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[Mar. 1st, 2011|10:50 pm] |
*is going through some of his letters over breakfast: yes, it's a weekday and he's actually out of bed for breakfast with his husband; he mightn't be out of the house or, indeed, fully-clothed but he's up, damnit!*
*chewing on a pancake, gestures at a memo from the Palace* Hm, see that Celeborn is in residence. That's interesting. *looks up at his husband, a bright smile on his face* I know my House does the tourism part but I'm going to assume that our Fearless Leader has chosen you to show the young man about. *rather amused* I think you're officially the Face of Gondolin now?
[edit] *following a successful morning meeting, finishing up the last of the Special Ops debriefs, is informed that his 11.15am appointment is here*
*glances at the clock, figuring that, whoever it is, there should still be plenty of time to get to the Fountain for noon cupcakes (and, for once, that isn't a euphemism)* |
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[Feb. 22nd, 2011|06:27 pm] |
*may be having the best week ever, which is something of a monumental achievement, considering!*
*has been packing up his house bit by bit since Doc's last visit, boxing things he doesn't use every day and keeping half an eye on houses for sale* *hasn't really told anyone but Carol about the plans, yet, since they don't have a concrete date and Doc's just beginning the process of unhooking himself from his life up north*
*does have one other person in mind to tell right away, though* *texts Glorfindel and arranges to meet him for coffee after work* (*yes, goes without his one cup of coffee all day to save it for the afternoon*) |
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[Feb. 16th, 2011|05:18 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | &ecthelion&elemmakil, &ecthelion&glorfindel, &estella&salgant, @gondolin, ecthelion, elemmakil, estella, finrod, glorfindel, idril, ioreth, salgant, saruman, thranduil | ] |
*can't quite believe what she's gotten herself into with this jewelry show gig* *had some little catwalk show in mind, maybe some sashaying, a twirl-snap at the end* *definitely wasn't expecting a high-society exhibit featuring the models as living art, each dripping with enough diamonds to feed a small country for a month*
*on the evening of the gala, finds herself perched on a raised pedestal set in the midst of a sparkling pool, the hem of her long silver gown trailing out into the water* *sits very still while the makeup/hair/accessory people fuss over the headdress and glitter and, of course, the diamonds* *drinks in the details while she can; as part of the VirtuesTM collection showcase, she's portraying blind(folded) Justice*
*minutes before the doors are to open, her fingers are guided around the gleaming scales and sword, and she has to stamp out the urge to giggle or kick her feet* *is solemn and serene and... and just, dammit* |
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[Feb. 13th, 2011|01:45 pm] |
*has been settling back well enough into his daily life in Gondolin, helped enormously by Ecthelion (of course) and preparing for the springtime tourism campaign* *still, can't deny that he was very shaken by the mission in Delving, not to mention the encounter with Qualmë*
*decides (rather reasonably) to bring forward his next appointment with Dr Murphy* *rearranges part of his morning and hands off Marigold to Becky before he walks down to the rehab clinic*
*stops to get a takeaway coffee (a tiny bit of milk, one sugar - just can't kick that habit) and arrives a couple of minutes early* |
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[Jan. 30th, 2011|01:04 pm] |
*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. 30th, 2011|12:09 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | &duilin&egalmoth, &ecthelion&egalmoth, &ecthelion&elemmakil, &ecthelion&glorfindel, &glorfindel&qualme, @menegroth, @menegroth:palace, beleg, duilin, ecthelion, egalmoth, elemmakil, gandalf, glorfindel, melian, qualme | ] |
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*after a hurried conference with the king and queen, and even more hurried efforts to muster a task force made up of a number of Gondolin's best soldiers, travels to dark Menegroth to personally verify some of this crazy shit aid the marchwardens in their fight*
*coordinates with Beleg over the phone on the train and, once in the city, outlines a basic plan of attack with the other lords of Gondolin and their women and men, strictly emphasizing periodic check-ins and cooperation with the local authorities*
We're here at Lady Melian's request, people. I expect everyone to behave like any good guest despite Doriath's history of insane foreign policy, understood? *looking at each person in turn, his eyes lingering on Glorfindel for just a moment (it's dark/are you going to be okay?)* Any questions? |
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[Jan. 8th, 2011|03:23 pm] |
*arrives into Gondolin very quietly and spends a few days getting himself and his cat settled* *emails and calls the university, as well, and breathes a sigh of relief when it's clear that he'll be able to re-do his last semester without any hangups (aside from cost, of course)*
*as soon as he has himself and his schooling sorted, immediately starts catching up on the city's recent goings-on, paying particular attention to anything related to "his" people (aside from Ecthelion's charity CD collaboration, there's nothing much in the news)* *is just glad he hasn't missed out on anything huge, at least*
*for lack of any clever plan (how do you fix a tree after it's been run through a woodchipper?), decides it's time to step out on one of the strongest limbs* *calls round to the Flower in the late morning and, surprisingly (to him), is directed to wait in Glorfindel's office (he's just stepped out for a bit with Marigold, but he should be back soonish)*
