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[Oct. 14th, 2008|09:46 am] |
*comes home after several hours of being of use wherever he can and being seen out in public a lot, because that's something people like*
*stops to check in with Tuor and learns the recovery team found remains of a PP&F helicopter* *orders all employees are to be brought in for questioning immediately, because he doubts this is something someone orchestrated on their own*
*heads up to his room to wash off all the ash and grime and maybe even sleep a little bit* |
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[Sep. 12th, 2008|11:15 am] |
*despite his House's extra duties during the lockdown, has never been happier or more refreshed* *likes being busy*
*has of course heard by now that there is a new Queen (of sorts) in town and, if the rumors are true, that she is expecting* *isn't really comfortable with terms like 'pregnant' or 'with child' or 'up the duff'*
*decides now would be a good time to pay his respects, since she's probably settled but not yet fat* *visible signs of …expecting are kind of creepy*
*stops by the palace* *brings a glazed lemon bundt cake* |
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[Aug. 25th, 2008|12:32 am] |
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*can't decide if she's excited or worried for Idril's return to Gondolin, particularly after her unpleasant encounter with Elenwë*
*on one hand, Idril was actually starting to like her before... everything*
*on the other hand... everything*
*ends up in the foyer around the time they're due to return* *really wishes Pete would stop looking at her like she needs to be tackled and restrained* |
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[Aug. 18th, 2008|05:57 pm] |
*finishes closing up her apartment in Delving (with profuse apologies to the landlord for leaving with so little notice)* *arranges for the few things she wants to be sent to Gondolin and calls the local Donation Center to pick up the rest*
*gets a chance to visit her itty bitty Eruson before he's kidnapped and, Eru, babies are cute, aren't they?*
*finally meets Turgon at the agreed upon rendezvous point for the trip back to Gondolin* *wow, this is happening fast* |
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[Aug. 14th, 2008|09:50 am] |
*has no idea what the frell is going on*
*one minute, the boss is leaving for a little vacation with her cousin/lover, and the next, she's resigned via letter and he's getting phonecalls from the higher-ups about filling in until a replacement Ambassador can be found*
*is, quite frankly, at the high end of Worry (this isn't like her, never has been)*
*rings her cell phone* *hopes she'll pick up--maybe this strange pod-Finrod won't remember how much she used to rely on him* |
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[Aug. 12th, 2008|09:56 am] |
*spends the day out with Turgon, but finds herself mostly distracted by a nagging thought*
*tells him to take a nap when they return to the hotel, while she runs a few errands* (*yes, dear, there are still errands on vacations*)
*locks herself in the bathroom when she comes back to take a hot bath*
*comes out twenty minutes later, wrapped in a towel, and sits on the edge of the bed* *feels like she can't breathe* |
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[Aug. 6th, 2008|01:57 pm] |
*wakes up early in the hotel in Ye Olde Hobb Towne (Historic District)* *finding Turgon still asleep, slips out of bed and over to the desk, where the letter she penned while he was showering the night before is waiting*
My Lord Findekáno,
In light of recent events, I feel it would no longer be wise to continue our professional relationship. I hope you will agree with me on this point and not attempt to persuade me otherwise.
Therefore, I am resigning my post as Ambassador to Delving, effective last week immediately. I realize my sudden departure may cause you some difficulty, so I will do my best to make any transition as smooth as possible. My assistant, Etrahildo, knows the office and duties well, and will suffice to continue running operations until a replacement can be found. To aid you in this search, I have included a list of qualified persons.
Please let me know if I can be of further assistance in this matter.
