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[Feb. 20th, 2011|03:45 pm] |
*having heard from a few little birds that a certain Peredhel twin is working in television, hunts down the set of As Órë Turns with Aulendil in tow* *smiles his way past lot security, even managing to procure a couple of visitor badges*
*to his companion, as they wander across the lot and dodge knots of harried crewmembers* Busy place... Elrohir should be here somewhere, he's one of the stars. *curiously* Have you ever gotten into television? |
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[Dec. 15th, 2010|08:21 pm] |
*is in Menegroth for Erumas break, with no less than two major events on the agenda: the big family get-together, including his dad and Elliott's parents, and his date with Káni (ome he should've brought his other tie, it makes him look smarter)*
*wanders down the concourse at the station, his bag slung over his shoulder, twin in tow* *scans the crowds curiously in search of familiar faces* *catches Elliott's attention* Who's picking us up? |
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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. 7th, 2010|07:37 pm] |
*has retired to her garden for an evening appletini or four, thinking to relax after a rather full day*
*lounges on an elegant daybed and reads, half her attention on the colorful chorus of birds going about their business in the trees overhead* *hums softly in easy (H)armony with them between sips*
*after a while, is politely interrupted by a servant informing her she has a call* *takes the phone and checks the caller ID before answering, a broad smile on her lips* Domíran! |
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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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[Jul. 18th, 2010|04:41 pm] |
*is having a pretty ahh-mazing time in Gondolin, so far, between his family (nuclear and extended) and the high-roller craziness that is the Big City* *plus there are entirely new throngs of fans to schmooze and/or dodge!*
*finds himself and his twin at loose ends one afternoon, with his mother and Glorfindel out to lunch, his father off on his own somewhere raiding a library probably, and Erestor gone MIA (vacation or sick leave or something?)*
*after a brief exchange with Ethan, winds up in one of the Flower's larger sitting rooms with a book and a lemonade* *lounges on the couch and doesn't actually read, but instead watches his brother tinkering with the nearby piano (a bit of melody here, half of a song there, ever accompanied by small notations on the sheet music)* |
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[Jun. 27th, 2010|06:48 pm] |
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*okay, so family vacations by definition aren't cool, except that his family is sort of awesome and they're in Gondolin for a week (also awesome)*
*has been permanently bug-eyed since they stepped off the train in this shiny, shiny city* *remembers very clearly the stories Glorfindel and Erestor used to tell himself and his brother, back in the day (Ondolindë the Fair) (lords and banners and the fairest princess of all—your great-grandmother, you know)*
*wanders into the House of the Fountain's main foyer with Elliott at his side, the rest of their family right behind them* *signs slowly, awed* This place is... *shakes his head, his expression finishing the sentence (wow) better than any words* |
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[Jan. 16th, 2010|07:05 pm] |
*usually doesn't like to make business trips so soon after Erumas but has absolutely no hesitation in flying out to Ossiriand to check up on a few of her business interests there*
*ensures that there's plenty of food in the Delving family home and leaves the usual in-depth instructions for Elrond and Arwen to look after each other*
*arrives early in the morning and goes straight to a meeting with her Ossiriand-based accountant and lawyer with a view to acquiring a bigger stake in one of the local hotels* *adjourns the meeting promptly at noon to go and meet her boys at the front gate of the university campus so she can spoil them rotten take them to lunch* |
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[Dec. 28th, 2009|07:56 pm] |
*has been keeping his distance from Finduilas as much as possible since his failed—or, as his helpful brother so kindly put it, eighteenth-floor splat!—proposal* *is obliged to interact with her on set, of course, but a) he's nothing if not a pro on camera, and b) Dare's character arc has him running cold-hot toward Colby, anyway*
*has needed the time to sort through a few other things, too, such as thousands and thousands of years of bright, sparkly memory* *yeah, it's still a lot weird*
*finally, though, decides it's time to buckle down and deal* *turns up at Finduilas' place some night after Erumas and knocks on the door, leaning against the jamb and running a hand through his hair* |