*perches on the edge of the couch and fidgets, waiting* *five minutes pass, and the perch relaxes to a slouch* *ten minutes pass, and he leans his cheek on his knuckles, nerves giving way to drowsiness (it's the sunshine streaming in through the windows, the lulling scent of books and carpet and familiarity)*
*closes his eyes, thinking to keep an ear out (I'll hear them coming a mile off)* *fifteen minutes past, and he's slumped against the arm of the couch in a warm, cozy doze* |
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[Dec. 18th, 2010|10:24 pm] |
*walks over to the Harp for a scheduled meeting with Salgant regarding his mysterious charity proposition (about which he has uncovered no further details, despite two additional phone calls and a winning and persuasive Esther)*
*can hear Salgant talking behind his closed door (on the phone?) when he reaches the outer office but is promptly told to go on in anyway*
*lightly, as he opens Salgant's office door (perhaps if he goes into this with a joking attitude, the conversation won't degenerate into petty insults, yay, optimism)* I hope you realize how much you've hyped this song business by not telling me about it over— *stops short when he sees Salgant's companion, instantly tongue-tied* Ah. Hello?. |
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[Dec. 6th, 2010|01:39 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | &ecthelion&glorfindel, &gandalf&glorfindel, &gandalf&marende, @buckleburgh, barry, carol, ecthelion, freddy, gandalf, glorfindel, marende, merry, molly | ] |
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*has traveled to Dorthonion for a long-ish weekend to attend the big winter festival there, at Ashley's recommendation*
*wakes up bright and early one morning to go and have a bit of a wander in Buckleburgh (though really, they could have picked from any number of towns to stay in—Ashley wasn't kidding about the scope of local involvement) while Glorfindel sleeps in at the tiny B&B*
*wraps up warm, complete with scarf, hat, and sunglasses (partly to protect from the elements; partly to avoid being recognized outside of Gondolin, as has become a vaguely disturbing trend), and walks down to where an ice-sculpture contest is already in full swing*
*spends some time awed by some of the sculptors at work (drips and streams may haunt his dreams but ice...)* *gets so wrapped up in trying to work out how that fish isn't going to collapse once the support struts are removed that he entirely forgets which direction the B&B is*
*takes a map of the area out of his back pocket (not a very good or detailed map, unfortunately) and stares at it for a while in bewilderment (and this isn't a big town)* Hrm. Oh, wait, no...that way's north. I think? |
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[Nov. 10th, 2010|05:42 pm] |
*hadn't thought to visit Gondolin next, but after seeing Elrond and Erestor, decides he'd better drop in on that corner* *and it's not as though he has an itinerary to rearrange, anyhow*
*leaves Menegroth and makes his way north, arriving into the city early one bright, chilly afternoon* *shrugs into his grey woolen coat and scarf (an afterthought, of course) and sets off to find Glorfindel*
*is amused when, after only an hour of wandering the streets and asking some helpful passers-by, he's directed to the rather pleasant Telerin café where the Lords of the Flower and the Fountain are supposedly lunching together* *steps in unobtrusively at first, so as not to interrupt right off the bat* |
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[Sep. 19th, 2010|05:09 pm] |
*is getting her son dressed one morning when she realizes that, once again, her adorable little weedling is on the verge of outgrowing his clothes!* *do all babies toddlers grow this quickly??* *checks her schedule and decides to take him out for a shopping day, figuring she'll pick up some things for herself and Turgon while she's at it*
*makes good progress during the morning and stops off at a deli with an outdoor seating area for lunch (might as well, since it's still nice enough out)* *sets Alexander up with juice, grapes, and half a sandwich, keeping half an eye on him while she people-watches* |
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[Sep. 8th, 2010|02:22 pm] |
*checks out of the office a little early one afternoon, taking a pile of work with him and heading over to the Flower (it'll be a Flowery sort of night)*
*lets himself into Glorfindel's apartment and, after a bit of tinkering and hyperventilating here and there, gathers his files and papers and laptop and climbs, fully clothed, into Glorfindel's gigantic (bone-dry) bathtub*
*opens up his laptop and starts by alphabetizing everything on his hard drive (the better to not-think about yawning basins that may or may not fill up with water at any moment)* |
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[Sep. 1st, 2010|07:14 pm] |
*loiters on a bench at the train station with Carol and Jackie Lee, waiting to see the latter off to Delving*
*can't think of a single cheering thing to say, when the reality is that he probably won't see his lover again for some time* *keeps silent but vigilant contact instead, stroking the nape of Jackie 's neck and occasionally trading comments with Carol* |
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[Aug. 24th, 2010|07:53 pm] |
*remains oblivious to all of the activity around him, from tubes and needles to visitors and mainstays, and even the presence of two Valar isn't enough to shake him from his chemically-induced sleep*
