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[Jan. 30th, 2011|12:09 pm] |
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*after a hurried conference with the king and queen, and even more hurried efforts to muster a task force made up of a number of Gondolin's best soldiers, travels to dark Menegroth to personally verify some of this crazy shit aid the marchwardens in their fight*
*coordinates with Beleg over the phone on the train and, once in the city, outlines a basic plan of attack with the other lords of Gondolin and their women and men, strictly emphasizing periodic check-ins and cooperation with the local authorities*
We're here at Lady Melian's request, people. I expect everyone to behave like any good guest despite Doriath's history of insane foreign policy, understood? *looking at each person in turn, his eyes lingering on Glorfindel for just a moment (it's dark/are you going to be okay?)* Any questions? |
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[Jan. 28th, 2010|09:27 pm] |
*perhaps unsurprisingly, finds herself back in Gondolin (for such a small, secret city, it is a hive of activity)* *occupies herself in the hospital and in the nursing home, delaying the inevitable and savouring the promise of what is to come*
*finally, makes her way to a particular House and has no trouble 'reminding' the receptionist that she does, in fact, have a twelve o'clock appointment with the Lord of the House* *shows herself to the office and, as soon as she is gone, the receptionist has no recollection of what she looked like (and that tingle down his spine when she crossed the threshold is a vague memory)*
*settles down in the office, unsurprised that the Lord of the House has not yet emerged for the day* *potters about and looks at the photographs and scrawled notes and (lack of) filing system and tingles with anticipation that this is one for the taking* |
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[May. 11th, 2009|03:15 pm] |
*times her return to Gondolin with her son so that the train arrives in late and there is the bare minimum of staff in the Flower* (*really could do without the fuss*)
*has had a productive week in Himring, undisturbed, mostly because she finally hit upon a way of keeping her son quiet or, at least, quietly fretful* *cannot believe she didn't hit on this idea earlier although knows that it probably wouldn't have 'taken' if he were not quite so dependent on whiskey and the occasional tablet that finds its way into his juice or his dinner* *has given him a phone, identical to his own, with all his numbers programmed in but with an extra number or a wrong digit or a slight enough difference that calls will not connect and texts will not be delivered* *knows that in this age of mobile phones, no one remembers phone numbers anymore*
(*also, it's been a little funny, watching him watching his phone like a hawk*)
*managed to complete a lot of transactions and would quite happily cut Glorfindel loose in Himring except that she needs to sign some papers in a bank based in Gondolin (and, really, finds Gondolin to be a rather charming place)* |
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[Oct. 27th, 2008|08:46 pm] |
*had intended to catch a few hours of sleep to make up for an entirely sleepless night but, instead, finds himself packing his few belongings (and maybe it's just as well his house burned down [and everything in it] because he has so little to pack)*
*checks into the Hidden Rock Hotel (five star, of course) before attempting to go about his daily business, sifting through intelligence reports and compiling summaries of the reports* *makes it to lunchtime before accepting that he is too distracted to deal with paper work* *spends the rest of the day at the site of the Flower, helping to clear away the bulldozed remains* *works and works and works until he is too tired to think straight (which is a blessed relief of its own)*
*finally, goes back to the hotel, forgoing dinner in the restaurant* *sits on the edge of the bed and stares blankly in front of him and minutes pass and maybe an hour but he doesn't know (even though time means more as a mortal) (but what did ten thousand years mean anyway?)* |
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[Oct. 14th, 2008|07:37 pm] |
*having had a very busy day - which is odd, given that her operating list was cancelled to accomodate the enaction of the Hospital Emergency Plan - makes her way along a darkened corridor towards the hospital entrance, with every intention of getting the Mandos out of work*
*is stopped en route by a patient's family (asking directions), a nurse from her own ward, two of her medical colleagues and three bleeps from the casualty department but does eventually reach the stairwell* |
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[Aug. 26th, 2008|10:44 pm] |
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*as he runs through the streets of Gondolin (from glow of streetlight to streetlight), phones Aerandir and tells him, first of all, to send a car and driver directly to the House of the Fountain, and then to go to the storage room and get two semi-automatic pistols, two Berettas, multiple rounds for all four guns, as well as four combat knives*
*is still on the phone to Aerandir as he bursts into the foyer of the House of the Fountain* *to the guy at the desk, while holding his hand over the phone* Get Ecthelion down here now. *puts his hand on the desk* And when you're done, contact the House of the Hammer and tell them we need a perimeter guard set up around Ondolindë Concrete Corp ("'s a blue O with--a C? Two Cs inside.") as back-up for myself and Ecthelion. *clicks his fingers as he recalls Erestor's repeated warnings about the House of the Fountain* And double your own guard.
*turns back to his conversation with Aerandir while he waits for Ecthelion* Right, right, throw in two stilettoes too. 'K, I'm going to need you to wait for me at the front gates. I'll be passing in the car in the next few minutes. |
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cheerful
depressed
exhausted