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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. 18th, 2011|08:38 pm] |
*when one day, then two pass without any further confirmation from Rachel, descends on his eldest's office on the appointed day, thinking Rachel might be there already and simply forgot to send him the go-ahead (not that it's like her to forget...well, anything)*
*bursts inside with barely a glance at poor Margaret* 'káno! We got a schedule to keep here! *stops short in the inner office, surprised to actually see Fingon sitting at his desk* *at a more reasonable volume (for a normal person; downright subdued for a Fingolfin)* You know 'bout the schedule? |
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[Dec. 7th, 2010|10:01 pm] |
*is fairly well horrified by the news coming out of Ossiriand (and every grisly detail captured by some student's cell phone camera, the shaky footage replaying every half hour on twelve different channels)*
*calls Beren immediately to make sure Mír is all right* (*well, as all right as the kid can be, considering*)
*confers with Turgon and thinks to call Thingol next, but dials Fingon instead, figuring she should probably coordinate with him before she does anything diplomatic on behalf of the Fingolfinian-ish Noldor* *nothing like a little damage control to spice up the holidays!* *Fëanorian: the other F-word* |
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[Mar. 30th, 2010|08:21 pm] |
*has settled into a highly productive morning's work, having waved Maedhros off in the early hours as he actually goes to visit Himring for the first time in months* *does wonder (not for the first time) how anything resembling governmental procedure actually happens in Himring given that its ruler is generally resident in Hithlum*
*catches up with all of his outstanding emails and it is with something like relief that he sends his final email of the morning (a cheery greeting to his brother with a request to pass his best wishes on to Aro and Eärwen)*
*finally, leans back in his chair and presses the intercom* Margaret? Is my 10 o'clock here yet? |
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[Sep. 30th, 2009|11:37 pm] |
*gets his (newly acquired) PA to sum up the recent goings-on in his best friend's life* No, no. A thumbs up or a thumbs down will do. I don't actually want to hear the reports of where and how they made up, just that they did.
*duly reassured, phones Glorfindel and has a rather interesting conversation with him about Gil-galad's cousin*
*hangs up* *chews his lip* *wonders about calling his father (who he's sort of been avoiding for months since he found out who his real father is and since he slept with his father's sister)* *sighs and presses the speed-dial*
Hi, hi, Margaret. It's Gil-galad. Is Dad there? |
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[Apr. 21st, 2009|12:28 am] |
*hear rumours and murmurs of jobs going awry in the west* *at first, chalks it up to incompetence but allows that there might be something more serious afoot when an entirely change of staff in Hithlum yields no improvement*
*decides to travel straight to the source of this minor annoyance and charters a flight (with Nelyafinwian disregard for flight restrictions) from Thargelion to Hithlum*
(*it's not that rum-running is a large business and, indeed, it only accounts for the smallest fraction of his income, but it's the principle of the thing (is nothing if not principled)*)
*whips out his mobile phone as he lounges in the backseat of his taxi and sends a text to his eldest brother* m1. incoming. c2. |
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[Feb. 28th, 2009|10:29 pm] |
*is sleeping* *is asleep* *because it's Saturday morning, you see, when people sleep* *is therefore rather disgruntled when his phone starts ringing*
*fumbles around on the nightstand for it, knocking over a glass of water (shit)*
*picks up the phone without looking at the caller ID* Dad, do you know what time it is here? |
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[Nov. 23rd, 2008|06:57 pm] |
*in spite of the fact that his last weekend in Ossiriand turned into an extended vacation (as happens so often when Maedhros is involved), finds himself on a plane back to Ossiriand, having heard that his sister has given birth* *to a perfectly normal child, by all accounts (although Anairë's account did include more beautifuls and gorgeouses than the obstetrician's report)*
*is soon being shown to Aredhel's room in the hospital (and is very lucky to find her there, according to a nurse, as she's due to be discharged home today), followed by a less happy Maedhros who is carrying a giant teddy bear (that looks normal-sized tucked under Maedhros' arm)* |
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[Oct. 27th, 2008|08:18 pm] |
*is actually in rather a good mood following his encounter with Finrod (awkward approach, smooth dismount, top marks for technical merit) (unlike that previous encounter about which they do not talk or think, even in strike-outs)* *is even in a good mood as he rings the front doorbell of Celegorm's house*
*is soon shown into a reception room where his (holy Eru fatter-than-Finrod) sister is waiting to see him* |
