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[Nov. 11th, 2008|12:59 pm] |
*has a good deal of sleep to catch up on to think about after her visit to the therapist*
*takes her current indecision and confusion as a sign to stay well put and reconcile with her former self's stupidity rest up*
*thinks it best she tell Elenwë she won't return to their business venture in Gondolin*
*rings her friend from her rooms at the Garden Path* |
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[Oct. 18th, 2008|06:06 pm] |
*is a little shy of going back to the nursery plans until Nerdanel's ready to provide cover*
*catches up on the news, having a few anxiety attacks before finding out her baby boy Turgon's not harmed, and then calls and leaves a message on his service anyhow saying she's glad that's the case*
*leaves word with Aredhel and with the hotel (for Nerdanel) that she's out and goes into town to post her latest manuscript (featuring some adventures with a bold young heroine and a dashing young man who turns out to be gay) to her editor*
*spends the rest of the afternoon shopping for baby clothes* *still does think babies are special* |
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[Oct. 10th, 2008|12:07 pm] |
*sits back in her chair after a satisfying meal and takes a sip of her wine while examining her surroundings carefully*
*can't help but be pleased that with each successive date Fëanáro's choice of restaurant has become more posh rather than less*
*overhears him ordering a chocolate mousse with two spoons and sits up again* Absolutely not. I told you I never eat dessert. |
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[Sep. 24th, 2008|05:38 pm] |
*finishes up his day at work in a fairly timely matter feeling strangely... satisfied* *ah, yes, gave the first exam of the semester to his undergrads this morning*
*leaves his TA with a stack of papers to grade over the weekend and heads out, deciding he's earned a break*
*stops at an upscale bar not far from his apartment and orders a drink* |
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[Sep. 9th, 2008|07:10 pm] |
*after a few lonely nights spent in the closed, empty hotel, realizes there is no way she can stay in the city* (*if the tabloid pictures proclaiming "Gondolin's New Queen" and asking "Is that a baby bump!?" weren't enough to do it*)
*upon receiving a letter from her solicitor informing her her support has been reinstated, realizes she knows exactly what to do*
*packs up her things, makes travel arrangements with her ex-husband's office, and, as a last measure, sits down to write a letter*
My Dear Itarillë,
First and foremost I am writing to inform you I am leaving Ondolindë and will not be returning. This is not because I am angry or because I have been hurt, and no one is at fault. I realize now that there is no place for me here, and to stay would only cause undo suffering. Once I am settled I will send information as to my location, with the hope that you will visit me eventually.
I have not always been a good mother to you. I wish I could excuse myself, or say that it was all for your own good, but it wasn't. Most of the values I raised you with were my mother's, which I find amusing, given that I hated her as much as one person could hate another. Her uncle was a king and she was always jealous of the power and prestige afforded to his family. In me she saw a chance to fulfill a portion of her dreams, and she pushed me very hard to become better than the best person I could be. She sent me to Tirion to marry into Noldorin royalty, though she had your uncle Findekáno in mind, not your father, and when you were born she constantly reminded me of her own dreams. Without realizing it one day I made them mine. I pushed you far more than I should have, and I let my disappointment show, which is something no parent should do. I am sorry for that. My hope is that in some way I have made you a better person for it.
As I will not be returning to Ondolindë, I will give you the one thing I have to give. My hotel is yours— I have already signed the papers, so I should call it your hotel now. You may do with it as you like. If you wish to continue its operations when the borders reopen, my associate Erendis will certainly be glad to help you get started. If she is willing to stay on, I strongly suggest you keep her. However, if you would prefer to close the hotel, knock it down, turn it into an arcade, or any other thing, you may. It is yours to do with as you please.
Your mother,
Elenwë
*sends the letter off and, after saying good-bye to the hotel, boards the helicopter that will take her to the airstrip that will take her to Ossiriand* |
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[Sep. 5th, 2008|12:21 pm] |
*leaves Erendis and heads immediately to the palace*
*doesn't stop at the front desk, breezing right past as if she owns the place (because once upon a time she practically did)*
*hopes the receptionist will be too busy being shocked to call Turukáno or security* *also hopes he'll be alone in his office*
*pauses outside his door for a moment, fixing her hair and taking deep, calming breathes* *reminds herself that every time she's ever gotten her way with him it has been through sweetness and manipulation not anger* |
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[Sep. 3rd, 2008|07:05 pm] |
*receives official notice that she's to leave the city, along with all other non-natives*
*stares at the paper in utter disbelief, unable to accept that she's being lumped in as a common criminal suspect*
*telephones Elenwë immediately* |
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[Aug. 20th, 2008|03:40 pm] |
*despite herself, is actually enjoying living in Ondolindë, now that she doesn't have to put up with certain annoyances on a daily basis*
*as the hotel is doing well and practically running itself, has had a good deal of leisure time with which to enjoy reading again, to work on her music (has taken up the flute), and write her memoir*
*takes a break from all this today, though, to sit outside her favorite café and enjoy some gelato* *likes hazelnut the best* |
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[Jul. 17th, 2008|09:29 am] |
*walks to the new hotel to meet her mother for tea, as instructed requested*
*is really hoping she's in a better mood this time looking forward to seeing her, since it's been so long* *misses her quite a bit, really* *misses having any mother figure around and in a good enough mood to listen and advise her, come to think of it* |
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[Jul. 13th, 2008|07:49 pm] |
*arrives in Ondolindë after a refreshing and quite pleasant visit with Erendis at the seaside*
*checks into the penthouse of her very own hotel, making sure to note every teensy-tiny detail in the process*
*considers taking a stroll around the city, or indeed doing what she came here to do in the first place, but instead finds herself in the hotel café, paging through a magazine and sipping a cup of tea*
*feels a tiny thrill of satisfaction at all of this, truth told* |
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[Jun. 24th, 2008|07:55 am] |
*despite a fairly good opening by some standards, would really prefer it if this lingering trouble with the government city's patriarch wasn't an issue*
*since Elenwë's been so very reluctant to join her in town, goes out to call on her personally* |
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[May. 19th, 2008|10:45 pm] |
*sits down to her morning tea and opens the day's newspaper to the Society section*
*raises an eyebrow at the headline (VALAR MAKE-UP, BREAK-UP WEDDING)*
*perhaps a little too happily* No more than she deserves.
