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[Jan. 18th, 2011|08:38 pm] |
*when one day, then two pass without any further confirmation from Rachel, descends on his eldest's office on the appointed day, thinking Rachel might be there already and simply forgot to send him the go-ahead (not that it's like her to forget...well, anything)*
*bursts inside with barely a glance at poor Margaret* 'káno! We got a schedule to keep here! *stops short in the inner office, surprised to actually see Fingon sitting at his desk* *at a more reasonable volume (for a normal person; downright subdued for a Fingolfin)* You know 'bout the schedule? |
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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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[May. 10th, 2010|10:48 pm] |
*is rather amused by the kerfuffle of a few weeks ago and is even more amused at how stressed his uncle subsequently becomes* *can't help but notice how Fingon looks even greyer and more wound up whenever they are in the same room*
*thinks that enough time has passed for him to put another part of his plan into operation*
*arranges (via satellite phone, of course) for a particular package to be intercepted, its contents removed and replaced with a simple mobile phone*
*waits for confirmation of receipt of said package before he dials the number* *reclines on his bed, adjusting his bluetooth headset for comfort as he reaches for a glass of lemonade* |
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[Mar. 30th, 2010|08:21 pm] |
*has settled into a highly productive morning's work, having waved Maedhros off in the early hours as he actually goes to visit Himring for the first time in months* *does wonder (not for the first time) how anything resembling governmental procedure actually happens in Himring given that its ruler is generally resident in Hithlum*
*catches up with all of his outstanding emails and it is with something like relief that he sends his final email of the morning (a cheery greeting to his brother with a request to pass his best wishes on to Aro and Eärwen)*
*finally, leans back in his chair and presses the intercom* Margaret? Is my 10 o'clock here yet? |
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[Sep. 30th, 2009|11:37 pm] |
*gets his (newly acquired) PA to sum up the recent goings-on in his best friend's life* No, no. A thumbs up or a thumbs down will do. I don't actually want to hear the reports of where and how they made up, just that they did.
*duly reassured, phones Glorfindel and has a rather interesting conversation with him about Gil-galad's cousin*
*hangs up* *chews his lip* *wonders about calling his father (who he's sort of been avoiding for months since he found out who his real father is and since he slept with his father's sister)* *sighs and presses the speed-dial*
Hi, hi, Margaret. It's Gil-galad. Is Dad there? |
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[Jul. 6th, 2009|06:32 pm] |
*is currently fuming at Celegorm and isn't even quite sure why; whether it's because their daughter was injured, or whether it's because their daughter is not speaking to anyone (out loud, at least) at the moment, or whether it's because it's a day ending in '-y' remains to be seen*
*has explained to Liltëas that sometimes when you love someone very much, you need to go very far away from them for a while* *books flights and a train to Gondolin and is rather looking forward to seeing her brother and niece again*
*picks up the phone after a moment's pause and dials another number* |
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[Apr. 21st, 2009|12:28 am] |
*hear rumours and murmurs of jobs going awry in the west* *at first, chalks it up to incompetence but allows that there might be something more serious afoot when an entirely change of staff in Hithlum yields no improvement*
*decides to travel straight to the source of this minor annoyance and charters a flight (with Nelyafinwian disregard for flight restrictions) from Thargelion to Hithlum*
(*it's not that rum-running is a large business and, indeed, it only accounts for the smallest fraction of his income, but it's the principle of the thing (is nothing if not principled)*)
*whips out his mobile phone as he lounges in the backseat of his taxi and sends a text to his eldest brother* m1. incoming. c2. |
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[Feb. 28th, 2009|10:29 pm] |
*is sleeping* *is asleep* *because it's Saturday morning, you see, when people sleep* *is therefore rather disgruntled when his phone starts ringing*
*fumbles around on the nightstand for it, knocking over a glass of water (shit)*
*picks up the phone without looking at the caller ID* Dad, do you know what time it is here? |
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[Sep. 28th, 2008|07:05 pm] |
*has had a very full weekend, Erudamnit, and still has a mountain of papers to grade and it's Sunday evening and he's working with only one operational arm*
*sighs and decides to take a break* *will ignore the fact that most of his day has consisted of various breaks: sleep-break, tea-break, coffee-break, gym-break, break for the Game, break for the Race, dinner-break, etc, etc*
*picks up his mobile phone and dials* |
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[Sep. 6th, 2008|06:08 pm] |
*has moved back to Ossiriand, the weekend before school starts back* (*has also been astounded by the sheer amount of stuff that Fániel owns and leaves the suite in Tyler wondering just how she intends to pack all her stuff away by the end of the weekend*)
*leaves a voicemail for Argon to apologise that he can't help her move in because he's heading to Hithlum and, with that, heads to Hithlum*
