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[Mar. 21st, 2011|12:33 am] |
*Hears tell of a new resident in the palace.*
*Goes to his classroom and rakes around in the craft cupboard until he finds what he's looking for: a crudely made, white cloth hat bearing the letters "F A C T S," crafted from fuzzy-felt and glued on haphazardly.*
*Dons this hat and goes to investigate.* |
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[Feb. 24th, 2011|10:08 pm] |
*per the usual, is kicked back in his chair at minion/bestie central (i.e., his office), keeping an eye on the flatscreens (all nine of them) and tippity-tapping away at the keyboard (ergonomic, at Finrod's insistence)* *is coaching three different offices through their upgrades via IM, plus shooting emails thither and yon and updating the Queen's official schedule* *may also have the Halo 4.5 uplink on standby, but it's only a small window in the bottom right-hand corner of the lower-right-hand monitor*
*quietly sings along with the music feeding through his earbuds (and yes, he's actually removed the Bluetooth! marvel of marvels!)* Get in there you biiiig furry oaf... doo doo doodoodoo, what you smell! Hmm-hmm-hmm... no one cares if you upset a droid... |
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[Dec. 7th, 2010|10:01 pm] |
*is fairly well horrified by the news coming out of Ossiriand (and every grisly detail captured by some student's cell phone camera, the shaky footage replaying every half hour on twelve different channels)*
*calls Beren immediately to make sure Mír is all right* (*well, as all right as the kid can be, considering*)
*confers with Turgon and thinks to call Thingol next, but dials Fingon instead, figuring she should probably coordinate with him before she does anything diplomatic on behalf of the Fingolfinian-ish Noldor* *nothing like a little damage control to spice up the holidays!* *Fëanorian: the other F-word* |
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[Aug. 27th, 2010|11:40 am] |
*manages to go about her day-to-day in Gondolin for a little while, but quickly comes to the conclusion that what she really needs is to talk to her boyfriend*
*makes sure that her mother is reasonably nearby before retreating to her room to make the call* |
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[Aug. 12th, 2010|06:58 pm] |
*it's six o'clock on a Thursday evening, the marrieds are out on dates, and the honor of all Gondolin rests in the hands (well, thumbs) of two brave souls huddled in one far-flung, dimly-lit corner of the Palace*
*pops a chip into his mouth and passes a Twizzler to his companion, inspecting the TV screen* I think that Ossiriand guy went home crying. Pfft. It's called Super Smash for a reason! |
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[Jul. 16th, 2010|09:40 pm] |
*is hideously bored for the rest of the day once her boyfriend leaves town, and already missing him like crazy*
*in the evening, gets to thinking again about the idea that's never been far from her mind—how to get to Menegroth (she didn't get a chance to bring up the subject with Mír again but wouldn't it be awesome to surprise him?)*
*after another minute's thought, picks up her phone and dials* |
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[Jun. 10th, 2010|08:41 pm] |
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*is fairly pleased about having a potential new friend (mostly because she doesn't have all that many friends)* *is less than pleased that the one time she gets to come to Gondolin, her second cousin is also in town (what are the odds?)*
*gets all dolled up and supposes it would be polite to invite her second cousin and, apparently, the son of her sister's friend?* *not that she usually cares about being polite, of course, but should probably make some effort in the country where her sister is Queen*
*heads up to the quarters that were assigned to her (and pretty nice quarters they are too, with two bedrooms and a huge living room, with widescreen TV, etc)* *manages to extract a couple of bottle of vodka from one of the Palace staffers, through a combination of bribery and blackmail* *has a shot of vodka, in the name of experimentation, before the others arrive (and prepares to assume a bored expression if Celeborn arrives first)* |
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[Jun. 10th, 2010|09:20 am] |
*is in his office, happily going about making the lives of everyone in Doriath more fearful efficient and productive, when Mardil buzzes to tell him his noon appointment is here (the same noon appointment who's been buzzing around his head every week for the past way-too-long)*
*oh, but this time, he's prepared* Send in the good doctor! |
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[Jun. 6th, 2010|05:33 pm] |
*flits about her study/office/hidey hole one early afternoon, taking care of official business while her son is off wreaking havoc with his father*
*official business including a warning text to Ecthelion (Congratulations! His Majesty would like a word the instant you set foot on his soil again.)* *tactfully omits "you could probably hear him shrieking all the way from Vinyamar"* *also sends Edrahil an email asking him to pull up Gondolin's marriage laws for her*
*that done, sets about readying a nice welcome lunch for her company!* *figured it was about time for a (joking) (but not really) royal missive, as she hasn't seen Beren in forever and she's never met his son in person* |
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[Mar. 26th, 2010|05:19 pm] |
*Took charge of the situation when a dog-sitting opportunity came up, to show his parents that he can be reliable, dependable, responsible and lots of other words ending in "-able."*
*Makes sure she's fed and watered every day, never gives her chocolate (though he does give-in if he's having sausages and bacon for breakfast now and again. She deserves the occassional treat and how can you say no to that face? He's only human.*
*Besides, she can always work it off when he takes her for her walkies, so he decides to take her on a new route today; through the park, on one of the more challenging paths, the kind that's a little bit overgrown, not paved or gravelled, the kind that gets a little squelchy underfoot just after the rain. Which it is.*
