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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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[Jan. 3rd, 2011|06:54 pm] |
*is rather clearly evicted from Delving, having just enough time to half-explain to his store supervisor and even less to Haleth (though she can see the writing on the wall as well as he can)*
*heads out toward his mother's place to figure out what next*
*has one particular stop to make first though* |
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[Jan. 2nd, 2011|06:00 pm] |
*is a little bit exhausted by the holidays, which have been more tense than ever before, although Aredhel and Celegorm seem to be on good enough terms, Lily's mood and behaviour have been more than a little bit alarming*
*heads out to the town, just for a break (trusting his niece's parents are capable of not losing her in his absence) and buys some flowers (red roses, always red roses)* *goes to Finduilas' home and rings the doorbell (as ever, eyeing the fire escape as a likelier entrance)* |
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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. 2nd, 2010|09:57 pm] |
*after literally weeks of searching, found the perfect house in Ossiriand, right on the outskirts of town: it is virtually a manor house (though tiny in comparison to Turco's residence) with a huge amount of land and stables out the back*
*on the day of moving in, invites family - ie: Nerdanel, Anairë and Curvo - to come over and help her and Lily with decorating choices*
*stands at the back door, looking out over the vast back lawn towards the stables and wonders whether it would be remotely feasible to have Lily's horses brought over to here* *while Turco might be indifferent to her whereabouts and that of their daughter, isn't quite so sure he'd be indifferent as to the fate of horses* |
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[Aug. 23rd, 2010|09:06 pm] |
*returned from the family vacation in Gondolin just in time to jump right into a couple of ratrace weeks filled with photoshoots, teaser-shoots, and episode-shoots* *was hoping to get their Arda and Órë families together for that barbecue before the end of summer, but doubts that'll be feasible at this point* *maybe something for Erumas, then?*
*every other night, finds himself pulling out the ring and looking at it, over and over (prisoner in my marriage) (legend in the water)* *doesn't feel particularly legendary, but he does know that for all the months of silence and change, he's as in love with Finduilas as he was the night he asked for her hand* (*possibly even more so, now that Elrohir isn't so new and Elliott's not so young*)
*after much thought, sends a private note to one Curufin Fëanorian, asking for a meeting* *waffles but decides not to tell anyone just yet, not even Ethan mostly because anyone with a brain would tell him he's insane* |
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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. 16th, 2010|09:40 pm] |
*is hideously bored for the rest of the day once her boyfriend leaves town, and already missing him like crazy*
*in the evening, gets to thinking again about the idea that's never been far from her mind—how to get to Menegroth (she didn't get a chance to bring up the subject with Mír again but wouldn't it be awesome to surprise him?)*
*after another minute's thought, picks up her phone and dials* |
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[Jul. 10th, 2010|09:34 pm] |
*on his second-to-last day in Gondolin with his father, is out for a walk around town with Lily* *has had a great trip, so far, between spending lots of quality (oh, the quality) time with his girlfriend, hanging out with his cousin and Galadriel, and generally enjoying the benefits of being tight with royalty*
*at the moment, strolling hand-in-hand with her, can almost imagine that he and Lily a normal pair of teenagers in love (omg), and not a pair of fugitives from their families* *...well, okay, so he's not a fugitive in the literal sense, but there's a real threat of nukes, anyway?*
*cranes his neck to look up at yet another tall, shining building* *only half-joking* So, like, if we ever have to seriously run away together, what's say we come here for a while? I'm pretty sure Finrod would put us up, she helped my parents and stuff. Or I could just never leave again, that would work, too. |
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[Apr. 6th, 2010|10:32 pm] |
*has rather a lot weighing on his mind (and, yes, that is a pretty unusual situation for him)*
*with his niece's departure for Gondolin creating something of a massive void in his day-to-day life, does something he hasn't done in a while* *arranges to meet his father for an early dinner at a fairly decent restaurant, outside the student quarter (to avoid being seen by students)*
*arrives rather late but through no fault of his own (honestly! he was just waiting for Turco to leave the house first so he wouldn't have to explain where he was going)* |
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[Mar. 27th, 2010|08:32 am] |
*has been walking on air for the past couple weeks, not to mention going out with Domíran as often as possible* *hasn't had to explain her whole situation yet, which is a bit of a relief (Mír was way too close to missing his curfew to take her home)*
