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[Jun. 7th, 2010|09:35 pm] |
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*arrives back in Gondolin with his husband on the afternoon following the Virtuoso Awards with the express intention to let the senior staff of the Flower and the Fountain know about their lords' new marital status before their respective agents issue the press release*
*in order to maintain some privacy, he and Ecthelion travel separately to the Palace* *while Ecthelion goes to face the music speak with Turgon, goes to find their dog and to break the news to Idril* *only manages to extricate himself with promises that he and his husband will have lunch with Idril and Tuor the following day*
*en route, texts Aerandir to ask that he and Sophie meet him at the conference room at the House of the Fountain in half an hour* *arrives back (home) at the Fountain and goes to the conference room himself, genuinely entertained by how excited Marigold is to be back here again* *tips a salute to Pete as he walks past the front desk* |
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[Jun. 1st, 2010|10:56 pm] |
*on the evening of the Virtuosos, makes a concerted effort to work towards House unity* *commandeers the main conference room in the Fountain and invites over any and all Flower and Fountain staff to watch the show*
*sets up plenty of drinks and snacks while Aerandir sets up two flipcharts* *is slightly concerned that there has been no sign of either the Lord of the Fountain or the Lord of the Golden Flower (as the television commentators have re-emphasised at quarter-hourly intervals*
*is entirely relieved when Glorfindel appears onscreen to present an award*
*is finally starting to relax when television cameras show Ecthelion sitting (rather awkwardly) in the auditorium, looking tanned, at least, if very bearded*
(*aaaand that relaxed feeling promptly vanishes*) |
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[Jan. 28th, 2010|09:27 pm] |
*perhaps unsurprisingly, finds herself back in Gondolin (for such a small, secret city, it is a hive of activity)* *occupies herself in the hospital and in the nursing home, delaying the inevitable and savouring the promise of what is to come*
*finally, makes her way to a particular House and has no trouble 'reminding' the receptionist that she does, in fact, have a twelve o'clock appointment with the Lord of the House* *shows herself to the office and, as soon as she is gone, the receptionist has no recollection of what she looked like (and that tingle down his spine when she crossed the threshold is a vague memory)*
*settles down in the office, unsurprised that the Lord of the House has not yet emerged for the day* *potters about and looks at the photographs and scrawled notes and (lack of) filing system and tingles with anticipation that this is one for the taking* |
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[Jan. 20th, 2010|11:34 pm] |
*finds herself pretty busy at the Fountain, in spite of the fact that the Lord of the House appears to be turbo-charged these days (or, perhaps, because of it)*
*drops a last batch of files into Esther's office (and it's late enough even for that devoted Fountain-girl to have gone home) and makes her way out, breathing a sigh of relief as she passes Tess*
*heads to a nearby café (a favourite Fountain haunt) and sees Aerandir sitting at a table in the corner*
*smiling as she sits down* I am so sorry I'm late. How are you? Can I get you a drink? |
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[Dec. 6th, 2009|02:50 pm] |
*arrives in Gondolin, having texted her sister, her daughter and her daughter's uncle to let them know that she's not gone far and can come back any time she's needed* *does not hold out much hope that she will be needed*
*checks into a hotel, not wanting to impose on her brother (just yet) and, having arranged to go to the Palace for dinner that evening, decides to run another errand first*
*can't help that her spirits lift slightly, walking through these strange-familiar streets* *reaches her destination and asks to see the Lord of the House (and is entirely aware that, no matter how fragile she seems, she is still used to getting her way, in this City above all places)* |
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[Jul. 13th, 2009|07:33 pm] |
*has gradually been settling into a daily routine, of sorts, including meeting Ecthelion for lunch every day, but with one major omission: hasn't yet made it to the Flower* *finally, after a very intense, serious session with his psychiatrist, admits that he can't put it off for ever*
*is unusually quiet as he gets up on the designated morning, visibly nervous and tired, due to not having slept remotely well the previous night*
*finally emerges from the bedroom, fully dressed* *turns down any entreaty to eat breakfast, however, as he's not entirely sure he could keep it down* |
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[Apr. 13th, 2009|06:21 pm] |
*wakes up late the morning after the Virtuosos, having slept deeply through the whole night* *sits up and immediately feels woozy and nauseated* *rubs his head and forces his eyes open*
*looks around his hotel room with a sinking feeling (because he hasn't been responsible for this kind of carnage for months and months)* *swallows thickly and registers the empty mini-bottles of wine and an entirely full litre-bottle of water* *sees his clothes strewn around the room and blinks, startled (and cannot remember the frenzied search for his mobile phone at some point during the previous evening)* *examines a couple of blister-packs of medication and they seem legitimate enough (anti-nausea and anti-emetic) but isn't quite sure how the loose tablets on the bedside table fit in to the picture*
*shakily gets to his feet and feels slightly better after a hot shower* *gets dressed with painstaking slowness and packs his bag* *puts the medicine packets into his bag but sweeps the loose tablets and the bottles of wine into the waste paper bin (it is damage control and he doesn't want to think about it)* *grabs the bottle of water and makes his way out into the living room (and he is already cringing)* |
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