Regards,
Findaráto Arafinwiel
*puts it in an envelope, seals it, addresses it, and runs down to the desk to have it shipped out with the morning post*
*returns to the room, and bed, as quickly as she left and waits quietly for Turgon to wake, reassuring herself that she did the right thing* |
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[Jul. 31st, 2008|08:29 am] |
*helicopters his way to Delving and gets through the borders easily with the security pass Finrod gave him back when he was visiting more frequently*
*makes his way to her apartment, stopping to buy flowers on the way* *it can't hurt, right?* |
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[Jul. 24th, 2008|10:40 am] |
*wakes in the morning, gradually stirring into consciousness, feeling sore and tired but utterly content* *feels the weight and heat of a body next to her in bed, and curls into it happily*
*slowly becomes aware of something strange and different: a slighter chest to rest her head upon, no snoring softer breathing, and a racing from years of continual stress heart*
*and, just as slowly, remembers the night before, bit by bit, in vivid detail*
*doesn't open her eyes, wanting to believe this was all a dream, but is horrified by the reality of it*
*softly, barely audibly* Oh, Eru. |
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[Jul. 8th, 2008|02:45 pm] |
*wakes up in a cold sweat, biting her lip to keep from crying*
*can still see her face, as clear as if it had just happened -- the very image she spent a lifetime trying to forget* *feels an overwhelming urge to be sick*
*struggles to free herself from Turgon's arm and then climbs… no, slithers, out of bed and onto the floor to find her clothes* |
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[Jul. 5th, 2008|12:33 pm] |
*despite his earlier words, goes down to the train station himself to meet Finrod when she arrives*
*needs to clear his head after finding out about Írissë's pregnancy*
*waits on the platform, pacing, and feeling more and more worried about everything* |
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[Jul. 2nd, 2008|11:28 am] |
*receives a really rather interesting fax from the Marchwardens* *hmm*
*spends some time looking it over before approving it and sending it off*
*waits until later, when she's alone and guaranteed some privacy, before making a long-overdue phone call* |
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[May. 13th, 2008|11:44 pm] |
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*wakes up on the morning of his sister's wedding and is determined to be happy and supportive and happy and --*
*sighs and gets ready and goes to the venue (one of the courtyards in the Royal Compound) which is completely bedecked with white flowers*
*takes his seat on the bride's side and avowedly does not look at the empty seats on either side of him*
*realises he's ridiculously early when the band arrive to tune up* |
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[May. 7th, 2008|10:06 am] |
*sneaks out early on Friday while Thingol is distracted with his daily 'Beren Darts' game*
*thinks her super-competent assistant can handle things for half a day* (*Eru help him*)
*hops on the first train to Gondolin and sneaks her way into the palace* |
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[Apr. 1st, 2008|02:55 am] |
*comes out of the bathroom vigorously shaking the bottle of Pepto-Bismol*
*stands in the middle of the bedroom reading over the label*
I'm convinced you must have exceeded the maximum dosage by now. Ah, yes! Here we go, 16 tablespoons in twenty-four hours, not four hours. You shouldn't have anymore.
*takes one look down at the bed, sighs, and pours out another dosage* |
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[Feb. 16th, 2008|10:03 am] |
*finally does what he came to Delving to do and makes his way to his wife and daughter's hotel*
*inquires at the desk and finds they've gone out for the evening with the Noldorin Ambassador*
*spends about five seconds processing this information before coming to a conclusion:*
Oh, that's bad. That's really bad.
*takes a seat in the lobby and waits the wait of a condemned man* |
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[Jan. 13th, 2008|12:33 am] |
*decides it's finally time to make good on his "promise" and actually talk to NElenwë*
*tries her hotel room a few times and finds it empty*
*eventually leaves a message for her at the front desk to come to his room when she gets in*
*spends the rest of the day feeling a wonderful sensation of dread!* |
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[Jan. 8th, 2008|07:14 pm] |
*arrives in Vinyamar a day early under the cover of darkness*
*checks into the hotel with an assumed name (Nomar Pants, if you were curious)*
*settles down to wait with some minibar macaroons and some bad TV*
*not that he's really waiting for anything like a super-secret rendezvous* *not at all* |
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[Dec. 14th, 2007|10:33 am] |
*spends the morning relaying the contents of her "dream" to Fingon over the phone*
*then spends the afternoon doing the same with Thingol*
*is tired, cranky, and kind of tired of repeating the phrase "I'm not insane, it's happened before. NARGOTHROND, DUH."*
*could really use someone to bitch at talk to*
*gives Turgon a call* |
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