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[Mar. 26th, 2010|05:19 pm] |
*Took charge of the situation when a dog-sitting opportunity came up, to show his parents that he can be reliable, dependable, responsible and lots of other words ending in "-able."*
*Makes sure she's fed and watered every day, never gives her chocolate (though he does give-in if he's having sausages and bacon for breakfast now and again. She deserves the occassional treat and how can you say no to that face? He's only human.*
*Besides, she can always work it off when he takes her for her walkies, so he decides to take her on a new route today; through the park, on one of the more challenging paths, the kind that's a little bit overgrown, not paved or gravelled, the kind that gets a little squelchy underfoot just after the rain. Which it is.*
*Returns to the palace, leaving a trail of muddy paw and footprints leading up to his room.* |
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[Oct. 12th, 2009|06:19 pm] |
[ | Tags | | | &argon&ecthelion, &argon&gil-galad, &beleg&turin, &earendil&idril, &ecthelion&gil-galad, &ecthelion&glorfindel, &gil-galad&glorfindel, &idril&tuor, @sirion, argon, beleg, duilin, earendil, ecthelion, gil-galad, glorfindel, idril, nimloth, salgant, tuor, turin | ] |
[ | Mood |
| | bouncy | ] |
*as promised, hightails it inside immediately after seeing her niece wed to "that cute boy", as her mother might say*
*moves a couple of namecards around and parks herself at the table nearest the bar after finagling a couple of drinks for her and Gil-galad* Thank Eru. It was freezing out there, bless Itarillë's heart. She's wearing a strapless and I don't think she even noticed. At the risk of becoming a cliché, I fucking love open bars. |
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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 | ] |
[ | Mood |
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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. 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. 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 |
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*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. 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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[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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