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[Jan. 31st, 2011|07:52 pm] |
[...a message to my fellow Doriathrim, both at home and abroad... it is my sad duty to inform you that his Majesty Elu Thingol, lord of Menegroth and sovereign of all Doriath, has been killed... death occurred less than an hour into the citywide blackout of two days past... he is succeeded by his grandson, King Domíran Berenion Eluchíl... and now her Majesty the Queen Regent will address the nation...]
*scarcely hears a word of the official announcement, carried out with due sobriety by the Palace's official press secretary, nor does she recognize her own voice in the minutes that follow (somehow there are words of comfort, of strength, and she must hold fast to her people's shocked hearts while her own lies scattered on the blood-soaked carpet)*
*retires immediately afterward for lunch with her family, and they give up on their untouched food ten minutes later, choosing instead to sit together and reminisce by turns, stories and laughter and tears to fill the wide silent spaces; but she herself is silent, when Lúthien's reddened eyes still watch the doorway expectantly, and Mír's white face speaks to horror unvoiced*
*as night falls, withdraws to her private garden, leaving instructions that she is not to be disturbed for any reason* |
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[Aug. 28th, 2010|02:41 pm] |
*knowing how Olórin is, decides she had better get him over for dinner as soon as possible*
*to that end, arranges for the cooks to make Thingol's favorite foods (the better to ensure he'll show) and tells him only that an old friend of hers is in town and has wanted to meet him* *will just leave it to Olórin to figure out how to introduce himself further than that*
*as afternoon gives way to evening, makes her way to the private dining patio set in her vast indoor garden, where dinner is to be served* *hums with her birds while she waits for her husband to arrive* |
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[Aug. 19th, 2010|09:03 pm] |
*has pitched up in Doriath again on his (un)usual circuit, just in time for the summer's most oppressive heat to kick in* *ahhhh perfect*
*decides to go for a hike through the boonies before he sets foot in Menegroth proper, just because it's nice out (and you never know who you'll meet!)* *shucks his shoes, strips down to his undershirt, and sets off on a "walk" which may or may not be fully corporeal in nature*
*after some time, senses a familiar presence drawing close—oh, does she sound steamed from here the weather notwithstanding* |
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pleased