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[Feb. 27th, 2011|06:48 pm]
gilgalad
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*meets Arakáno at the airport in Lindon* *was actually there ridiculously early but just wanted to have every eventuality covered [what if he had a puncture? what if her flight was early? what if her flight was diverted and he'd have to charter another plane to go collect her? and, oh, he should have just chartered a flight for her in the first place]*

*meets her at arrivals and has a sign and everything* )

*shepherds her to his waiting car (a nice little sporty number) and drives at speed through the winding roads of Lindon*
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[Feb. 11th, 2011|05:52 pm]
gilgalad
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*doesn't really understand why it should be so much harder to go in and see Káni now that she's conscious again but really has to work up the courage to visit her room, after half a day of hovering in the corridor outside*

*in the mean time, managed to acquire a few things and has them stuffed into his backpack* *sighing, rocking slightly on the balls of his feet, reminds himself of the part where he's a former high king who was brave enough to resist and then face Sauron and, really, what's a little more heartbreak, when no one died?*

*knocks on the doorframe and steps into her room*
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[Feb. 6th, 2011|04:35 pm]
el_ladan
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[Mood | worried]

*is going just a tiny bit out of his mind, having had absolutely no contact with Káni for the past several days (she's not answering emails or texts, and she didn't pick up any of Elliott's calls, either)*

*and then there's the post-blackout mess in Doriath, which is all the more distressing because people are dead, the king is dead, and Káni still isn't answering*

*finally sucks it up and texts Gil-galad, feeling a little like a girl but thinking he has good reason to worry (she's never ignored him before and now would be the absolute worst time for her to start for more reasons than one)* it's elladan. have you heard from kani?
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[Jan. 31st, 2011|11:29 pm]
gilgalad
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*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]

celegorm
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[Mood | worried]

*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|04:25 pm]
beleg
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*hears Melian's message, the force of which is like a punch to the stomach and surely Melian can feel, in response, her bone deep shock and sorrow and what was the last thing she said to Thingol? Something inane about the power being out?* *is weirdly grateful for Túrin, in some crystal clear thought, for making her used to this form of transport*

*gets out her phone and breaks into a run* *firstly, calls Haleth and Mablung, ordering them to the Palace instantly (she trusts no one else with this task) and telling Mablung to bring Arandur with him* *arrives at the quarters of Beren and Lúthien and pounds on the door as she lets herself in and realises (heartbroken) that she will have to tell them why she is here*

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*having ensure the safety of the Royal Family, immediately seeks out Melian, and when she presents herself before the Queen (Regent?), she bows her head, pale and resolute*
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[Jan. 22nd, 2011|12:44 am]
gilgalad
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*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. 18th, 2011|08:38 pm]

fingolfin
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[Mood | confused]

*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. 3rd, 2010|11:56 am]

thingol
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[Mood | crazy]

*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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[Aug. 8th, 2010|10:59 pm]
gilgalad
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*in the run-up to the new academic year, spends a bit of time at the military school, annoying Vëantur and inspecting each department*

*on one such inspection, eventually becomes so bored that he takes a step out to call Glorfindel on the pretext of conferring about some matter of military education* *is a bit put out when he gets no answer but supposes it's a possibility that his friend might be busy (he is)* *next, tries Celebrían, under no pretext whatsoever, except that it has been far too long since they have spoken* *gets no answer here either and if he wasn't such a secure individual, he might think she's avoiding him (she is)*

*scowls at his phone and leans against the wall of the building, wondering if he can conceivably bug Káni, even though they've already had their daily telephone conversation (which is sometimes twice- or thrice-daily but who's counting?)*
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[Jun. 10th, 2010|08:41 pm]
galadhriel
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*is fairly pleased about having a potential new friend (mostly because she doesn't have all that many friends)* *is less than pleased that the one time she gets to come to Gondolin, her second cousin is also in town (what are the odds?)*

*gets all dolled up and supposes it would be polite to invite her second cousin and, apparently, the son of her sister's friend?* *not that she usually cares about being polite, of course, but should probably make some effort in the country where her sister is Queen*

*heads up to the quarters that were assigned to her (and pretty nice quarters they are too, with two bedrooms and a huge living room, with widescreen TV, etc)* *manages to extract a couple of bottle of vodka from one of the Palace staffers, through a combination of bribery and blackmail* *has a shot of vodka, in the name of experimentation, before the others arrive (and prepares to assume a bored expression if Celeborn arrives first)*
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[May. 10th, 2010|10:08 am]

arakano
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[Mood | tired]

*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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[May. 9th, 2010|07:20 pm]
gilgalad
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*after his best friend went and got gay-married in his town, didn't think that anything exciting would ever happen in Lindon again* *sinks further into depression (or what passes for depression in Gil-galads) when Káni goes back to Ossiriand to be a nerd*

*gets stuck in to the running of things and can think of no way of avoiding sitting on a boring interview panel for one of the senior teaching positions at the military school*

