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[Mar. 24th, 2011|06:18 pm] |
*was understandably shaken up (ha ha!) by the recent earthquake in the area, even though she figures Eru had to get to it sooner or later, what with all the suck abounding in these parts*
*was even more shaken up when she checked her favorite gossip blog only to find snaps of her boyfriend or ex, whatever and Galadriel hanging all over each other* *and okay, the blog entry itself didn't do a whole lot to alleviate the gutting*
*really thought that things could only get worse trudging around southern Ossiriand with her dad and her uncle, trying to avoid conversation and lugging around a heavy-ass backpack, but it's been...sort of a nice distraction?*
*pushes her sunglasses up on her forehead (it's rapidly getting too dark to justify them) and whines (because she can)* Are we therrrrre yet? |
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[Feb. 13th, 2011|10:30 pm] |
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*after seeing that his cousin is safely settled in at the hotel, very calmly and composedly walks into some random dive-y pub in town* *the sort the peasants love, where the walls reek of old beer and at least one regular is guaranteed to be passed out on his barstool by two in the afternoon*
*proceeds to get magnificently hammered*
*this done, appropriates a bottle of whiskey for the road and weaves walks the five or so miles to his house* *can't bet on whether Aredhel will be at his house or hers, these days, but (a) their daughter's still at his, and (b) he's been nice to her lately, both of which tend to increase the odds in his favor*
*stumbles in through the front door and slams it shut, shrugging off his coat and dropping it on the floor* *kicks off his shoes with such force that one knocks over the umbrella stand*
Íriiiiiissë! *takes another swig from the bottle and grimaces* You've got to. Listen. And so proud of me when. ÍRISSË. |
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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. 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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[Jan. 31st, 2011|11:29 pm] |
*working on a tip from Glorfindel, hauls ass with his grandfather and Mike the Marchwarden to Vána's place*
*makes his way to the front door and wonders how closely guarded the place is likely to be*
*figures he might at least try knocking (and it takes all his restraint not just to shout out Káni's name* |
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[Jan. 30th, 2011|01:04 pm] |
*really did intend to sneak or shoot his way into Doriath* *finds the added complication of the borders being closed and rather heavily guarded when he and Gil-galad drive near, however*
*gets out of his car well clear of the roadblock, trying to work out the best way to go about this* Well. This could get messy. |
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[Jan. 22nd, 2011|12:44 am] |
*still hasn't been able to contact Káni* *has tried her mobile number multiple times, has emailed all of the addresses he has for her and has called all of the numbers he ever had for her*
*eventually, realises that he's going to have to do something he really doesn't want to do*
*would far rather go right on ahead and charter a flight to Delving, ban on Noldor be damned, but mans up and dials the number* |
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[Jan. 3rd, 2011|02:11 pm] |
*goes back inside after seeing her grandfather off, carrying her Erumas present*
*was really quite glad for the bright spot in her day (she needed it)* *suspects she will now be returned to the regularly scheduled suckage* |
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[Jan. 2nd, 2011|11:49 pm] |
*Heads over Celegorm's with a parcel tucked under his arm.*
*Storms up the path towards the front door with a look on his face that says if anyone challenges him, that parcel may end up inserted somewhere unpleasant. It's not that he wants to use his grandaughter's Erumas present as an offensive weapon but he's in that bad a mood, and he can always buy another copy of The Ossiriand Companion to Ballet.* |
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[Dec. 6th, 2010|08:36 pm] |
*having received a very curt text from Celegorm, along the lines of: L staying at mine. Need to talk., makes her way to his house, in something of a rage, albeit a very restrained one*
*does not appreciate being summoned in this way and can't even begin to imagine why Ninquelótë should be staying in that house* *flicks on the car radio as she drives over and is stunned to hear the news (guns drawn at a high school football game)*
*arrives at Turco's and storms up the front steps into the hall, demanding to know where the master of the house is* |
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[Dec. 3rd, 2010|11:56 am] |
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*it's late in the fourth quarter, tied at 21, third and seven at the Groundhogs' 40, and so he's expertly patched up, bundled up warm and doing what any decent grandfather of a star QB should be doing—blocking the view standing and waving his makeshift Bobcats paraphernalia from halfway up on the 50-yard line, screaming (along with everyone else) at the top of his lungs*
YOU CALL THAT AN OFFENSIVE LINE? PROTECT YOUR QB, YOU PORKY SONS OF BITCHES! *looks down at the woman sitting on the bleacher seat directly below him, who whirls around with a ferocious glare and covers her young son's ears* WHAT. |
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[Nov. 8th, 2010|12:41 pm] |
*one morning, not too long before she has to head out to dance class, clicks around on the University of Ossiriand's website until she finds the right department and faculty pages*
*quickly scans the content until she comes across exactly what she's looking for—a listing of open office hours* *makes a mental note of the requisite time and location for later on*
