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[Feb. 25th, 2011|08:10 pm] |
*is at the airport in Ossiriand with her sister, who is on her way to Lindon to stay with their nephew (♥)*
*finds a small table for them both and, as there's plenty of time before Káni's flight, fetches them both coffee* Do you have everything? Wallet, credit card, phone, passport, phone numbers? *thinks that Gil-galad should have come to collect Káni just in case her amnesia renews itself or something like that (can that happen?)* |
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[Dec. 7th, 2008|03:15 pm] |
*arrives in Ossiriand, yet again, only this time without Fingon (because he's so wildly busy in the run-up to Erumas) and the decision has been made that he should attempt to keep the peace in Ossiriand (yeah, he found that hilarious too) while Fingon travels to Gondolin to meet Gil-galad there for the holidays*
*heaves his heavy bag over his shoulder and is already texting Fingon (landed. see you next year. ugh. wrong.), hey, shut up*
*walks out into the arrivals lounge, looking out for Maglor* |
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[Oct. 18th, 2008|06:25 pm] |
*finally manages to persuade Fingon to visit Ossiriand, as he had intended to a number of weeks previously* *mostly achieves this because the crisis in Gondolin appears to have been resolved (and the resolution bore no relation to the number of pencils Fingon snapped)*
*finally says that he, Maedhros, is going to Ossiriand to see his parents and siblings and it would be much easier if he, Fingon, accompanied him (strictly from the point of view of diplomatic relations and inviolable airspace)*
*plucks Fingon's mobile phone out of his hands as they walk through customs at O.I.A* No. |
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[Sep. 11th, 2008|03:45 pm] |
*screeches to a halt at the curb at the Arrivals terminal of OIA*
*puts the car in park, steps out, and tosses the keys to a security guard ("I'm not a valet, sir." "Improvise.")*
*strides into the airport and is waiting at the appropriate gate (hey, more security, that's pretty funny) by the time Argon's plane touches down* |
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[Dec. 11th, 2007|08:06 am] |
*turns on her phone to check her messages once her plane's taxied to the gate at Ossiriand International Airport*
*finds a text:*
Where's the strawberry jam? I'm joking. Unless you personally have interesting breakfast-related powers of which I somehow remain unaware.
*collects her carry-on, files off the plane, and dials as she enters the terminal*
*waits, listens* The eagle has landed. This is a surprisingly appropriate metaphor. The eagle has landed. No apocalypses while I was gone? |
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chipper
determined
bored