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[Mar. 1st, 2011|10:50 pm]

glaurfindel
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*is going through some of his letters over breakfast: yes, it's a weekday and he's actually out of bed for breakfast with his husband; he mightn't be out of the house or, indeed, fully-clothed but he's up, damnit!*

*chewing on a pancake, gestures at a memo from the Palace* Hm, see that Celeborn is in residence. That's interesting. *looks up at his husband, a bright smile on his face* I know my House does the tourism part but I'm going to assume that our Fearless Leader has chosen you to show the young man about. *rather amused* I think you're officially the Face of Gondolin now?

[edit] *following a successful morning meeting, finishing up the last of the Special Ops debriefs, is informed that his 11.15am appointment is here*

*glances at the clock, figuring that, whoever it is, there should still be plenty of time to get to the Fountain for noon cupcakes (and, for once, that isn't a euphemism)*
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[Feb. 16th, 2011|05:18 pm]
estellabolger
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*can't quite believe what she's gotten herself into with this jewelry show gig* *had some little catwalk show in mind, maybe some sashaying, a twirl-snap at the end* *definitely wasn't expecting a high-society exhibit featuring the models as living art, each dripping with enough diamonds to feed a small country for a month*

*on the evening of the gala, finds herself perched on a raised pedestal set in the midst of a sparkling pool, the hem of her long silver gown trailing out into the water* *sits very still while the makeup/hair/accessory people fuss over the headdress and glitter and, of course, the diamonds* *drinks in the details while she can; as part of the VirtuesTM collection showcase, she's portraying blind(folded) Justice*

*minutes before the doors are to open, her fingers are guided around the gleaming scales and sword, and she has to stamp out the urge to giggle or kick her feet* *is solemn and serene and... and just, dammit*
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[Jan. 30th, 2011|12:09 pm]

ecthelion
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[Mood | working]

*after a hurried conference with the king and queen, and even more hurried efforts to muster a task force made up of a number of Gondolin's best soldiers, travels to dark Menegroth to personally verify some of this crazy shit aid the marchwardens in their fight*

*coordinates with Beleg over the phone on the train and, once in the city, outlines a basic plan of attack with the other lords of Gondolin and their women and men, strictly emphasizing periodic check-ins and cooperation with the local authorities*

We're here at Lady Melian's request, people. I expect everyone to behave like any good guest despite Doriath's history of insane foreign policy, understood? *looking at each person in turn, his eyes lingering on Glorfindel for just a moment (it's dark/are you going to be okay?)* Any questions?
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[backdated] [Dec. 18th, 2010|10:24 pm]

ecthelion
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[Mood | confused]

*walks over to the Harp for a scheduled meeting with Salgant regarding his mysterious charity proposition (about which he has uncovered no further details, despite two additional phone calls and a winning and persuasive Esther)*

*can hear Salgant talking behind his closed door (on the phone?) when he reaches the outer office but is promptly told to go on in anyway*

*lightly, as he opens Salgant's office door (perhaps if he goes into this with a joking attitude, the conversation won't degenerate into petty insults, yay, optimism)* I hope you realize how much you've hyped this song business by not telling me about it over— *stops short when he sees Salgant's companion, instantly tongue-tied* Ah. Hello?.
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[Dec. 6th, 2010|01:39 pm]

ecthelion
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[Mood | lost]

*has traveled to Dorthonion for a long-ish weekend to attend the big winter festival there, at Ashley's recommendation*

*wakes up bright and early one morning to go and have a bit of a wander in Buckleburgh (though really, they could have picked from any number of towns to stay in—Ashley wasn't kidding about the scope of local involvement) while Glorfindel sleeps in at the tiny B&B*

*wraps up warm, complete with scarf, hat, and sunglasses (partly to protect from the elements; partly to avoid being recognized outside of Gondolin, as has become a vaguely disturbing trend), and walks down to where an ice-sculpture contest is already in full swing*

*spends some time awed by some of the sculptors at work (drips and streams may haunt his dreams but ice...)* *gets so wrapped up in trying to work out how that fish isn't going to collapse once the support struts are removed that he entirely forgets which direction the B&B is*

