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[Feb. 11th, 2011|05:52 pm] |
*doesn't really understand why it should be so much harder to go in and see Káni now that she's conscious again but really has to work up the courage to visit her room, after half a day of hovering in the corridor outside*
*in the mean time, managed to acquire a few things and has them stuffed into his backpack* *sighing, rocking slightly on the balls of his feet, reminds himself of the part where he's a former high king who was brave enough to resist and then face Sauron and, really, what's a little more heartbreak, when no one died?*
*knocks on the doorframe and steps into her room* |
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[Feb. 10th, 2011|06:12 pm] |
*is feeling pretty drained after her conversation with her brother* *takes a nice, long nap despite the way everyone seems nervous about the idea of letting her close her eyes again*
*wakes later that evening and decides she's sick of lying in this bed* *carefully disconnects the various tubes and doohickeys attached to her and swings her legs to the floor*
*wobbles unsteadily over to the window, arms outstretched to her sides, thinking this must have been what it was like learning to walk as a baby (not that there's any chance of remembering that)* |
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[Feb. 6th, 2011|04:35 pm] |
*is going just a tiny bit out of his mind, having had absolutely no contact with Káni for the past several days (she's not answering emails or texts, and she didn't pick up any of Elliott's calls, either)*
*and then there's the post-blackout mess in Doriath, which is all the more distressing because people are dead, the king is dead, and Káni still isn't answering*
*finally sucks it up and texts Gil-galad, feeling a little like a girl but thinking he has good reason to worry (she's never ignored him before and now would be the absolute worst time for her to start for more reasons than one)* it's elladan. have you heard from kani? |
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[Feb. 5th, 2011|09:42 pm] |
*was quite pleased to note the Noldor traipsing about Doriath, indeed* *can't say she's glad certain... obstacles have been removed, but at least now the peace might have a chance*
*very quickly becomes aware of another situation brewing down south, however (Vendórë is ever so good with follow-up ♥), and, with a wordless farewell to Olórin, heads that way at speed*
*dons her dark blue scrubs and joins the busy hospital traffic, soon finding herself at the doorway in question* *isn't sure what she'll be able to do with such deep lines being drawn in the sand, but there's hope for those two, at least* *and of course, there's that poor girl to think of (oh, Vána, how could you...?)* |
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[Feb. 1st, 2011|11:42 pm] |
*is not quite precisely where he means to be* *is in a hospital and that is correct* *is rather annoyed that said hospital is in Ossiriand and not in Hithlum*
*asks for his sister's doctors to be contacted so that he can speak to them, personally, about arranging transfer to a healthcare facility in Hithlum*
*waits outside Káni's room while Gil-galad is in there with her, his knee hopping up and down while there are no pencils to be broken and wondering (fearfully) when and if his sister can be expected to regain consciousness* |
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[Feb. 1st, 2010|11:01 pm] |
*has enjoyed the closed season like never before, mostly because it has meant she has not had any direct contact with Tilion and would have convinced herself that he does not and never has existed except that he still lives across the courtyard (and she still manages his business and career affairs)*
*hasn't been remotely interested in his relationship with that irritating twerp next door (whose cat she hasn't yet run over) and certainly hasn't made note of the fact that there is no sign of any engagement ring or, indeed, any baby bump*
*is currently in Ossiriand (briefly) on business for Vána and has enjoyed having the open sky overhead and the (rapidly melting) snow under her feet* |
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[May. 19th, 2009|07:51 pm] |
*several hours later, is still at Ossíriand University Hospital*
*only with the added denomination of "father" to his credit*
*lets Erendis (finally) (try to) sleep some*
*calls his mother to give her the news she can stop hovering in the wings finally come down* |
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[Nov. 23rd, 2008|06:57 pm] |
*in spite of the fact that his last weekend in Ossiriand turned into an extended vacation (as happens so often when Maedhros is involved), finds himself on a plane back to Ossiriand, having heard that his sister has given birth* *to a perfectly normal child, by all accounts (although Anairë's account did include more beautifuls and gorgeouses than the obstetrician's report)*
*is soon being shown to Aredhel's room in the hospital (and is very lucky to find her there, according to a nurse, as she's due to be discharged home today), followed by a less happy Maedhros who is carrying a giant teddy bear (that looks normal-sized tucked under Maedhros' arm)* |
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[Nov. 20th, 2008|09:39 pm] |
*is in her private room, recovering rather nicely from a relatively uncomplicated Caesarean section*
*wishes it to be on every medical record that she did not have a Caesarean section because she is too posh to push [Maeglin was breach and Eöl was the midwife] but because her newborn daughter had the lack of grace to turn during the week and was also breach, not to mention the vaguest hint of foetal distress, necessitating a short course of steroids and a somewhat premature delivery*
*might be a little tired and also has a rather ugly scar across her lower abdomen but none of this can detract from the fact that she is the mother of the most beautiful baby girl Órë has ever seen* |
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[Jul. 30th, 2008|11:35 am] |
*sits up on the window ledge in his hospital room, looking out over the street below, much recovered (physically) from his recent ordeal*
*is so busy talking to himself that he doesn't even notice when a nurse comes in to tell him that his sister is here to pay him a visit*
Open the window; let in some fresh air. Why wouldn't a window open? It's unnatural. It's a wall. They say daytime is kinder but nighttime nightshine nightlights are fine if you let the air in. Or out. Better, even. Usually it's out. Yes, I'm the King's son. This is my home but it wasn't always. I'm a Prince but my mother's not a Queen. Must I go to training exercises today, Father? I painted a painting and it isn't very good but sometimes people bring their problems to the King and that's all right. I can listen and be patient but I'd rather not fight if it's all the same to you. |
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[Jun. 16th, 2008|08:54 am] |
*walks out of the doctor's office in Ossiriand, one hand resting on her protruding belly, the other looped through her husband's arm*
*keeps glancing down at the tiny slip of paper in her hand, smiling at the picture printed on it*
*for approximately the millionth time* Technology is awesome. |
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[Feb. 19th, 2008|09:02 pm] |
*receives a rambling voicemail from her husband's sister-in-law involving the words "hospital" and "sons"*
*orders her cab driver to spontaneously invent the flying automobile, with rather limited success*
*rushes into the hospital at full speed before finding a bit of calm somewhere deep down* *is fairly sure Anairë made no mention of funeral parlors, so how bad can it be?*
*tracks her down soon enough* I think I much prefer meeting while linen-shopping. |
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[Feb. 19th, 2008|12:37 pm] |
*lounges in his hospital bed, wearing his own clothes, eating fresh strawberries, and letting Anairë win at Piquet*
*swallows a sip of champagne* Mm. No, truly, they're springing me as soon as my physician returns from lunch or the driving range or whatever is so much more important than my health. About time, too.
*checks the score* Oh, you can't be Crossing the Teiglin already. *with mock indignation* This is entirely insupportable. |
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[Feb. 18th, 2008|06:37 pm] |
*has calmed down enough since the initial panic to be sitting quite comfortably in Celegorm's hospital room*
*is drinking coffee while resting his feet on Celegorm's bed and subscribing to the old Fëanorian motto If you have to think about whether to call Mom and Dad, don't call them.* |
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[Feb. 18th, 2008|08:15 am] |
*is interrupted from her exciting evening of same-old, same-old by a call from the hospital?*
*explaining about "your daughter's condition" and "x-rays" and "emergency contact"*
*gibbers through the call and gets Ñolo to get them a cab there* |
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weird
worried
working
calm
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excited
scared
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