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[Aug. 4th, 2010|09:40 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | &ecthelion&estella, &ecthelion&glorfindel, &ecthelion&salgant, &estella&salgant, &glorfindel&salgant, @gondolin:flower, @gondolin:fountain, @gondolin:harp, ecthelion, eru, estella, glorfindel, lucas, salgant, yangchen | ] |
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*awakens very sluggishly, though it really only has been about five minutes*
*doesn't need the sharpest edges of his wits to understand immediately that something's very wrong, however*
Okay. This isn't my office. I dozed off in my office, and now I'm in... *looks around more carefully* ...Salgant's office? Why am I in Salgant's office?
*spots a telephone on the desk and picks up the handset, pressing a speed-dial button at random without the first clue as to what he means to say, or to whom* *hears the staffer on the other end answer with a wary-sounding Lord Salgant?* No, this is... *freezes at the sound of his own voice* *annnd then he looks at the hand holding the phone* Oh god. |
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[Dec. 13th, 2009|11:38 pm] |
*having been the recipient of the glad tidings of Maeglin's whereabouts (ie: Not Gondolin), resists the urge to phone Ecthelion, partly to prove to himself that he can function without Ecthelion and partly because Ecthelion seems intent on totally ignoring Glorfindel's Post-It proposals and he's just not in the mood to argue about that right before his next errand*
*texts Ecthelion instead, to let him know what's going on (Maeglin confirmed to be somewhere near the sea. Will be in Ossiriand next week, according to his mother) and hopes that Ecthelion will understand the significance*
*takes a deep breath and makes his way towards the House of the Harp, where he has made an appointment with the Lord of the House* *hopes he looks suitably imposing, dressed as he is in a suit and open-collared shirt, lest he encounter that little shit of a second, Yates* |
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[Oct. 11th, 2009|09:46 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | &aredhel&idril, &aredhel&nimloth, &argon&gil-galad, &beleg&turin, &duilin&glorfindel, &earendil&ecthelion, &earendil&tuor, &ecthelion&glorfindel, &ecthelion&tuor, &glorfindel&salgant, @sirion, aredhel, argon, beleg, celebrian, duilin, earendil, ecthelion, elrond, gil-galad, glorfindel, idril, nimloth, salgant, tuor, turin | ] |
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*arrived yesterday in Sirion and was rather taken aback at how familiar it all seems, in spite of the fast food joints and supermarkets* *is very taken by the hotel on the seafront (though not as taken by it as Idril is) and is very satisfied with the security measures put in place by Rôg*
*wakes up (or is woken up by Ecthelion) good and early on the morning of the wedding, which is at noon* *indulges in a pint or two in the hotel bar to steady his nerves (and has no idea why Ecthelion is so nervous, seeing as he's not the one getting married today) (not that Tuor is nervous either, of course!)*
*finally, just before noon, is standing at the top of a makeshift aisle on the beach, enjoying the very end of the warm(-ish) autumn sunshine*
*murmuring* Now I'll allow that kilts probably weren't the best choice. Still, my skin hue must match my blue tartan, right? |
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[Jul. 28th, 2009|05:49 pm] |
*on a day when his boyfriend's album is flying out of the shops, has an appointment to keep at the Harp*
*wends his way across town in the mid-morning and shows up at the House of the Harp with an uncharacteristally determined and business-like expression because, even though Ecthelion shows no further adverse effects after the incident involving the Fountain, he has not entirely forgotten (forgiven?) Salgant's role in the whole affair* |
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[Jul. 18th, 2009|09:02 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | &ecthelion&erestor, &ecthelion&estella, &ecthelion&glorfindel, &ecthelion&salgant, &elemmakil&erestor, &erestor&estella, &erestor&glorfindel, &estella&salgant, &glorfindel&salgant, @gondolin:fountain, danielle, ecthelion, elemmakil, erestor, estella, georgia, glorfindel, salgant | ] |
*it's a bright and sunny Saturday afternoon, and the place to be is the House of the Fountain's annual barbecue!*
*per her roommates' specific instructions (girlfriend, you are not working today, today we party), has dolled up a bit for the occasion* *figures if nothing else, she and Danielle and Georgia will make damned good armcandy for their unsuspecting date*
*as such, finds herself carefully stepping across the House's beautiful green lawns in strappy four-inchers, one arm curled around Erestor's and a fruity drink balanced in the other hand* *pleasantly, to their little party at large* I don't know about the rest of you, but there's a coney dog with my name on it. Bets on whether I can keep the sauce off my skirt this time? |
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[May. 29th, 2009|04:05 pm] |
*wakes up bright and early on one fine and glorious Sunday morning indeed!*
*showers/dresses/eats breakfast/etc. before leaving the house, memory stick in hand*
*makes a quick stop at a printer's before heading out onto the street again, carrying a large envelope* *is on his way toward the headquarters of The Daily Dirt when he passes the rehab clinic where his "esteemed" colleague is currently in residence*
*deciding he's got to satisfy his curiosity, detours back to the clinic and presents himself as a visitor (even maintaining high hopes of leaving without requiring rhinoplasty)*
[Edit] *returns to the Harp (having already forgotten his primary errand), and to his office* *dumps the envelope and its contents into his paper shredder and deletes the source files before the endless tide of his resentment has the chance to swell again* |
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[Dec. 15th, 2008|06:35 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | &anaire&erestor, &argon&gil-galad, &argon&glorfindel, &duilin&glorfindel, &ecthelion&elemmakil, &ecthelion&glorfindel, &ecthelion&meleth, &edrahil&erestor, &egalmoth&elemmakil, &erestor&glorfindel, &glorfindel&idril, &glorfindel&salgant, &idril&salgant, @gondolin:flower, anaire, argon, duilin, ecthelion, edrahil, egalmoth, elemmakil, erestor, gil-galad, glorfindel, idril, mac, meleth, salgant | ] |
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*leaves (home?) the House of the Fountain, dressed smartly in a suit (designer) and open-necked shirt (designer)*
*makes his way (home?) to the Flower, a good hour before the official start time of the party to make sure that everything is in place: lights throughout the tent, Erumas trees in each corner of the tent, mistletoe, long trestle-tables with food and drink, an area for the DJ, a stage for the band, a dancefloor and very comfortable couches lining the wall of the tent*
*really has to hand it to Pete for putting so much work into this evening and gives her a wrapped present to thank her for all her hard work*
*is promptly rewarded with a glass of orange juice and an exhortation to stay virgin (when it comes to drink, at least) tonight* |
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[Aug. 10th, 2008|05:57 pm] |
*is slightly perturbed to awaken in a hospital bed again before he realises that it's not a hospital room, so much as a rather bland, boring single room with bland boring curtains and bland boring wallpaper and a bland boring nurse's aide staring at him*
*does not feel as hungover as he thought he might (having drunk himself into a stupor the previous day) before realising that it has something to do with the drips he's hooked up to providing him with hydration and all the vitamins he's been missing since he threw himself into alcoholism*
*then remembers the previous day (namely Gil-galad returning to the House of the Golden Flower and being horrified and bullying him into going to rehab and signing all the appropriate forms)*
*manages to get up (and detached from his drips) and showered* *goes out into the bland boring garden and waits to meet with the director of the rehab unit* |
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