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[Mar. 18th, 2010|09:21 pm] |
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*is woken up at a ridiculously early hour of the morning (what? 8.30am is fucking early) by a phone call from his best friend who is in fucking Lindon without any warning* *mutters something about revoking Glorfindel's travel privileges as he goes into Káni's room to wake her up* (*if he has to suffer the indignity of an early morning, so does she, guest or not*)
*grumbles the whole way to the courthouse* No fucking idea why he wanted to meet here. They don't serve breakfast at the courthouse. Fuck's sake. |
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[Feb. 19th, 2010|02:47 pm] |
*as requested, calls Gil-galad and asks him to come up to his office Saturday morning* *hesitates a moment before calling Esther and asking her to relay the same request to Ecthelion* *...which probably counts for chickening out, but he would much rather talk to Ecthelion in person than try to explain the reason for Mithrandir's visit over the phone*
*lets himself into the office a little early on the day of the meeting, half a cup of coffee in hand (last night was a pill night, as he's come to uncomfortably think of them, so he's actually feeling halfway okay)* *plunks down behind his desk and idly fusses with the single rose occupying the space between his photographs, before deciding he might as well get a few little sign-offs out of the way while he waits for everyone else to show* |
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[Oct. 12th, 2009|06:19 pm] |
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*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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[Sep. 15th, 2009|06:23 pm] |
*has spent the last few...whatevers trudging from city to city, alone, and trying not to think about some of the things he last said to Glorfindel* *knows there's no excuse for it, no matter if Glorfindel was lying, no matter if Glorfindel was being demanding, no matter if Glorfindel decided to cut and run when things got more tedious*
*makes some halfhearted attempts to see some of the sights his boyfriend had planned for them (with the help of the chipper young assistants Thor has seen fit to appoint in each city from here out, to lead him around and generally see to his every need) but quickly wearies of these unnecessary and tiring side trips*
*periodically sends Glorfindel brief text updates from the road; it's absurd, when Glorfindel already has his schedule, but sadly, doing so helps him remember where he is and how many cities he has left, too* ( * )
*is checking his e-mail, of a...morning? when he sees a message from a Hithlum reporter to whom he gave a feature interview (just after the second show of the tour)* *opens it to find the piece itself attached, which he can't help scanning with somewhat morbid interest* ( * )
*snaps his laptop closed with something very like panic (what are they saying today?), no longer interested in what is actually a pretty glowing write-up* *reaches for his phone and dials, of all people, Gil-galad, mostly because (I'm going a little nuts) he knows the real Ecthelion would think it rude to come to Lindon and not look him up* |
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[Jun. 4th, 2009|07:48 pm] |
*after a fun night out (does so love meeting new people), fully expects a long lie-in during one of his last days on campus* *is a grown-up now and with great power comes great chat-up lines responsibility. or somethings*
*is woken up in the wee hours (of noon) by a very alarming (and very long and very informative) phone call* *spends the rest of the afternoon contemplating the meaning of it all through his headache and eventually decides he needs to make another phone call* *gets the appropriate number from his uncle and dials it* |
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[Dec. 23rd, 2008|02:58 pm] |
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*the morning after the Flower holiday party (or the afternoon, if we're being honest), takes a couple hours on his own to run the last leg of an "errand" before he meets up with Glorfindel for some last-minute shopping (and then Gil-galad and Arakáno for dinner)*
*arrives downtown at the agreed-upon coffee shop a few minutes early, looking a little flushed and winded* *orders a couple cups to go (one black, one one-sugar-dash-of-milk) while he waits* |
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[Aug. 6th, 2008|09:40 am] |
*finds he cannot concentrate on any of his work since Salgant dropped the bomb*
*isn't especially pleased with the notion of already having to break his strict "avoid Glorfindel until the end of time" policy, but there's only so much a man can take, really*
*goes over to the Flower and asks—nay, demands—to speak with the Lord of the House* |
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[Jul. 8th, 2008|09:05 pm] |
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*arrives at the Seafarer Hotel in Brithombar, wiping the corner of her mouth discreetly as she steps out of the car* *well, the limousine*
*latches on to Gil-galad as soon as she does* Oh my Eru, the flight was awful. It was so late. But Buck -- he was the pilot? -- he offered me a ride to the hotel, wasn't that sweet?
*looks around* Oh, I like this place. OK, right, I'm gonna check in and then have, like, a shower and maybe a manicure. Oh, do they do facials here? Anyways, I'll be right back and then we can party.
*totters off to get settled in* |
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