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[Oct. 23rd, 2008|11:28 pm] |
*early(ish), the following morning, heads down to the front desk of the hotel, while Maedhros is still sleeping*
*orders a car to bring him to his cousin's house and, while he is waiting, settles down in one of the armchairs in the foyer, with a newspaper and a cup of coffee*
*is slowly starting to think that maybe this vacation/weekend/relaxation idea might not have been one of Maedhros' worst ideas, even allowing for a visit to Írissë* |
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[Oct. 18th, 2008|06:25 pm] |
*finally manages to persuade Fingon to visit Ossiriand, as he had intended to a number of weeks previously* *mostly achieves this because the crisis in Gondolin appears to have been resolved (and the resolution bore no relation to the number of pencils Fingon snapped)*
*finally says that he, Maedhros, is going to Ossiriand to see his parents and siblings and it would be much easier if he, Fingon, accompanied him (strictly from the point of view of diplomatic relations and inviolable airspace)*
*plucks Fingon's mobile phone out of his hands as they walk through customs at O.I.A* No. |
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[Sep. 28th, 2008|07:05 pm] |
*has had a very full weekend, Erudamnit, and still has a mountain of papers to grade and it's Sunday evening and he's working with only one operational arm*
*sighs and decides to take a break* *will ignore the fact that most of his day has consisted of various breaks: sleep-break, tea-break, coffee-break, gym-break, break for the Game, break for the Race, dinner-break, etc, etc*
*picks up his mobile phone and dials* |
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[Sep. 6th, 2008|06:08 pm] |
*has moved back to Ossiriand, the weekend before school starts back* (*has also been astounded by the sheer amount of stuff that Fániel owns and leaves the suite in Tyler wondering just how she intends to pack all her stuff away by the end of the weekend*)
*leaves a voicemail for Argon to apologise that he can't help her move in because he's heading to Hithlum and, with that, heads to Hithlum*
*is sitting in the car on the way from the airport to his father's home when he takes out his phone and calls Fingon* |
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[Aug. 22nd, 2008|06:13 pm] |
*has been somewhat distracted since his brother's visit (and his brothers news)* *to the point at which Maedhros is threatening to sulk if he doesn't "cheer the fuck up" (direct quote)*
*figures that there's only one course of action open to him and dials Finrod's cell phone number, having made sure that his office door is firmly closed and Margaret is on her lunch break* |
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[Aug. 17th, 2008|02:11 pm] |
*heads to Hithlum to pass the time while Finrod's in Delving taking care of the rest of her things and visiting her Eruson*
*misses hanging out with Fingon* *in a manly, manly, utterly non-gay sort of way* *also just thinks Delving is really creepy, and is glad he'll never have to go there again*
*waltzes (not literally) into the royal compound and makes his way to his brother's office* |
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[Aug. 16th, 2008|09:17 pm] |
*has settled into a fragile state of domesticity while Maedhros is in Himring*
*gets up slightly later (it being Saturday and all) and goes down to the lake to make the most of the fine late summer weather*
*goes for a swim and then heads back to the balcony of the breakfast room to read the paper and enjoy the sunshine* |
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[Aug. 12th, 2008|09:47 pm] |
*arrives in Hithlum, following a particularly rough flight from Ossiriand* *is fairly sure that the pilot fabricated a lot of that turbulance*
*is rather pleased when a car meets him at the Hithlum airstrip*
*reaches the Royal Compound and makes his way straight to Fingon's office (it's 10 o'clock at night, where else would that man be?)*
*lets himself in* So, I'd hoped that you'd meet me from the plane but I'm guessing there was a danger the paperwork might have gotten out of control in your half-hour absence. *puts a plastic bag on his desk* Duty free whiskey! |
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[Aug. 10th, 2008|08:44 pm] |
*is not having the most pleasant of weekends*
*to wit:
(A) received a particular letter from his cousin (totally, cousin) which was both expected and unexpected and still leaves him short one Ambassador in Delving.
(B) appears to have agreed to send his private jet to collect his half-cousin, in spite of the diplomatic issues that may arise*
*in spite of it all, is looking forward to seeing Maedhros again* *really, really is* |
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[Aug. 5th, 2008|05:56 pm] |
*really doesn't want to speak too soon, but has had a rather enjoyable time in Ossiriand with his siblings* *doesn't want to speak too soon because there's still time for bloodshed tears before bedtime*
*wanders out into the garden of the hotel in which he's staying and takes his phone out of his pocket*
*after a moment (there's always a moment), presses a particular speed-dial* |
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