*takes a map of the area out of his back pocket (not a very good or detailed map, unfortunately) and stares at it for a while in bewilderment (and this isn't a big town)* Hrm. Oh, wait, no...that way's north. I think?
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[Nov. 10th, 2010|05:42 pm]
0lorin
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*hadn't thought to visit Gondolin next, but after seeing Elrond and Erestor, decides he'd better drop in on that corner* *and it's not as though he has an itinerary to rearrange, anyhow*

*leaves Menegroth and makes his way north, arriving into the city early one bright, chilly afternoon* *shrugs into his grey woolen coat and scarf (an afterthought, of course) and sets off to find Glorfindel*

*is amused when, after only an hour of wandering the streets and asking some helpful passers-by, he's directed to the rather pleasant Telerin café where the Lords of the Flower and the Fountain are supposedly lunching together* *steps in unobtrusively at first, so as not to interrupt right off the bat*
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[Sep. 8th, 2010|02:22 pm]

ecthelion
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[Mood | anxious]

*checks out of the office a little early one afternoon, taking a pile of work with him and heading over to the Flower (it'll be a Flowery sort of night)*

*lets himself into Glorfindel's apartment and, after a bit of tinkering and hyperventilating here and there, gathers his files and papers and laptop and climbs, fully clothed, into Glorfindel's gigantic (bone-dry) bathtub*

*opens up his laptop and starts by alphabetizing everything on his hard drive (the better to not-think about yawning basins that may or may not fill up with water at any moment)*
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[Aug. 10th, 2010|01:10 am]
estellabolger
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[Mood | shocked]

*is having a pretty average early-morning start at the office, all told—the usual onslaught of snail mail, email, interoffice mail, and memos from every corner of the House—when one particular email near the bottom of the screen catches her eye* *blinks in surprise, instantly recognizing her brother's address (and it takes her a moment to remember that she gave him one of her business cards last time she was up, just for a laugh)*

*pops the message open and skims it* *something about an article in the Brighton paper that she'll want to read, like, now?* *goes ahead and clicks the article link, curious as to what could be so interesting that Freddy's emailing it to her at work*

*takes in the headline (oh, a break-in or something) before moving down to the main text* *...* *hits "Print" about three paragraphs in, all color draining from her face (despite everything), because there are words like shotgun and injuries, and the picture's caption reads Doc Brandt and Carol Taberer wait for news from inside the house, and the dark smears on the old lady's shirt look frighteningly like blood*

*grabs the article off the printer and hurries over to Ecthelion's office, knocking sharply as she practically bursts through the door*
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[Aug. 4th, 2010|09:40 pm]

ecthelion
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[Mood | WTF WTF WTF WTF]

*awakens very sluggishly, though it really only has been about five minutes*

*doesn't need the sharpest edges of his wits to understand immediately that something's very wrong, however*

Okay. This isn't my office. I dozed off in my office, and now I'm in... *looks around more carefully* ...Salgant's office? Why am I in Salgant's office?

*spots a telephone on the desk and picks up the handset, pressing a speed-dial button at random without the first clue as to what he means to say, or to whom* *hears the staffer on the other end answer with a wary-sounding Lord Salgant?* No, this is... *freezes at the sound of his own voice* *annnd then he looks at the hand holding the phone* Oh god.
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[Jul. 18th, 2010|04:41 pm]
el_rohir
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*is having a pretty ahh-mazing time in Gondolin, so far, between his family (nuclear and extended) and the high-roller craziness that is the Big City* *plus there are entirely new throngs of fans to schmooze and/or dodge!*

*finds himself and his twin at loose ends one afternoon, with his mother and Glorfindel out to lunch, his father off on his own somewhere raiding a library probably, and Erestor gone MIA (vacation or sick leave or something?)*