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[Oct. 21st, 2009|10:13 pm] |
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*has had an incredibly busy week, between proposing to his girlfriend, finding out she's already married, and oh yes, remembering another lifetime (in which he was not an actor) (in which he really did kick a lot of ass)* *actually, busy may not even be the word, but he doesn't have anything comparable to go on*
*in the days following his and Ethan's crash memory recall, stops in to see Amarië and informs her that he's taking an emergency leave of absence* *isn't really surprised when she seems unimpressed by the revelation that he's Elrond Peredhel's son, but thinks she might be a tiny bit impressed when he doesn't fidget or blush even once (she didn't fire him on the spot, anyway)* *also spends a day at his Órë-parents' house wow that's a strange way to think of them, explaining and re-explaining and reassuring the Burkholders that he's still their son, even if he remembers being someone else's, too*
*is in no way prepared for the next part when he and Ethan (and Jason the interpreter) step off the train in Delving, duffels hastily packed and Internet directions in hand* *waits until they're all packed into a taxi before wriggling around to sign to his brother* We're sure they aren't on vacation? |
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[Oct. 5th, 2009|07:22 pm] |
*was planted squarely in front of his television on the night of the Cathys, you betcha* *kept a sharp eye out for his twin, and sure enough, got a good eyeful of Elliott on the red carpet, as slick and starry-eyed as any of the celebrities out there* *oh god can't possibly wait to tease him about it*
*had other reasons to tune in, though, and was a little surprised that he didn't get a text or an email afterward (something along the lines of SHE SAID YES or she said no, can I come over for Jell-O?)* *did note that Finduilas apparently wasn't present to receive her Best Actress award or whatever, and can only think that maybe she and Elliott snuck off to celebrate on their own (that dog)*
*texts his brother the following morning just to check in, and is pretty surprised when it goes completely unanswered* *spends most of the day catching up on labwork, checking his phone every half hour or so, becoming more confused the longer the radio-silence lasts*
*has just settled down in his favorite OU music room for the evening, fingers on the keys, when he feels his phone vibrating in his pocket (finally)* *blinks at the short, simple message (where are you?), but dutifully replies, knowing (perhaps instinctively) that Elliott won't be too far behind the text* |
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[Sep. 29th, 2009|07:29 pm] |
*has never been more grateful for his camera-face than he is tonight, at the glitzy and glamorous Cathy awards* *is all dashingly sweet smiles on the red carpet, with Finduilas at her stunning best on his arm and the paparazzi's glare at every turn, but inwardly is the worst jittering mess he's been since... ever, probably*
*aside from the overall excitement of As Órë Turns' five nominations, has personal reasons to be almost nauseatingly nervous* *has to force himself not to check his pocket for the ring box every five seconds or so, for fear of drawing anyone's attention*
*waits until he and Finduilas have been settled at their table to let a little of his fretting show* Oh my God, Finduilas, can you even believe we're here? Do you think we'll win? I mean, I'm sure you will, you're amazing, but you know, for best show and best director and will we still have jobs if Amarië loses and everything? *breathes* You really do look amazing. |
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[Jun. 27th, 2009|11:31 pm] |
*has had very little to do in the weeks since AOT wrapped up the latest production season* *does have an unrelated TV movie gig slated for mid-summer (actually, he was pretty well slammed with offers from the networks holy cow), but until then is content to take the break* *being a small-screen star is so much more work than anyone ever mentions*
*has been using the downtime to work on his OSL with Ethan, visit his parents, and of course, spend quality time with Finduilas (it's more work now that they're not shooting together almost every day, but he's loved making the extra effort)*
*finds himself installed on Ethan's couch one afternoon, chattering with him in their by-now standard mix of lip-reading, careful signing, and shorthand typing* *may be a little more distracted than usual—hence his thirty-eighth straight death in the same place on Super Moria Bros.—but he really can't complain when his brother has just supplied him with orange Jell-O* |
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[May. 25th, 2009|03:08 pm] |
