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[Dec. 3rd, 2010|11:56 am] |
| [ | Tags | | | &arwen&elladan, &arwen&elrohir, &beren&dior, &beren&luthien, &beren&melian, &celeborn&dior, &celeborn&galadriel, &celeborn&nimloth, &celeborn&thingol, &celebrian&elladan, &celebrian&elrohir, &celegorm&curufin, &celegorm&nimloth, &curufin&feanor, &curufin&nimloth, &dior&luthien, &dior&melian, &dior&nimloth, &dior&thingol, &elladan&elrohir, &galadriel&gil-galad, &gil-galad&veantur, &ingil&telimektar, &luthien&melian, &luthien&thingol, &melian&thingol, @ossiriand, anaire, aragorn, arwen, beren, celeborn, celebrian, celegorm, curufin, dior, elladan, elmo, elrohir, feanor, galadriel, gil-galad, ingil, luthien, melian, nimloth, pharazon, telimektar, thingol, veantur, witch-king | ] |
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| |  crazy | ] |
*it's late in the fourth quarter, tied at 21, third and seven at the Groundhogs' 40, and so he's expertly patched up, bundled up warm and doing what any decent grandfather of a star QB should be doing—blocking the view standing and waving his makeshift Bobcats paraphernalia from halfway up on the 50-yard line, screaming (along with everyone else) at the top of his lungs*
YOU CALL THAT AN OFFENSIVE LINE? PROTECT YOUR QB, YOU PORKY SONS OF BITCHES! *looks down at the woman sitting on the bleacher seat directly below him, who whirls around with a ferocious glare and covers her young son's ears* WHAT. |
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[Jul. 17th, 2008|10:55 pm] |
*has had a slightly unsettling feeling for much of the evening*
*is about to sit down to dinner with Oromë and Vána when he gets a sudden jolt and a moment of pure clarity*
*apologies profusely to his aunt and uncle before stepping outside* *looks up at the sky and stre-e-e-etches* *takes a few long strides and breaks into a run before congealing into a ball of bright light and streaking through the skies to Ossiriand* |
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[Mar. 17th, 2008|07:02 am] |
*stargazes from the roof of the Administration building until his favorite has all but faded from view beneath the growing glow of the day Lights*
*stands, stretches, and gathers his blanket, intending to go in to bed before the world wakes*
*happens to look down from the rooftop and sees a lone figure on the street far below and some distance away, dark hair whipping wildly in the wind*
*watches for a while as a second figure, brighter in the morning light, eventually joins the first* *listens to two distant, agitated voices rising higher and higher, though he can't make out the words*
*follows the golden shape with smiling interest as it breaks free of the dark one's grasp and begins walking in his direction* *eventually loses sight of it over the edge when it (no, he—it's a he) enters the very same building he, Ingil, is standing on* *imagine that* |
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[Jan. 7th, 2008|12:48 am] |
| [ | Tags | | | &argon&faniel, &argon&gil-galad, &argon&ingil, &faniel&gil-galad, &ingil&telimektar, @ossiriand:ou, argon, faniel, gil-galad, ingil, telimektar | ] |
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| |  curious | ] |
*sits in one of his favorite spots on the roof of the Administration Building, sending flashlight signals to Telimektar*
*becomes aware of the steadily-increasing noise level on the floor just below*
*hops to his feet and heads back to the roof entrance* *goes below to investigate* |
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[Dec. 10th, 2007|11:48 pm] |
{After everything, the not-quite-war and the certainly-not-Dagorath and the rather unpleasant voiding of Túrin and Melkor, Telimektar idles his way across Órë until he reaches Ossiriand --}
Home.
*drifts across the Ossiriand campus to Ingil's room* *sits on the unoccupied bed opposite Ingil's*
*listens to his breathing and wonders what it's like to sleep so (apparently) peacefully*
*rests his chin on his hands* *almost inaudibly* I did worry, you know. That it would go all end-of-the-world, fire-and-brimstone. Manwë kept it together though. I did worry. Which was silly. Because obviously, I would see you again and again. You out-lived Arda. You will out-live Órë. You may even out-live me, little star. |
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