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[Mar. 17th, 2010|07:11 pm] |
*has been keeping a close eye on her... experiment? project? Maia?... her charge, to ensure the little girl is fulfilling her new role in the world (Sanyë)(my law)*
*is pleased thus far; so long as she is kept busy and entertained, the creature may prove to be an effective resource* *to that end, has been nudging her this way and that, sending her to those corners of Órë where corruption breeds (and she may eventually allow Sanyë a freer run, but first she must prove herself)*
*finds herself in a much less dire mood one gloomy afternoon (at last, they are learning) and goes in search of her husband* |
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[Feb. 19th, 2010|09:15 am] |
*passes slowly through a sleepy town far from her home in the north, lingering in the mist and long shadows of night* *indulges in a brief flicker of nostalgia as she recalls a Valië who once wandered the twilit forests of Arda, robed in mournful grey, weeping for the ills of that broken world*
*smooths down her close-fitting black garments and dismisses all thought of tears (useless)* *sweeping a cold gaze across the street ahead, addresses the smaller shadow trailing to her right* What do you see, little one? |
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[May. 17th, 2009|10:13 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | &ilmare&ulmo, &salmar&ulmo, @gondolin:estella's, @ulmonan, @unknown, danielle, georgia, ilmare, manwe, salmar, ulmo | ] |
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...I don't know, I was just surprised that the winning region submitted a song for the Belerivision Song Contest. Was that a bit of an unfair advantage? I mean, this contest hasn't been about music for a long time. I expected insane, surreal dance routines involving mimes, breakdancers, sequined body-suits and burlesque dancers. I expected broken Sindarin sung in an appalling Noldorin accent. I expected the Telerin regions to vote for eachother, I expected the Noldorin regions to vote for eachother, I expected the mortal regions to get nul points. I expected tuneless wailing.
I didn't expect an actual song. It's a catchy to the point of irritation, insidious, brain worm of a song, but it's a song nevertheless. That just came out of left-field. Am I reading this wrong? Let me know what you think after I play the winning entry. Again. Because I'm contractually obliged to. |
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[Mar. 21st, 2008|04:58 pm] |
*has rather been enjoying his sojourn on the [unnamed] island off the coast of Beleriand with Melian*
*has even developed a routine: get up early, go to the beach, commune with the sea, go back to bed* *also known as that handy sheltered cave towards the centre of the island*
*wanders back from the beach, dripping sea-water all the way* I saw a cloud that looked like Ulmo. It was kinda scary actualy. D'you reckon Manwë's playing games? |
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[Feb. 18th, 2008|02:13 pm] |
*wakes up in a panic from yet another nightmare*
*takes a while to orient herself, calm down, and push all the bad feelings away*
*is still shaking when she finally makes her way to Ossë's room and wakes him*
Take me away... take me away from this place... |
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chipper
scared