*Returns to the palace, leaving a trail of muddy paw and footprints leading up to his room.* |
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[Sep. 28th, 2009|08:53 am] |
*after Erestor leaves, promptly heads back upstairs to the bedroom to find his phone*
*stays there while he dials Idril (maybe if he prepares to go back to sleep, the Powers That Be won't need him to leave the house)* Please be okay, Princess. |
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[Sep. 21st, 2009|12:11 pm] |
*received word from Glorfindel (before he left Gondolin again) that he'd spoken to Tuor*
*has since been worrying herself silly wondering what Tuor said/thought/did when he found out, but he hasn't tried to contact her since, and that, at least, seems promising* *or she's pretty sure she'd have heard about it if Glorfindel was going around sporting any war wounds at the moment, anyway*
*finally decides she's got to be brave for the love of her life, even if it breaks her heart to see him again* *sends word for him to meet her at an appointed time, going to wait for him in her favorite place in the palace—her gardens* |
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[Sep. 14th, 2009|08:04 pm] |
*arrives back in Gondolin on the morning after The Night Before* *looks pretty dishevelled after his travels but makes his way straight to the Palace, without calling home to the Flower first* *reckons, of course, that it's easier that way because he's not quite ready to face the concern/surprise of his staffers*
*arrives at the Palace and simply strides past Pete at front desk, tipping him a salute as he passes*
*makes his way up to Idril's quarters and knocks on the door of the living room* |
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[Sep. 11th, 2009|08:54 am] |
*after another day spent putting on a cheerful face for her son (but he's a bright one; she doubts she's fooling him) and thinking long and hard (well, long, anyway) about Erestor's encouraging words, decides she really will go ahead and try to get in touch with Glorfindel*
*chooses a time early in the evening, before one of Ecthelion's scheduled shows, so that hopefully Glorfindel won't be too busy to talk to her*
*shuts herself in her room with her phone, curling up in the window seat* *has no idea what she's going to say but dials Glorfindel's mobile number anyway* |
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[Aug. 15th, 2009|03:28 pm] |
*having been sent on a wild goose chase for much of the night of the ball, makes his way back to the Palace*
*had been told that there was a sighting of Maeglin at a bar and then in Place of the Gods and then at the train station and has, all in all, been running around here there and everywhere* *adding insult to injury, was informed by the costume shop that his costume had been misplaced*
*is, therefore, waiting by the doors of the ballroom, looking a little dishevelled in jeans and a t-shirt and trying to figure out how he can make it up to Idril* (*does so hate to disappoint her*) |
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[Aug. 11th, 2009|11:48 am] |
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*on the evening of the ball, gets all dressed up in her bright yellow gown (it's poofy!) and her jeweled mask and goes downstairs to join the gathering throng*
*wanders among all the people (there are a lot of them throughout the palace, considering she's invited all the staff from all the Houses), oohing and ahhing at all the beautiful, colorful costumes and trying to guess who's who*
*thinks that tall and muscly one over there is probably Egalmoth, and oh, there's her aunt, surely, resplendent in white, and her little cousin (and she breathes a little sigh of relief because it seems Lómion must have gone back to Uncle Fingon's after all)*
*can't guess who most people are (even the really obvious ones), though she never forgets a name, but it's great fun to try!* *collects a glass of champagne and whirls and twirls around the ballroom, humming to herself and eagerly awaiting Tuor's arrival* |
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[Nov. 15th, 2008|10:02 pm] |
*spends a rather astounding twelve hours with Ecthelion and would be half-convinced that it is all a dream, if not for the hour of sleep (because then he woke up and Ecthelion was still in his bed)*
*copes well enough with the pre-dawn taxi journey to the airport in Losgar (and copes better with the flight, now that he has something other than armrests to cling on to)*
*boards the train to Gondolin (a long enough journey that should have them back in the City around nightfall) (more darkness) and half-sleeps during the journey* |
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[Nov. 10th, 2008|09:58 am] |
*sits at the piano in the music room, playing and singing, a line of deep concentration etched in her brow as she tries to think of notes and words and form and phrasing all at the same time*
...'twas Laurelin, the legends told
hmm hmm-mm hmm hm hm hm gold.
*pauses and glances over* How does that line go, again? *smiles hopefully* I still don't remember all the old songs very well. |
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[Oct. 20th, 2008|10:40 am] |
*sits across from Turgon's desk, a stack of papers in front of him and a frown on his face*
*slides another of the papers forward and sighs when it meets resistance in the form of Turgon's head*
It's not that bad. *glances at the paper again and sighs* Okay, it is, but you still need to look at it. |
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[Oct. 14th, 2008|09:46 am] |
*comes home after several hours of being of use wherever he can and being seen out in public a lot, because that's something people like*
*stops to check in with Tuor and learns the recovery team found remains of a PP&F helicopter* *orders all employees are to be brought in for questioning immediately, because he doubts this is something someone orchestrated on their own*
*heads up to his room to wash off all the ash and grime and maybe even sleep a little bit* |
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curious
busy
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mischievous
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RESPONSIBLE.
worried
anxious
loved
artistic
pessimistic
exhausted