*is sitting in the car on the way from the airport to his father's home when he takes out his phone and calls Fingon* |
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[Aug. 22nd, 2008|06:13 pm] |
*has been somewhat distracted since his brother's visit (and his brothers news)* *to the point at which Maedhros is threatening to sulk if he doesn't "cheer the fuck up" (direct quote)*
*figures that there's only one course of action open to him and dials Finrod's cell phone number, having made sure that his office door is firmly closed and Margaret is on her lunch break* |
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[Aug. 17th, 2008|02:11 pm] |
*heads to Hithlum to pass the time while Finrod's in Delving taking care of the rest of her things and visiting her Eruson*
*misses hanging out with Fingon* *in a manly, manly, utterly non-gay sort of way* *also just thinks Delving is really creepy, and is glad he'll never have to go there again*
*waltzes (not literally) into the royal compound and makes his way to his brother's office* |
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[Aug. 16th, 2008|09:17 pm] |
*has settled into a fragile state of domesticity while Maedhros is in Himring*
*gets up slightly later (it being Saturday and all) and goes down to the lake to make the most of the fine late summer weather*
*goes for a swim and then heads back to the balcony of the breakfast room to read the paper and enjoy the sunshine* |
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[Aug. 12th, 2008|09:47 pm] |
*arrives in Hithlum, following a particularly rough flight from Ossiriand* *is fairly sure that the pilot fabricated a lot of that turbulance*
*is rather pleased when a car meets him at the Hithlum airstrip*
*reaches the Royal Compound and makes his way straight to Fingon's office (it's 10 o'clock at night, where else would that man be?)*
*lets himself in* So, I'd hoped that you'd meet me from the plane but I'm guessing there was a danger the paperwork might have gotten out of control in your half-hour absence. *puts a plastic bag on his desk* Duty free whiskey! |
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[Aug. 10th, 2008|08:44 pm] |
*is not having the most pleasant of weekends*
*to wit:
(A) received a particular letter from his cousin (totally, cousin) which was both expected and unexpected and still leaves him short one Ambassador in Delving.
(B) appears to have agreed to send his private jet to collect his half-cousin, in spite of the diplomatic issues that may arise*
*in spite of it all, is looking forward to seeing Maedhros again* *really, really is* |
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[Aug. 5th, 2008|05:56 pm] |
*really doesn't want to speak too soon, but has had a rather enjoyable time in Ossiriand with his siblings* *doesn't want to speak too soon because there's still time for bloodshed tears before bedtime*
*wanders out into the garden of the hotel in which he's staying and takes his phone out of his pocket*
*after a moment (there's always a moment), presses a particular speed-dial* |
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[Jul. 31st, 2008|07:04 pm] |
*calls Anairë to see about Gil-galad's number*
*after a lot of apologies no really it was nothing don't worry about it glad he could help last winter no really and a promise to say hi, suceeds*
*dials him up while on his break at the shop* |
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[Jun. 2nd, 2008|09:21 am] |
*receives the absolute sweetest card in the mail and reads it through twice, smiling*
*props it up on the windowsill in her tiny kitchen and goes to retrieve the book on art history she's been reading* *notices another sort of history book on the shelf and begins wondering if there's anything interesting to be found in its pages*
*curls up on the couch with it, flips to the relevant chapter, and starts to read* *well, skim*
...and in the winter of that year Rían his wife bore a child in the wilds of Mithrim, and he was named Tuor...
*continues for a little while until the subject turns to war and Morgoth and all those nasty things* *skips ahead*
Then the heart of Idril was turned to him...
*gasps and flushes bright red* *skips a little further on, not quite brave enough to read the rest of that paragraph*
...but Maeglin had laid hands (?) on her, and on Eärendil (??); and Tuor fought with Maeglin on the walls, and cast him far out, and his body as it fell smote the rocky slopes of Amon Gwareth...
*snaps the book closed, so upset her hands are shaking* *eventually finds the presence of mind to look for her phone and dial her cousin* |
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[May. 21st, 2008|10:10 am] |
*has spent every minute since the not-wedding reception holed up in his quarters at Fingon's compound, waiting for his wife to come home*
*and waiting*
*and waiting*
*starts to realize that nothing much has changed there except that the volume on the television has crept steadily upward and the piles of cigarette butts are now overflowing every ashtray (much like all those pizza boxes in the trash bin)* |
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[May. 20th, 2008|01:49 am] |
*parks her station wagon outside the palace in Hithlum the morning after*
*carefully retrieves a sleek black box with gold ribbon ties from the passenger seat and heads to the gates*
*has no trouble at all with security (tends to remind everyone of his or her mother, curiously enough), and is soon directed to the master of the house's office wing*
*smiles warmly at the secretary* Margaret, is it? Would you please let Findekáno know that his wine has arrived, and also that a moment of his time for a personal tasting would be greatly appreciated? |
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