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[Jan. 22nd, 2011|04:25 pm]
beleg
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*hears Melian's message, the force of which is like a punch to the stomach and surely Melian can feel, in response, her bone deep shock and sorrow and what was the last thing she said to Thingol? Something inane about the power being out?* *is weirdly grateful for Túrin, in some crystal clear thought, for making her used to this form of transport*

*gets out her phone and breaks into a run* *firstly, calls Haleth and Mablung, ordering them to the Palace instantly (she trusts no one else with this task) and telling Mablung to bring Arandur with him* *arrives at the quarters of Beren and Lúthien and pounds on the door as she lets herself in and realises (heartbroken) that she will have to tell them why she is here*

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*having ensure the safety of the Royal Family, immediately seeks out Melian, and when she presents herself before the Queen (Regent?), she bows her head, pale and resolute*
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[Nov. 7th, 2010|07:32 pm]

elrond
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[Mood | calm]

*has the house to himself one weekday afternoon, what with Arwen at school and Celebrían tied up in meetings all day*

*...or mostly to himself, anyway; certainly is at his leisure in the den, browsing leisurely through a stack of books (he knows his companion won't mind, and may find one or two items of interest himself)*

*lightly* About time you decided to take a walk for a change. I was starting to get jealous of the zen paradise that is Lórell Inn.
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[Oct. 2nd, 2009|10:19 pm]

erest0r
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[Mood | distressed]

*having been officially kicked out of the Fountain on leave, is crashing in Menegroth with Elrond and his family* *has brought along his laptop so he can keep up with his schoolwork, but aside from that, is content to sleep, doze, and lounge away the long weeks of triple-duty* *is really too used to living alone, though—accidentally walked in on Celebrían changing clothes the second morning* *oops*

*three nights in, has apparently rested enough to allow his subconscious free rein once more* *or maybe it's just been biding its time (it's been at least two weeks since he last died in his sleep, after all)*

*jerks awake out of a sound slumber, his pulse slamming against his ribs, breath stuck in his throat* *spends a good three or four minutes sitting bolt-upright in bed, staring at the clock (1:17am... 1:18am... 1:19am), before he pushes back the covers and stumbles out of the guest room*

*quietly wanders down to the kitchen for a glass of water, and once he's there, begins seriously entertaining thoughts of just staying up until it's time to put the coffee on for his hosts* *doubts he'll be getting back to sleep any time soon*
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[Sep. 30th, 2008|03:26 pm]
0lorin
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[Mood | sympathetic]

*wanders the sidewalks of Ondolindë, having slipped into the City with the morning's first light* (*there hasn't been a mortal decree yet that can keep out a determined Maia, after all*)

*takes in the quiet streets, scores of darkened shopfronts, and the empty eateries on every block* *most of all, contemplates the niggling sense of something Wrong, right down deep in his guts (or the Musical equivalent of guts, anyway)* *has been trying to get a good read on the feeling all morning, without much luck*

*pauses as the road he's on dead-ends into a wide park venue with green lawns split into sections by smooth stone walkways* *sighs quietly to himself at the stark emptiness of it; no lovers on the benches, no children in the trees or running over the grass* *thinks it's as though the entire City is holding its breath, waiting for whatever-is-next*

*unexpectedly spots a lone figure occupying a bench on the far side of the concourse* *shrugs to himself, and after a moment's thought, begins making his way over*
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[Jul. 29th, 2008|05:06 pm]

erest0r
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*decides he can't stall any longer*

*put on his 2IC shoes (not that he ever actually takes them off) and gathers together a file folder of reports and updates, including details for the second concert venue*

*heads to Ecthelion's office, mentally rehearsing what he's going to say*

Sir, I respectfully request Friday evening off in order to escort his Majesty's esteemed lady mother to a tasteful club of her choice. *ugh, too forced*

Sir, may I have the Friday night shift off? The King's mother asked whether I and some of the Lords might take her out dancing, just to get her mind off things for a while. *er, too personal?*

Sir, Turgie's mummy asked me out. *DEFINITELY not*

*is still debating over the right approach when he arrives at the office door* *knocks crisply*
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[Jul. 8th, 2008|09:05 pm]
faniel
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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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