*is rather used to keeping a bit of distance from people (and it's usually not difficult, where most of the world doesn't care to hear him), but after much thought, decides to let his brother and Káni in a little closer, so to speak*
*invites them both to meet him in his favorite piano room at the university early one afternoon, when they're all free* *arrives a little early with his interpreter (Eliza, this time), and if he's a little nervous, it's only because he hardly ever invites anyone to see him play (much less hear him)* |
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[May. 5th, 2009|10:07 am] |
*looks over the pictures splashed across the pages of three separate magazines with something akin to approval—they really are being choosy about the quality of their photos these days, ever since she slapped the In-Speak with a pricey libel suit for that grainy image of a blonde woman (not her) cavorting with some greasy nightclub owner in Grand Fork East*
*can't even bring herself to be too annoyed with the possibility that there might've been sticky handprints left in her limousine after the outing to the ice cream parlor (it was worth it, and she's having the vehicle detailed inside and out, after all)*
*tucks the zines into one of her desk drawers, glances at the clock (two sharp) and pages her assistant du jour* *with utter confidence that her next appointment is already here and waiting* Send him in. |
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[Apr. 6th, 2009|09:15 am] |
*travels to Ossiriand to attend a three-day conference full of very dry talks by very scholarly psychiatrists who are about as animated as textbooks when they speak*
*(in other words, is really looking forward to it)*
*spends the morning of his arrival settling in at the hotel and networking a bit but finds he's unable to really concentrate when he sits down to have a look at the organizational material in his conference packet*
*very hesitantly digs up his phone to call in a favor, even though he promised himself he wouldn't* |
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[Mar. 15th, 2009|11:08 am] |
*turns up at the (pretty posh) hotel several minutes early, interpreter in tow, intending to meet Elliott before they go in to meet Lord(?) Glorfindel for dinner*
*has no idea what to expect, especially after the somewhat confusing outing the previous evening; between Gil-galad, Káni, and Elliott, really didn't interact with Glorfindel himself at all*
*in all honesty, wouldn't have agreed to this dinner, except Elliott seemed pretty keen on it* |
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[Mar. 6th, 2009|12:04 pm] |
*emerges from the makeup trailer bright and early, all decked out and spruced up (or, as Finduilas might probably say, "gorgeousified") for Episode 22's promotional shoot*
*apparently they've got a surprise cameo of epic proportions, according to most of the girls in the cast and crew (and some of the guys, even)* (*has heard the names "Raphael Newman" and "Glorfindel" on the radio, and saw some stuff on the news about a scandal or whatever, but isn't so much into the pop scene*) *anyway, the guest spot's supposed to generate all kinds of media attention, hence the upcoming promo frenzy*
*heads to the lot for the photoshoot, wondering how one deals with an international superstar when one isn't actually a slobbering fan?* *is so in over his head* |
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[Feb. 20th, 2009|10:53 am] |
*has been hanging out with Elliott on a pretty regular basis now, which strikes him as kind of amazing considering he didn't even want to meet the guy* *still doesn't watch much TV, but does catch a bit of his double's soap once in a while just to accumulate more teasing-fodder*
*once or twice, catches himself starting to sign my twin instead of my double when referring to Elliott* *isn't particularly bothered by the association (might even like it, actually), but isn't sure he's ready to let anyone else in on it*
*gets an odd text from his twin/double one afternoon, asking him whether he might bring along an interpreter the next time they get together?* *agrees readily enough (the typing back and forth has been fine so far—and Elliott's picked up some common signs already—but maybe he has something in mind that'll preclude using the laptop for that?)*
*in due course, finds himself sitting opposite Elliott and Jason at an obscure little Thai place* *conversationally* So, do you actually eat Thai, or did you just try to pick the last place the crazy fangirls would think to look for you? |
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[Feb. 1st, 2009|06:25 pm] |
*following a two-hour marathon of Super Moria Bros. (which was pretty productive on the whole, even if the next level turned out to be even more frustrating), cracks out the orange Jell-O and switches on the TV, settling down on the couch*
*offers one of the bowls to Ethan, grinning widely* *remembers to enunciate carefully* For you. |
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