*plays Noughts & Crosses with himself for the first batch of interviews, having made up his mind about each and every one of them based on his first impressions of them (Too old) (Too fug) (A ballet teacher??) (Too timid) (Too creepy)*

*after a brief break for coffee, scans over the CV of the next candidate and, much to his fellow interviewers' surprise, sits up straight and eyeballs him as he walks into the room*

*without preamble* According to your resumé, your experience is almost entirely maritime-based. What on Órë qualifies you to teach in a landlocked country?
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[Mar. 18th, 2010|09:21 pm]
gilgalad
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*is woken up at a ridiculously early hour of the morning (what? 8.30am is fucking early) by a phone call from his best friend who is in fucking Lindon without any warning* *mutters something about revoking Glorfindel's travel privileges as he goes into Káni's room to wake her up* (*if he has to suffer the indignity of an early morning, so does she, guest or not*)

*grumbles the whole way to the courthouse* No fucking idea why he wanted to meet here. They don't serve breakfast at the courthouse. Fuck's sake.
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[Feb. 19th, 2010|02:47 pm]

erest0r
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*as requested, calls Gil-galad and asks him to come up to his office Saturday morning* *hesitates a moment before calling Esther and asking her to relay the same request to Ecthelion* *...which probably counts for chickening out, but he would much rather talk to Ecthelion in person than try to explain the reason for Mithrandir's visit over the phone*

*lets himself into the office a little early on the day of the meeting, half a cup of coffee in hand (last night was a pill night, as he's come to uncomfortably think of them, so he's actually feeling halfway okay)* *plunks down behind his desk and idly fusses with the single rose occupying the space between his photographs, before deciding he might as well get a few little sign-offs out of the way while he waits for everyone else to show*
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[Dec. 31st, 2009|08:30 pm]
gilgalad
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[Mood | chipper]

*as the New Year looms ever closer, finds the time to pick up the phone, in order to contact a friend who has been highly remiss in maintaining telecommunications*

*wanders through his hotel suite in Ossiriand towards the minibar and, as soon as the phone is answered, immediately launches into a verbal assault*

So, what the fuck, man? Have you taken a vow of silence? Don't get me wrong, that Happy Birthday text was short and to the point and Eru knows you went way overboard with the gift-giving this year but you're in my Dad's kingdom and don't actually tell anyone? He says there's this whole circus going on down by the lake. Is that true?
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[Oct. 12th, 2009|06:19 pm]

arakano
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[Mood | bouncy]

*as promised, hightails it inside immediately after seeing her niece wed to "that cute boy", as her mother might say*

*moves a couple of namecards around and parks herself at the table nearest the bar after finagling a couple of drinks for her and Gil-galad* Thank Eru. It was freezing out there, bless Itarillë's heart. She's wearing a strapless and I don't think she even noticed. At the risk of becoming a cliché, I fucking love open bars.
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[Oct. 11th, 2009|09:46 pm]
ulmondil
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[Mood | chipper]

*arrived yesterday in Sirion and was rather taken aback at how familiar it all seems, in spite of the fast food joints and supermarkets* *is very taken by the hotel on the seafront (though not as taken by it as Idril is) and is very satisfied with the security measures put in place by Rôg*

*wakes up (or is woken up by Ecthelion) good and early on the morning of the wedding, which is at noon* *indulges in a pint or two in the hotel bar to steady his nerves (and has no idea why Ecthelion is so nervous, seeing as he's not the one getting married today) (not that Tuor is nervous either, of course!)*

*finally, just before noon, is standing at the top of a makeshift aisle on the beach, enjoying the very end of the warm(-ish) autumn sunshine*

*murmuring* Now I'll allow that kilts probably weren't the best choice. Still, my skin hue must match my blue tartan, right?
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[Sep. 30th, 2009|11:37 pm]
gilgalad
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*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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[Sep. 15th, 2009|06:23 pm]

ecthelion
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[Mood | blank]

*has spent the last few...whatevers trudging from city to city, alone, and trying not to think about some of the things he last said to Glorfindel* *knows there's no excuse for it, no matter if Glorfindel was lying, no matter if Glorfindel was being demanding, no matter if Glorfindel decided to cut and run when things got more tedious*

*makes some halfhearted attempts to see some of the sights his boyfriend had planned for them (with the help of the chipper young assistants Thor has seen fit to appoint in each city from here out, to lead him around and generally see to his every need) but quickly wearies of these unnecessary and tiring side trips*

*periodically sends Glorfindel brief text updates from the road; it's absurd, when Glorfindel already has his schedule, but sadly, doing so helps him remember where he is and how many cities he has left, too* * )

*is checking his e-mail, of a...morning? when he sees a message from a Hithlum reporter to whom he gave a feature interview (just after the second show of the tour)* *opens it to find the piece itself attached, which he can't help scanning with somewhat morbid interest* * )

*snaps his laptop closed with something very like panic (what are they saying today?), no longer interested in what is actually a pretty glowing write-up* *reaches for his phone and dials, of all people, Gil-galad, mostly because (I'm going a little nuts) he knows the real Ecthelion would think it rude to come to Lindon and not look him up*
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