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[Aug. 25th, 2008|06:41 pm] |
*through various means and ways (aided and abetted by Caranthir's superior organisation skills), infiltrates Delving (and will never be persuaded to speak of the method ever)*
*makes his way to Finduilas' apartment building and even helps the elderly lady from the upstairs apartment to carry her shopping in*
*positions himself outside Finduilas' door and waits for her to come home from work*
(*is utterly prepared for any eventuality, with a concealed gun and having texted Celegorm with the location of his last will and testament*) |
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[Aug. 11th, 2008|11:18 am] |
*after returning home from the last round of family togetherness, passes the time in relatively sedate avoidance bliss, finishing post-tour business* *at least his nose healed properly*
*finds himself slipping into that time when a project is done and needs a new one to fill his attention, but has absolutely no idea where to begin*
*hasn't broached anything with Finduilas, a little more stung than he'd like to admit* (*did make a promise, though*)
*still getting a late start to the morning, rings her* |
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[Feb. 28th, 2008|12:58 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | &elrond&maglor, &finduilas&maglor, &maedhros&maglor, &maglor&nerdanel, @himring:maedhros', @menegroth:finduilas', @menegroth:mhc, @mithrim:fingon's, @vinyamar:finarfin's, @vinyamar:nerdanel's, elrond, finarfin, finduilas, fingon, maedhros, maglor, nerdanel | ] |
| [ | Mood |
| |  working | ] |
| [ | Music |
| | yes. totally working. really. | ] |
*checks in with his staff at home and has the post sent over that's been piling up*
*finds a courtesy copy of the new album (Sanctuary: Songs of a new Órë) and a list confirming the names to send gift copies to*
*looks it over just to check, even though they're already sent out: Fëanor, Nerdanel, Nelyo, Turco, Moryo, Curvo (even though he'll just throw it out), Ambarussa (ditto but <3), Finarfin & Eärwen (very nice hosts), Findekáno (thanks for the hostage-relief), Elrond, Finduilas*
*stops and stares at the last name for a good minute* *forgot he'd done that*
*sighing, takes himself out to the boardwalk to make some calls to his publicist and see if any reviews are out* |
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complacent