*is about to move on when something in the incredibly distasteful photo of two Valar writhing on the floor in embrace catches her eye* Turukáno? *looks closer and finds confirmation that her husband is indeed in the photo -- sitting alongside his whore*
*closes the paper, calmly sets it down, and phones Erendis* |
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[Apr. 3rd, 2008|02:26 pm] |
*very seriously considered visiting her daughter in her new home and cementing some sore of bond of motherly love*
*then took a stroll by the place, saw exactly the state the girl would be living in, and changed her mind utterly*
*it's best to break ties now before she chances growing attached to her HAHAHAHAHA*
*packs her thingshas her things packed and leaves on the next private train to Vinyamar*
*establishes herself in a hotel before walking down to the boardwalk*
*sits at a café, sipping an iced latté and enjoying the feeling of superiority she gets through people-watching* |
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[Feb. 16th, 2008|10:03 am] |
*finally does what he came to Delving to do and makes his way to his wife and daughter's hotel*
*inquires at the desk and finds they've gone out for the evening with the Noldorin Ambassador*
*spends about five seconds processing this information before coming to a conclusion:*
Oh, that's bad. That's really bad.
*takes a seat in the lobby and waits the wait of a condemned man* |
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[Feb. 11th, 2008|02:37 pm] |
*has, for reasons she cannot possibly understand, been committed to an evening out with her (mess of a) daughter and her husband's (whore of a) lover*
*makes a mental note to have a very long (but gentle) talk with Itarillë about committing people to social engagements without their prior permission* *specifically about how she shouldn't do it, ever, especially not with such low class company*
*is a dutiful mother, though, and consents* *has noticed Itaril missing Turukáno and will do anything in her power to keep the girl complacent*
*receives a call from the front desk precisely at 7 p.m. saying a guest has arrived*
*sighs, and goes down to greet her, gritting her teeth all the way* *will also be speaking with Itarillë about being ready when guests arrive so that her poor, put-upon mother doesn't have to spend time uncomfortably associating with heathens* |
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[Jan. 26th, 2008|09:26 pm] |
*since being rather unceremoniously escorted back to Gondolin, has been reading up on some history* *particularly the history of her husband and a certain dear cousin of his*
*is slowly coming to the realization that, despite not remembering understanding the causes and reasons, her marriage is at an end*
*decides that if Turukáno wishes to have a divorce, she will do everything possible to ensure his unhappiness during the process and the time following*
*and knows exactly where to begin* |
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[Jan. 13th, 2008|12:33 am] |
*decides it's finally time to make good on his "promise" and actually talk to NElenwë*
*tries her hotel room a few times and finds it empty*
*eventually leaves a message for her at the front desk to come to his room when she gets in*
*spends the rest of the day feeling a wonderful sensation of dread!* |
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[Jan. 9th, 2008|06:43 pm] |
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*has entered a state of absolute zen, in complete contrast to her husband-to-be* *yay, husband-to-be!*
*sits patiently as her hair and make-up are perfected*
*looks at the wedding programme in her hands:*
~-~The Marriage Of~-~
Eärwen Olwiel to Arafinwë Finwion
5.00pm: Arrival of Wedding Guests
5.30pm: Cocktail Reception (Ballroom)
6.30pm: Exchange of Vows (Balcony)
7.00pm: Champagne Reception (Ballroom)
8.00pm: Dinner (Ballroom)
*looks at her reflection and smiles, biting her lip, hoping that Arafinwë will like the tiny flowers in her hair and the very demure, simple dress and veil*
*takes a deep breath as 5.30pm approaches*
*makes her way out and down the sweeping staircase to the front hall* *has her arrival announced at the entrance to the ballroom* |
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[Jan. 7th, 2008|04:17 pm] |
*has been brought from Hísilómë to a place called "Gondolin"* *can't help getting the feeling that she really doesn't like that name and thinks it's stupid, but doesn't understand why*
*also doesn't understand why the man who brought her here, the man who is supposedly her husband, refuses to have anything to do with her* *also wonders why she's heard whispers of a daughter but hasn't seen her* *feels very awkward and unwelcome, all told*
*settles in the garden with a book, trying to relax and stay out of the way but be accessible and not cause trouble*
*really doesn't feel like this is her home* |
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