*after a brief exchange with Ethan, winds up in one of the Flower's larger sitting rooms with a book and a lemonade* *lounges on the couch and doesn't actually read, but instead watches his brother tinkering with the nearby piano (a bit of melody here, half of a song there, ever accompanied by small notations on the sheet music)*
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[Jun. 21st, 2010|07:37 pm]
estellabolger
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[Mood | excited]

*on the eve of Danielle's last show at the Cat's Eye, spends a good two hours flailing around the house with her roomies, dolling up to absolute perfection (favorite emerald-green strapless mini, check! favorite red four-inchers, check!)* *it's a big deal, after all—the last of their trio is finally getting out of the biz for good, and they're going to have extra (special) company along for the ride!* *is determined to be excited about this, yes, because any alternative will have her drowning some degree of mortification in booze which is a distinct possibility anyway*

*some hours later, finds herself thoroughly ensconced within the club's booming-bass, smoking-neon atmosphere* *procured a table right up by the stage, of course, so they'll have a great view of the main event* *in the meantime, makes herself busy by keeping her dress tugged up/down, ignoring former clients' curious stares, and maintaining a semblance of sobriety* *...is having a bit more luck with the first two*
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[Jun. 7th, 2010|09:35 pm]

glaurfindel
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[Mood | chipper]

*arrives back in Gondolin with his husband on the afternoon following the Virtuoso Awards with the express intention to let the senior staff of the Flower and the Fountain know about their lords' new marital status before their respective agents issue the press release*

*in order to maintain some privacy, he and Ecthelion travel separately to the Palace* *while Ecthelion goes to face the music speak with Turgon, goes to find their dog and to break the news to Idril* *only manages to extricate himself with promises that he and his husband will have lunch with Idril and Tuor the following day*

*en route, texts Aerandir to ask that he and Sophie meet him at the conference room at the House of the Fountain in half an hour* *arrives back (home) at the Fountain and goes to the conference room himself, genuinely entertained by how excited Marigold is to be back here again* *tips a salute to Pete as he walks past the front desk*
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[May. 30th, 2010|09:03 pm]

ecthelion
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[Mood | happy]

*after a blissful and relaxing honeymoon, is on his way to Vinyamar with Glorfindel to attend the Virtuoso Awards, tanned and stress-free (and sporting a bit of a pulled muscle in his thigh)*

*or at least they would be properly on their way, if they hadn't been sidelined at the airport in Harad with flight delay after flight delay*

*finally arrives in Vinyamar (very, very late) and, once in the waiting car, exchanges a flurry of frantic texts with Roxy (or at least she seems rather frantic about it) to tell her he's still en route, although he'll miss most of the show at this point)*

*returns his phone to his jacket pocket and turns to Glorfindel with a smile* Apparently I've won awards. And here I thought I was going to have to come up with my own excuse to miss all the fun.
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[Apr. 1st, 2010|04:30 pm]

ecthelion
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[Mood | relaxed]

*spends another afternoon in much the same way he's spent the past few afternoons, meaning that he's basking in the sun in a deck chair on the balcony of his Harad hotel room, reading a paperback mystery and wearing nothing but sunglasses, a lot of sun lotion, and about half of a dozing Glorfindel*

*stretches, running his free hand down Glorfindel's side, his tone full of amusement* I know I've already told you you've got a hot ass, but if you don't flip over soon, it's going to burn.
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[Mar. 18th, 2010|09:21 pm]
gilgalad
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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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[Mar. 17th, 2010|01:31 pm]

ecthelion
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[Mood | exhausted]

*after a brief stop at the House of the Golden Flower, somehow ended up first on a train out of Gondolin and then on a plane to Lindon with Glorfindel*

*spends the better part of both of these journeys alternately not-looking at Glorfindel and sneaking looks at Glorfindel as a reminder he's there, in order to scold himself about going through with this incredibly dumb idea* *wracks his brain for something, anything to say to Glorfindel to distract him from his obvious anxiety (it's nighttime; they're high in the sky; they've barely spoken in months) but comes up pretty blank, except for a few words of small talk here and there (which he still sucks at, yes)*