*drags his eyes open a few times in the middle of the (second) night and mumbles a few nonsensical words on the morning of the third day* *tumbles into dark dreams after each glimmer of consciousness, but is ushered clear in short order (shh, sleep easy)*
*blinks and inhales deeply sometime in the late afternoon, not quite aware he's awake until he hears movement somewhere to his left* *tries to turn his head, instinctively seeking the source (hello?)* |
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[Aug. 17th, 2010|11:37 pm] |
*returns from errands to receive the latest news about the Children*
*can't help but be concerned especially what with all those two boys have been dealing with, never mind the other ones*
*accompanies Irmo to Gondolin so he can listen out on his best receiver iPod* *follows his trail to the GMH*
*while Irmo sits in the main waiting room to keep listening, uses her OU faculty credentials to ask around about Erestor's treatment (all holistic remedies can be attempted you know? even in dire cases you'd just be amazed...)*
*stops outside his room to assess the situation and see how his visitors are doing* |
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[Aug. 10th, 2010|01:10 am] |
*is having a pretty average early-morning start at the office, all told—the usual onslaught of snail mail, email, interoffice mail, and memos from every corner of the House—when one particular email near the bottom of the screen catches her eye* *blinks in surprise, instantly recognizing her brother's address (and it takes her a moment to remember that she gave him one of her business cards last time she was up, just for a laugh)*
*pops the message open and skims it* *something about an article in the Brighton paper that she'll want to read, like, now?* *goes ahead and clicks the article link, curious as to what could be so interesting that Freddy's emailing it to her at work*
*takes in the headline (oh, a break-in or something) before moving down to the main text* *...* *hits "Print" about three paragraphs in, all color draining from her face (despite everything), because there are words like shotgun and injuries, and the picture's caption reads Doc Brandt and Carol Taberer wait for news from inside the house, and the dark smears on the old lady's shirt look frighteningly like blood*
*grabs the article off the printer and hurries over to Ecthelion's office, knocking sharply as she practically bursts through the door* |
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[Aug. 4th, 2010|09:40 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | &ecthelion&estella, &ecthelion&glorfindel, &ecthelion&salgant, &estella&salgant, &glorfindel&salgant, @gondolin:flower, @gondolin:fountain, @gondolin:harp, ecthelion, eru, estella, glorfindel, lucas, salgant, yangchen | ] |
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*awakens very sluggishly, though it really only has been about five minutes*
*doesn't need the sharpest edges of his wits to understand immediately that something's very wrong, however*
Okay. This isn't my office. I dozed off in my office, and now I'm in... *looks around more carefully* ...Salgant's office? Why am I in Salgant's office?
*spots a telephone on the desk and picks up the handset, pressing a speed-dial button at random without the first clue as to what he means to say, or to whom* *hears the staffer on the other end answer with a wary-sounding Lord Salgant?* No, this is... *freezes at the sound of his own voice* *annnd then he looks at the hand holding the phone* Oh god. |
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[Jul. 25th, 2010|08:49 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | &arwen&elladan, &egalmoth&elemmakil, &egalmoth&glorfindel, &elrond&glorfindel, @gondolin:flower, arwen, celebrian, egalmoth, elemmakil, elladan, elrond, glorfindel | ] |
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*has really enjoyed having Elrond, Celebrían and family to stay and makes every attempt to persuade Elrond that there are enough crazies in Gondolin to make it worth his while moving her (Eru, there are enough crazies in the House of the Golden Flower for that matter)*
*in spite of the failure to keep them here for ever, decides to have a barbeque towards the end of their stay, which will obviously not be on a level with the Fountain barbeque, which is coming up soon* *after some brief dithering, decides to invite Elemmakil and Egalmoth even though he's pretty certain that Elemmakil isn't talking to either him or Ecthelion as yet*
*is, of course, not doing any of the barbequing himself (these people didn't sign up for food poisoning, after all!) and contents himself with making sure that the drinks are in order as he waits for the others to join him out in the garden of the Flower*
*does wish that Erestor was (a) in the vicinity and (b) not on the outs with most of Gondolin because his absence is all the more obvious in such familiar company* |
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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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[Jul. 18th, 2010|06:00 pm] |
*has really enjoyed having Elrond and his family to stay in Gondolin because it's like the best of both worlds: his home, his husband and his best friends all in one place* *really, is just missing Gil-galad but that would put paid to the lovely peace and quiet*
*on a particularly sunny afternoon, goes for a walk with Celebrían and Marigold before stopping at a café with them both* *smiles broadly as the waitress greets Marigold like an old friend*
*takes a seat in a nicely shaded part of the outdoor seating area and slips on his sunglasses* *having ordered iced tea (and a bowl of water for Marigold), grins at his companion* So, how have you found our city? |
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