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[Jan. 30th, 2011|01:04 pm] |
*really did intend to sneak or shoot his way into Doriath* *finds the added complication of the borders being closed and rather heavily guarded when he and Gil-galad drive near, however*
*gets out of his car well clear of the roadblock, trying to work out the best way to go about this* Well. This could get messy. |
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[Mar. 18th, 2010|09:21 pm] |
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*is woken up at a ridiculously early hour of the morning (what? 8.30am is fucking early) by a phone call from his best friend who is in fucking Lindon without any warning* *mutters something about revoking Glorfindel's travel privileges as he goes into Káni's room to wake her up* (*if he has to suffer the indignity of an early morning, so does she, guest or not*)
*grumbles the whole way to the courthouse* No fucking idea why he wanted to meet here. They don't serve breakfast at the courthouse. Fuck's sake. |
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[Dec. 31st, 2009|08:30 pm] |
*as the New Year looms ever closer, finds the time to pick up the phone, in order to contact a friend who has been highly remiss in maintaining telecommunications*
*wanders through his hotel suite in Ossiriand towards the minibar and, as soon as the phone is answered, immediately launches into a verbal assault*
So, what the fuck, man? Have you taken a vow of silence? Don't get me wrong, that Happy Birthday text was short and to the point and Eru knows you went way overboard with the gift-giving this year but you're in my Dad's kingdom and don't actually tell anyone? He says there's this whole circus going on down by the lake. Is that true? |
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[Oct. 12th, 2009|06:19 pm] |
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*as promised, hightails it inside immediately after seeing her niece wed to "that cute boy", as her mother might say*
*moves a couple of namecards around and parks herself at the table nearest the bar after finagling a couple of drinks for her and Gil-galad* Thank Eru. It was freezing out there, bless Itarillë's heart. She's wearing a strapless and I don't think she even noticed. At the risk of becoming a cliché, I fucking love open bars. |
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[Aug. 3rd, 2009|04:34 pm] |
*has settled quite comfortably at Gil-galad's residence in Lindon, despite initial (massive) misgivings and something near a panic attack at the airport but he got through it, despite the near-overwhelming urge to go back to Gondolin*
*on the second day, after a long, long lie-in, wanders out to the patio (which once overlooked the sea) and sprawls out on a lounger, working on the tan he's already started to acquire*
*is offered breakfast and coffee by a member of Gil-galad's staff and wonders whether Gil-galad always has waitstaff or whether he's just trying to impress him*
*sends Ecthelion a short text (wish you were here. sun shining and not an office or recording studio in sight. - g x) and closes his eyes, relishing the heat of the sun* |
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[Dec. 23rd, 2008|02:58 pm] |
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*the morning after the Flower holiday party (or the afternoon, if we're being honest), takes a couple hours on his own to run the last leg of an "errand" before he meets up with Glorfindel for some last-minute shopping (and then Gil-galad and Arakáno for dinner)*
*arrives downtown at the agreed-upon coffee shop a few minutes early, looking a little flushed and winded* *orders a couple cups to go (one black, one one-sugar-dash-of-milk) while he waits* |
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[Dec. 11th, 2008|08:54 pm] |
*having arrived in Gondolin late the previous evening, decides to go for a bit of a walk to shake off the early holiday hangover* *leaves the Hidden Rock Hotel and steps into a coffee shop to get a takeaway coffee oh, and maybe a B.L.T. bagel*
*turns a corner onto a quiet side street and is immediately struck by the cold wind* *sets his coffee on the roof and his bagel on the bonnet of a rather nice-looking sports car as he buttons up his coat and winds his scarf a bit tighter* |
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[Nov. 20th, 2008|10:18 pm] |
*spends much of his day at the site of the Golden Flower, meeting with architects and talking down Aerandir and apologising to his manager (who's clearly only pretending to be pissed off 'cause his albums are flying off the shelves) and ignoring the words "recording" and "Erumas record" and catching up with G.I.P. paperwork*
*picks up a couple of takeaway menus on his way home, wondering if Ecthelion would see the funny side of Chinese (complete with chopsticks) for dinner (and knows he would)*
*has just parked his car at the front of the Fountain when his phone begins to ring* *digs it out of his pocket as he gets out of the car, without checking the caller ID*
Hello? |
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[Aug. 4th, 2008|12:33 am] |
*is a bit shaky on his feet, after the concert (which may even be deserving of a capital 'C') and is experiencing very little of the usual post-gig euphoria*
*meanders his way slowly towards the backstage area, trying to figure out whether it's time for an upper or a downer (sort of lost count before the first encore)*
*figures he'll just chill out until the streets have cleared enough for him to get home* |
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[Jul. 29th, 2008|09:14 pm] |
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*as promised to Gil-galad, has his servants prepare dinner for three*
*tells the chef not to hold back and ensures that the best wine is served*
*perhaps paces (limps) about a bit (nervously) while waiting for Káni to be shown up* (*somehow wants to impress her, for someone's sake, but is not sure whose*) |
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[Jul. 29th, 2008|12:07 am] |
*having waved Argon off at the station in Gondolin, hails a taxi to the House of the Golden Flower*
*asks if the Lord of the House is within and receiving visitors and has been told he's been doing nothing else all day*
*jogs into Glorfindel's living room* Are there usually photographers camped outside? And is it OK that I said I was your style guru? You look like you need a style guru. Maybe two. Káni and Fániel are mine. Hey. Glorfindel. Wake up. |
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[Jul. 10th, 2008|10:44 pm] |
*having deposited Ecthelion back at his hotel, returns to the party at the Seafarer (running through the streets like a child would run) (from nothing to nowhere for no reason)*
*finds the Imladris crew and greets them with a strained smile* Sorry to skip out early but -- uhm -- something came up, to do with work?
*tugs Gil-galad away a little bit and speaks to him in a low voice* Arakáno left, Sir. She seemed -- determined. |
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[Jul. 8th, 2008|09:05 pm] |
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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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[Jul. 7th, 2008|06:38 pm] |
*even though it's horrifically late (3am or so), is hanging out down in the hotel foyer, with a by-now empty martini glass (his 8th of the evening)*
*dangles his legs over the arm of possibly the most comfortable armchair in existence while occasionally turning a page of his football magazine*
*is mostly keeping his eyes trained on the hotel doors, on the off-chance that there are people arriving early for the weekend extraganza of beach and barbeque and booze* *totally thought Argon and Fániel would have been here ages ago* |
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