*after dance class the same day, makes her way to the building housing the linguistics department, where she soon finds herself standing outside her grandfather's door* *raises her hand and knocks before she can lose her nerve completely* |
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[Nov. 6th, 2010|10:33 pm] |
*is extremely pleased with how her (and her daughter's) home is progressing, thanks largely due to Nerdanel and Curufin (!)* *does feel that it's missing something, however*
*when she's fairly certain that Celegorm will be out, makes her way to his house and goes out to the stables*
*makes some arrangements with the head groom before she goes to find Buttercup* *not bothering with a saddle, only puts on the bridle and departs for a long ride, through the countryside she has grown to know (and love) so well*
*is a little bit morose when she returns to the stable, having poured her heart out to her horse* |
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[Nov. 3rd, 2010|06:54 pm] |
*contrary to Mablung's well-intentioned advice, has not played any field (except the hundred-twenty yards of turf) since returning home from Menegroth*
*has gotten back into the swing of school all right, what with homework and peeps and the crazy life of the starting QB (Bankside's own Meeerkat!!), but even with everything in the world going for him, still finds it comes up short at the end of the day (when her stupid ringtone never rings, and he doesn't know what she's mad at her dad about today, and he hasn't had to sneak or lie or do anything remotely criminal in weeks)*
*after trying to catch her out at her/their usual hangouts and completely failing (is she totally avoiding me or do I just really suck at timing??), decides he's got to do something... yeah, borderline criminal (what would Lily do?)* *rides his bike out to her father's place and finds his way back through the woods and along the river, right up to the stone wall* *digs his binoculars out of his backpack and carefully peers up at one window in particular yes he feels like a TOTAL CREEPER*
*breathes deeply, takes out his phone and wings a text to a number that's been dead-silent for longer than he can stand to think about* i'm going to climb the trellis again. see you in five. |
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[Oct. 31st, 2010|06:25 pm] |
*is having a fairly annoying month, even by her standards; for the past three weeks running, Ancalimë's viewership ratings have come within nine percentage points of AOT's (an unprecedented and unacceptable narrowing of the gap)* *suspects the new show's popularity will die down within a season or two, as do most such waves of fervor, but is storming up a few new rewrites anyway to help the process along*
*ponders a different sort of rewrite as she lounges in Tyelcormo's bed, absently brushing the ends of her hair, her body artfully draped with a sheet* *has not a single complaint about today (riding, dinner, after-dinner), which is... rather nice, actually, and might explain why she finds herself in no particular hurry to leave*
*hums an old, old pop tune to herself as she waits for her host to return* |
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[Oct. 10th, 2010|06:10 pm] |
*has been at loose ends since returning home to Ossiriand, down one major part of her life and heart and soul and and and feeling pretty cut up about it* *has more or less thrown herself into dance as a result*
*wanders out back and settles down on the porch swing late one afternoon (it's nippy out but damned if she's going to let summer go without a fight), pulling her feet up under her and flipping through some luxury property listings* |
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[Aug. 2nd, 2010|11:12 pm] |
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*is actually rather surprised at how much she misses her daughter and almost regrets letting her go to Ossiriand all alone until she hits upon the perfect solution*
*travels to Ossiriand with the express intention of surprising her daughter and accompanying her back to Gondolin, perhaps via Fingon in Hithlum*
*is in a rather brilliant mood when she arrives at her daughter's father's house and is even a bit amused at the servants' surprise at seeing her* *has no wish to see the master of the house (and is certain he is otherwise occupied with his tabloid edition of romance)*
*texts Lily (surprise! am in ossiriand at your father's house. dinner and a late flight tonight okay? mom xxx) and makes herself comfortable in the library, while she waits* |
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[Jul. 13th, 2010|11:37 am] |
*is feeling particularly annoyed today, his house cold and empty, because everyone is gone his brother has spontaneously decided to up and visit Gondolin on some mad, eruforsaken whim*
*shoves a pile of ancient papers to one side of an unusually cluttered desk and picks up the telephone, dialing a number he's learned by heart in order to relay a message himself (Ask the Lady Amarië if she wishes to go riding with Lord Turcafinwë))
*hangs up again, marveling somewhat that his tone should have become so casual* *but this would not be their first such outing, or even the third or fourth, but despite all his sarcastic talk of bipeds and quadrupeds, he—horror of horrors!—has come to enjoy Amarië's company (and if he takes some simple pleasure in the way his manner uncurls during any time spent with his beloved horses, well, Amarië seems not to hold it against him these days)* |
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[May. 10th, 2010|10:08 am] |
*isn't especially nervous the morning she is to defend her dissertation (it's not her way), but is definitely feeling drained afterward, when the post-presentation Q&A finally comes to an end and she is swarmed by other scientists wanting to grill her about some of the stunning revelations she's turned up in her research*
*gamely answers a few more questions as she tries to catch Ethan's eye (help), or Fániel's, but the former appears to be too busy trying to wake up the latter* |
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