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[Dec. 6th, 2010|11:48 pm]
feanor
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[Mood | worried]

*Knows that pulling a gun in a crowd isn't quite on par with his family's past antics but is still sufficiently worried by it and its potential fall-out.*

*Proceeds in the only way he deems sensible given the severity of the situation.*

*Dials a phone number and paces back and forth across his living room as it rings, before cursing when it goes to answering machine.*

Nerdanel? If you're there, pick up. Seriously, pick up. *waits* Dammit woman, pick up! Look, I know things haven't been great between us lately but I don't know if you've heard, maybe you have heard, but Celegorm decided it would be a brilliant idea to threaten to shoot Doriath's royal family, in public. At a football match, no less. Okay, the boys haven't got together yet, they haven't burned anything down, they haven't invaded anywhere but you know how these things can escalate so please, for the love of kittens, pick up.
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[Oct. 10th, 2008|12:07 pm]

elenwe
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[Mood | relaxed]

*sits back in her chair after a satisfying meal and takes a sip of her wine while examining her surroundings carefully*

*can't help but be pleased that with each successive date Fëanáro's choice of restaurant has become more posh rather than less*

*overhears him ordering a chocolate mousse with two spoons and sits up again* Absolutely not. I told you I never eat dessert.
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[Aug. 26th, 2008|12:55 pm]

curufinwe
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[Mood | annoyed]

*spends the morning attempting to finish the syllabus for his undergraduate classes*

*finally gives up and throws the books against the wall, one by one*

Too basic, but they'll never understand it anyway. *bang* The author doesn't even know what he's talking about. *bang* I don't even know what the author's talking about. *bang*

*looks over to the 'computer' on his desk and shakes his head* *takes out a notebook and begins writing, intent on making his own superior textbook*

*stops an hour later when he realizes his intellect is far beyond the common student*

*picks up the phone and dials* Save me from my job before I murder again.
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[Mar. 30th, 2008|06:58 pm]
feanor
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[Mood | rushed]

*Arrives at the airstrip in Vinyamar with Maedhros.*

*Steps off the private plane and turns around to give the contraption an appraising look.*

*Might just have found a modern invention he actually likes.*

*Really wishes he'd had these plane things during the flight of the Noldor.*
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[Feb. 20th, 2008|08:09 pm]
feanor
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[Mood | worried]

*Emerges from his office after a long day's research to discover that the entire student body is in an uproar about some kind of violent assault.*

*Mutters* Yes, that's right. You don't give a crap about the great vowel shift but as soon as some drunken freshman pokes someone in the eye with a penknife is like soooo exciting, like oh my god.

*Shudders*

*Eventually hears about who exactly was involved on the grapevine.*

*Immediately calls Nerdanel.*
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[Jan. 9th, 2008|06:43 pm]
earwende
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[Mood | calm]

*has entered a state of absolute zen, in complete contrast to her husband-to-be* *yay, husband-to-be!*

*sits patiently as her hair and make-up are perfected*

*looks at the wedding programme in her hands:*

~-~The Marriage Of~-~
Eärwen Olwiel to Arafinwë Finwion

5.00pm: Arrival of Wedding Guests
5.30pm: Cocktail Reception (Ballroom)
6.30pm: Exchange of Vows (Balcony)
7.00pm: Champagne Reception (Ballroom)
8.00pm: Dinner (Ballroom)


*looks at her reflection and smiles, biting her lip, hoping that Arafinwë will like the tiny flowers in her hair and the very demure, simple dress and veil*

*takes a deep breath as 5.30pm approaches*

*makes her way out and down the sweeping staircase to the front hall* *has her arrival announced at the entrance to the ballroom*
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