, or even Eärendil, at a pinch* |
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[Jun. 14th, 2008|10:36 pm] |
*has heard that Ecthelion isn't in the city and finds that his core belief structure has been shaken rather dramatically by this single fact*
*mooches around town before settling on a smoky jazz bar (one of Ecthelion's favourites)*
*sits in the corner with a beer but just isn't that interested in drinking* *see? core belief structure shaken!*
*doodles on a napkin*
even though i know the time's not right
i can sometimes take it
it's when you say it'll never be right
i can't take it
so let's just fake it
for a little while
for me
*flips the napkin over*
even though i know you won't fake it
i don't take it to heart
it's when you go ahead and break it
just rip it all apart
can't quite fix it
not me.
*pulls a face and balls up the napkin, tossing it towards the stage*
*has a sudden, much happier thought: if Ecthelion isn't in the city, then he and Eärendil can go and paddle in the fountains!*
*gets to his feet, leaving his beer untouched, and goes out into the Gondolin sunlight* |
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blah
busy
melancholy