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[Feb. 27th, 2011|06:48 pm] |
*meets Arakáno at the airport in Lindon* *was actually there ridiculously early but just wanted to have every eventuality covered [what if he had a puncture? what if her flight was early? what if her flight was diverted and he'd have to charter another plane to go collect her? and, oh, he should have just chartered a flight for her in the first place]*
*meets her at arrivals and has a sign and everything( * )
*shepherds her to his waiting car (a nice little sporty number) and drives at speed through the winding roads of Lindon* |
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[Aug. 20th, 2010|12:21 am] |
*Has finally put in an offer on a house (on land, bleuch).*
*Since this leaves them with a free day, decided to show Marian around the academy.*
*Waits for her in a café on campus while she's off powdering her nose or whatever it is women get up to in public bathrooms because they sure do take a long time.*
*Hears some sort of Eru-awful pop jingle coming from her handbag so fishes out her phone.*
*Peers at the new-fangled thing and guesses it's the green button he should be pressing.*
Hello? |
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[Aug. 8th, 2010|10:59 pm] |
*in the run-up to the new academic year, spends a bit of time at the military school, annoying Vëantur and inspecting each department*
*on one such inspection, eventually becomes so bored that he takes a step out to call Glorfindel on the pretext of conferring about some matter of military education* *is a bit put out when he gets no answer but supposes it's a possibility that his friend might be busy (he is)* *next, tries Celebrían, under no pretext whatsoever, except that it has been far too long since they have spoken* *gets no answer here either and if he wasn't such a secure individual, he might think she's avoiding him (she is)*
*scowls at his phone and leans against the wall of the building, wondering if he can conceivably bug Káni, even though they've already had their daily telephone conversation (which is sometimes twice- or thrice-daily but who's counting?)* |
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[Aug. 2nd, 2010|03:35 pm] |
*Has taken the week off to help her dad look for a house in Lindon, something she's only too happy to do if this means he'll finally settle down.*
*Has of course promised him that the practice will handle all the conveyancing for him and thinks that at this rate they should be getting him stamp-cards like they have in the coffee shops; "buy four legal proceedings, get the fifth free!"*
*Speaking of the practice, really hopes Alasdair saw that fax she left on his desk before she left.* |
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[Jun. 27th, 2010|09:31 pm] |
*Heads to the library in Lindon to look for a suitable text on military history, after being advised by the Dean that "Word of God Lecturer" was not an acceptable basis for a syllabus.*
*Wanders around the stacks, picking out the huge door-stopper books, thinking that if nothing else, it'll be funny to see the looks on the student's faces when they see how much they'll have to read.* |
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[May. 9th, 2010|07:20 pm] |
*after his best friend went and got gay-married in his town, didn't think that anything exciting would ever happen in Lindon again* *sinks further into depression (or what passes for depression in Gil-galads) when Káni goes back to Ossiriand to be a nerd*
*gets stuck in to the running of things and can think of no way of avoiding sitting on a boring interview panel for one of the senior teaching positions at the military school*
*plays Noughts & Crosses with himself for the first batch of interviews, having made up his mind about each and every one of them based on his first impressions of them (Too old) (Too fug) (A ballet teacher??) (Too timid) (Too creepy)*
*after a brief break for coffee, scans over the CV of the next candidate and, much to his fellow interviewers' surprise, sits up straight and eyeballs him as he walks into the room*
*without preamble* According to your resumé, your experience is almost entirely maritime-based. What on Órë qualifies you to teach in a landlocked country? |
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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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[Mar. 17th, 2010|01:31 pm] |
*after a brief stop at the House of the Golden Flower, somehow ended up first on a train out of Gondolin and then on a plane to Lindon with Glorfindel*
*spends the better part of both of these journeys alternately not-looking at Glorfindel and sneaking looks at Glorfindel as a reminder he's there, in order to scold himself about going through with this incredibly dumb idea* *wracks his brain for something, anything to say to Glorfindel to distract him from his obvious anxiety (it's nighttime; they're high in the sky; they've barely spoken in months) but comes up pretty blank, except for a few words of small talk here and there (which he still sucks at, yes)*
*as a result, is filled with nothing more or less than dread by the time they touch down in Lindon rather late in the night and are driven to the hotel where he kept his reservation* *is so drained from the effort of not doing anything offensive or awkward that he can only mumble a resigned "thanks anyway" when he is told at the front desk that a second room will be available the following night, but not tonight (not even for an international superstar)*
*fumbles with the keycard at the door of the suite, rubbing his eyes with the heel of his hand (but at least he's getting too tired to be too overtly uptight)* It's fine. It's a suite. I'll sleep on the couch. Tomorrow you get to play tour guide, okay? |
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[Sep. 15th, 2009|06:23 pm] |
*has spent the last few...whatevers trudging from city to city, alone, and trying not to think about some of the things he last said to Glorfindel* *knows there's no excuse for it, no matter if Glorfindel was lying, no matter if Glorfindel was being demanding, no matter if Glorfindel decided to cut and run when things got more tedious*
*makes some halfhearted attempts to see some of the sights his boyfriend had planned for them (with the help of the chipper young assistants Thor has seen fit to appoint in each city from here out, to lead him around and generally see to his every need) but quickly wearies of these unnecessary and tiring side trips*
*periodically sends Glorfindel brief text updates from the road; it's absurd, when Glorfindel already has his schedule, but sadly, doing so helps him remember where he is and how many cities he has left, too* ( * )
*is checking his e-mail, of a...morning? when he sees a message from a Hithlum reporter to whom he gave a feature interview (just after the second show of the tour)* *opens it to find the piece itself attached, which he can't help scanning with somewhat morbid interest* ( * )
*snaps his laptop closed with something very like panic (what are they saying today?), no longer interested in what is actually a pretty glowing write-up* *reaches for his phone and dials, of all people, Gil-galad, mostly because (I'm going a little nuts) he knows the real Ecthelion would think it rude to come to Lindon and not look him up* |
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[Sep. 11th, 2008|08:10 pm] |
*is hauled out of a late-morning drill, with the news that his mother has come to visit*
*responds with an appropriate salute and is escorted/directed to the visitors' centre of the Blue Mountain Military School*
*does nothing that will betray his excitement (because his Mom must have gotten his letter and is here to spring him see him) or his annoyance (that it took her so freaking long to do anything)*
*is shown into the main visiting room, where his mother is sitting behind a table* *salutes his senior officer who then leaves the room before walking smartly across the floor to his mother* |
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[Sep. 7th, 2008|08:34 pm] |
*ventures around Lindon with Haleth a little more after Gil-Galad takes off for college again*
*stops in at a general store a ways east of there, gets lunch and some photos developed when he sees they have a 1-hour printing* (*particularly amused at a self-portrait that shows only the top of their heads with a pretty wide view of mountains behind them*)
*has a sudden wonder if his mother knows where he is* *...which is really sort of a new thing actually* *gets a calling card* *phones Finduilas from a payphone outside the store* |
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[Apr. 7th, 2008|11:38 am] |
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*spends what she considers to be a rather successful, informative day at the first session of a conference in Old Lindon, at the eastern base of the mountains*
*is just about to go out and spend her per diem when her phone starts ringing* *notes the name on the caller ID with pleased surprise*
*answering cheerily* Don't tell me you guys are bored already. |
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bouncy
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exhausted
blank
good