*curls up in the living room on a Saturday morning to do some reading* *rather loathes anything that feels so much like schoolwork but she's got to satisfy her curiosity*
*closes the book a half-hour later and, visibly shaken, book in hand, goes to look for the one person in this house she would trust with her life* |
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[Dec. 26th, 2009|11:23 pm] |
*having seen Lily into a cab home, continues into town on a rather specific errand*
*on his way, does ensure that a present is delivered to Finduilas, in the form of a bouquet of red roses and an attached note: Happy Erumas, my darling. I am so sorry for dragging you into another family mess. Lily enjoyed her time with you. Thank you for giving her a different perspective on life. I appreciate it, even if her father does not. All my love, - C*
*continues to his hotel and heads straight to the hotel bar* *orders a drink and turns to his brother* And we left Mother's house separately, because? |
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[Dec. 21st, 2009|12:24 pm] |
*is actually kind of enjoying having a houseguest for a change, though the girl is obviously a bit clueless about the more important things in life (i.e. clothes, shoes, makeup, and men)* *it's okay, though! because she's the perfect person to offer instruction on such topics (and that's been kind of fun, too)*
*doesn't quite understand, however, just how she ended up in the home of the most annoying person alive, sitting cross-legged on Lily's bed in her old room and glancing nervously toward the door from time to time*
Can you hurry it up a little? Your dad will skin me alive if he catches me in his house. Unless Curufin's with him, in which case he'll probably kill me first, to be nice. |
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[Nov. 2nd, 2009|07:03 pm] |
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*for all her claims of acute independence, has been wishing there was someone she could tell about encounters with cute boys and maybe get some answers to a few burning questions* *isn't close enough to any of her girlfriends to gush with them, and she isn't sure whether her mother would be pleased or horrified (and she's not sure which reaction would be worse)*
*some things never change, however, which means another evening and another "family" dinner at her father's house (don't think for a second it belongs to her, too, or even her mother), which generally involves her parents talking to one another with occasional attempts to bring her into the conversation (which her father ignores) or similar attempts to bring her uncle into the conversation (which her mother ignores)*
*waits until her father isn't paying her any attention (it doesn't take long) and poises a pea atop her fork* *slingshots it across the table at Curufin and bites her lip hard to keep the giggles at bay* |
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[Oct. 7th, 2009|09:24 pm] |
*would like it to be known that he didn't actually watch the Cathys live, instead TiVoing them (and avoiding spoilers)*
*is suitably proud of his wife when she is announced as winner but is rather confused when Amarië accepts the award on her behalf* *had heard of owners and pets growing in resemblance, and perhaps it holds for bitches too, though it doesn't explain why there aren't dozens of Turcoesque dogs and horses around Celegorm's estate*
*picks up a bouquet of red roses the following day and makes his way to Finduilas' apartment* *rings on the buzzer and contemplates the fire escape (in case he needs to break in now, or break out later)* |
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[Jan. 4th, 2009|03:16 pm] |
*has enough to work out to get done that he can't quite manage it all on paper for the time being*
*takes his notes over to Celegorm's to see if it's quiet enough for him to use the piano*
*figures this will mean a strong likelihood of running into Curufin, but supposes he'll have to take his chances* |
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[Jan. 1st, 2009|07:25 pm] |
*ventures into town on the morning of New Year's Eve, armed only with his niece and the vague idea of buying some new clothes* (*yes, is Celegorm's brother but still buys off-the-rack*)
*goes into a clothes shop and selects jeans and t-shirts and pays for them without trying them on* *with that done, takes Lily to a café for a mid-morning snack*
*is not entirely oblivious to the openly admiring looks he is receiving from most of the women in the vicinity, and is more than a little amused* |
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[Dec. 29th, 2008|02:20 pm] |
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*understands that his mother and youngest siblings orchestrated a "nice" Erumas get-together somewhere in town, attended by his cousin and daughter (and perhaps even his brother, but then he hasn't bothered to ask and made a point of being out of town around the day itself)* *vaguely wonders how that went over, what with Írissë surely finding a thousand little things to criticize (if perhaps less vocally than usual)*
*returns home to learn that Írissë is taking a walk on the grounds, which suits him just fine (he won't have to immediately find out how his gift to her—a diamond necklace with intricate flower detailing—went over, either)*
*changes his clothes and then gets comfortable on the sofa in the library to continue reading The Decline of Ancient Nandorin* |
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