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[Sep. 30th, 2010|09:44 pm] |
*after his... interesting evening with Melian and Thingol, decided to stay on in Menegroth a while* *for one thing, has gotten himself involved with a few local affairs (as usual!) and wants to stick around until they're resolved* *might also have some extra thinking to do, and traveling doesn't let him ruminate quite so well (what with the getting involved in local affairs)*
*wends his way round to Lórell Inn one afternoon and lets himself in quietly, so as not to disturb any patients guests in residence* *wanders as far as the front sitting room and stops in his tracks, both literal and metaphorical* Oh. Hello?. |
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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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[Feb. 13th, 2010|07:06 pm] |
*would be spending Vendórë's Day in Gondolin, with the boyfriend, but changing his schedule involved picking up the holiday shift* *instead, makes other arrangements by phone*
*feels a little guilty about leaving Gandalf to his own devices for most of the day, until he's reassured (reminded?) that "a wizard is never without his own devices, Meriadoc Brandybuck!"* *well, all righty then!*
*gets back home around suppertime and flits about the house, full of excited energy, eyeballs practically glued to the clock, until Gandalf (laughingly) persuades him to do something productive before he punches holes through the ceiling* *to that end... bakes!*
*is making good progress on some scratch cookie dough when his mobile goes off* Crap, crap. *waves his floury hands at his houseguest, rather frantically* Pick it up pick it up—! |
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[Nov. 24th, 2009|07:33 pm] |
*has an appointment to keep!* *an actual on-the-books appointment, even*
*turns up precisely when he means to (that is to say, a good twenty minutes early) and makes a polite inquiry at reception* *considers signing his real name to the check-in log, just for a laugh, but decides he doesn't need to confuse the place's paper trail any more than necessary* |
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[Sep. 30th, 2008|03:26 pm] |
*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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sympathetic