*as a result, is filled with nothing more or less than dread by the time they touch down in Lindon rather late in the night and are driven to the hotel where he kept his reservation* *is so drained from the effort of not doing anything offensive or awkward that he can only mumble a resigned "thanks anyway" when he is told at the front desk that a second room will be available the following night, but not tonight (not even for an international superstar)*

*fumbles with the keycard at the door of the suite, rubbing his eyes with the heel of his hand (but at least he's getting too tired to be too overtly uptight)* It's fine. It's a suite. I'll sleep on the couch. Tomorrow you get to play tour guide, okay?
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[Mar. 15th, 2010|12:00 am]

glaurfindel
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[Mood | aggravated]

*wakes up screaming from a nightmare, in the midst of what sounds like an Eru-awful storm* *hyperventilates as he realises how fucking dark it is in his room* *fumbles on the bedside lamp and collapses back against his pillows, staring at the ceiling, choking back sobs*

(A dream, an endless dream, of falling, of being pushed by (Ecthelion) (Erestor) (Idril), of being told to jump by (Gil-galad) (Elrond), every face familiar and so-well loved)

*rests his left hand on his chest, which still heaves up and down with gasping breaths and shakes his head* *almost soundlessly* Oh no.

*huddles against his pillows and remembers and remembers and remembers* And, oh, must we be friends?

*falls back into a fitful sleep as dawn approaches and it is late in the day (though not yet near dark) when he manages to leave his house* *should tell his doctors that he knows himself, such as he is, but finds, instead, that his feet lead him towards the gazebo (it is peaceful, at least) (I cannot be really sad here)*
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[Mar. 12th, 2010|02:50 pm]

glaurfindel
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[Mood | horny]

*early on the day on which he is due to have one of his casts (the left one) off, attempts to do some tidying in his apartment* *encounters the cards he retrieved from his safety deposit block and, in a fit of curiosity and endeavour, manages to figure out that they can fit into the side of his laptop*

*jumps as a moving image appears onscreen (it appears to be Ecthelion, working in his office)* *confused, peers a little closer and, a moment later, sees himself (himself-that-was) walk into the office* *turns up the volume to listen to the initial exchange and, for no reason that he can think of, feels his mouth go dry as video-Ecthelion stands up and walks (or stalks) towards video-him*

(*cannot, cannot tear his eyes away (kissing) (shirts being ripped) (laughter, oh laughter) (tumbling and wrestling and more clothes shed) (and so on and so forth and oh my)*)

*really unsure of what he is doing (except that he aches and cannot do a thing about it), has an appointment made for lunchtime*

*cheeks flushed, lips almost aquiver, goes to the House of the Fountain*
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[Feb. 26th, 2010|08:13 pm]

glaurfindel
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[Mood | confused]

*enjoyed having Gil-galad's company for the past week and is certainly sad to see him go* *promises to visit him in Lindon as soon as possible*

*finds himself at a bit of a loss once his visitor leaves, however, as he's still nowhere near up to speed on the career-front and is, quite frankly, uncertain how he can ever pick up those pieces of his life* *potters around his apartment one morning, giving the spare room a wide berth*

*is investigating the drawers of the bureau in the living room when he finds two curious items: one is a plane ticket, one-way to Losgar, dated two weeks previously and the other is a small key, with a logo emblazoned on it*

*realises he's seen that logo before and digs out his wallet to see that, yes, on his credit card is the very same logo: the emblem of the First Bank of Gondolin* *further ascertains that the key must be for a safety deposit box and, curiosity truly piqued, decides to make an outing to the bank*
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[Feb. 15th, 2010|10:35 am]

idril
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[Mood | contemplative]
[Music |(really)]

*fairly early the morning after Vendórë's Day, goes out for another walk in the park to clear her head*

*had a very nice holiday, all told, and Tuor was sweet as pie as usual (and very understanding about her having one of her Bad Days, despite all her efforts to ward off the Bad Dream that sometimes gets her down)* *doesn't quite know why that should be, when life is everything she wants right now, but it happens anyway**

*finds a bench to sit on and takes out the little bag of bread crusts she brought with her to feed the birds*
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