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[Dec. 6th, 2010|11:48 pm] |
*Knows that pulling a gun in a crowd isn't quite on par with his family's past antics but is still sufficiently worried by it and its potential fall-out.*
*Proceeds in the only way he deems sensible given the severity of the situation.*
*Dials a phone number and paces back and forth across his living room as it rings, before cursing when it goes to answering machine.*
Nerdanel? If you're there, pick up. Seriously, pick up. *waits* Dammit woman, pick up! Look, I know things haven't been great between us lately but I don't know if you've heard, maybe you have heard, but Celegorm decided it would be a brilliant idea to threaten to shoot Doriath's royal family, in public. At a football match, no less. Okay, the boys haven't got together yet, they haven't burned anything down, they haven't invaded anywhere but you know how these things can escalate so please, for the love of kittens, pick up. |
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[Nov. 2nd, 2010|09:57 pm] |
*after literally weeks of searching, found the perfect house in Ossiriand, right on the outskirts of town: it is virtually a manor house (though tiny in comparison to Turco's residence) with a huge amount of land and stables out the back*
*on the day of moving in, invites family - ie: Nerdanel, Anairë and Curvo - to come over and help her and Lily with decorating choices*
*stands at the back door, looking out over the vast back lawn towards the stables and wonders whether it would be remotely feasible to have Lily's horses brought over to here* *while Turco might be indifferent to her whereabouts and that of their daughter, isn't quite so sure he'd be indifferent as to the fate of horses* |
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[Dec. 12th, 2009|01:56 pm] |
*hears through the grapevine that her third basket case of a son is on the outs with his cousin (again), and that her teenaged granddaughter has left home* *tries to quell the maternal certainty that Ninquelótë is lying dead in a ditch somewhere and decides to pay her a little visit instead (perhaps to subtly look her over for mortal wounds)*
*stops off at a bakery in town to pick up a box of assorted cookies (why bother learning to bake when so many other people do such a nice job of it?) and makes her way over to Curufin's hotel* |
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[May. 26th, 2009|01:57 pm] |
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*upon hearing of the birth of his newest nephew, bestirs himself to leave Hithlum and appropriates Fingon's private jet (the only way to ensure that he does not get extradited - AKA shot down - over enemy airspace)*
*arrives in Ossiriand and goes to visit his mother and youngest siblings before tracking down Maglor and seeing the newest edition to the family* |
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[May. 19th, 2009|07:51 pm] |
*several hours later, is still at Ossíriand University Hospital*
*only with the added denomination of "father" to his credit*
*lets Erendis (finally) (try to) sleep some*
*calls his mother to give her the news she can stop hovering in the wings finally come down* |
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[Feb. 28th, 2009|09:16 am] |
*has had a few weeks to herself, with Maglor having returned to his own home to finish working out his album*
*feeling more settled into her own routine (and having grown somewhat accustomed to company, she has to admit), considers his offer of his mother's help*
*invites Nerdanel over for a visit, offering nursery(?)(!) plans as the theme of the day* |
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[Dec. 8th, 2008|03:01 pm] |
*makes it home through some form of transportation to his mother's house, a round of pool and many drinks later*
*awakes to find himself on the couch some time the next morning*
*makes a mental note to thank Maedhros for getting him back in one piece assuming he lasts the morning at Turco's in one piece*
*weighs the odds of coffee and aspirin vs. remaining motionless in a dark corner for quite some time* |
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[Nov. 22nd, 2008|11:11 am] |
*tears herself away from her sort-of daughter-in-law and the new grandbaby(!!) in order to take a taxi out to her third son's house (the precise meaning of the word "son" being limited and conditional, she thinks she might add)*
*does not wait for a formal reception but strides purposefully through the house as soon as she's let inside*
*calling* Tyelcormo-you-stop-your-sulking-and-show-yourself-this-minute-or-I-will-give-you-something-to-sulk-about! |
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[Nov. 20th, 2008|09:39 pm] |
*is in her private room, recovering rather nicely from a relatively uncomplicated Caesarean section*
*wishes it to be on every medical record that she did not have a Caesarean section because she is too posh to push [Maeglin was breach and Eöl was the midwife] but because her newborn daughter had the lack of grace to turn during the week and was also breach, not to mention the vaguest hint of foetal distress, necessitating a short course of steroids and a somewhat premature delivery*
*might be a little tired and also has a rather ugly scar across her lower abdomen but none of this can detract from the fact that she is the mother of the most beautiful baby girl Órë has ever seen* |
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[Oct. 24th, 2008|12:11 pm] |
*meanders back to her hotel after stopping to pick up a bottle of wine or three*
*calls to invite Nerdanel for a drink in*
*mentally practices ways to say "you know your ex-husband is seeing my ex-daughter-in-law?"* *no, that's impossible to make it sound better than that* |
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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. 29th, 2008|07:44 pm] |
*having seen Erendis settled, takes care of some things at home the next which he's hardly left, and makes plans to see her for dinner that evening*
*thinks even if she's over-worried about things, better safe than sorry*
*decides to suck it up and call his mother to whine check in* |
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[Sep. 22nd, 2008|09:30 am] |
*having invited her brother- and sister-in-law over for lunch, in anticipation of not seeing them much in the foreseeable future, goes about setting the table on the back porch and making a pitcher of lemonade*
*don't worry; the lemonade is the extent of her cooking* |
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[Sep. 8th, 2008|09:20 am] |
*will not be deterred!*
*okay, was a little deterred, because when he says 'no' it's really hard not to listen* *but there are some things more important than obedience. so there.*
*does wonder if maybe the 'divide and conquer' strategy wasn't the best idea, but can't think of any better idea to shove them together just yet*
*wanders around the hotel room, looking calculatedly forlorn* |
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[Aug. 26th, 2008|12:55 pm] |
*spends the morning attempting to finish the syllabus for his undergraduate classes*
*finally gives up and throws the books against the wall, one by one*
Too basic, but they'll never understand it anyway. *bang* The author doesn't even know what he's talking about. *bang* I don't even know what the author's talking about. *bang*
*looks over to the 'computer' on his desk and shakes his head* *takes out a notebook and begins writing, intent on making his own superior textbook*
*stops an hour later when he realizes his intellect is far beyond the common student*
*picks up the phone and dials* Save me from my job before I murder again. |
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[Aug. 19th, 2008|08:46 am] |
*hears from Egalmoth that her husb... Ñolo's likely left the city and so hasn't found much news*
*decides she's made the best of her stay though*
*packs and makes herself ready to finally stop trespassing on Turgon's patience go down and take up Nerdanel's invitation*
*arrives by train and takes a taxi to Celegorm's address* |
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[Aug. 11th, 2008|06:59 pm] |
*has settled in relatively well in Ossiriand (yet again), rather more secure than she has been for a while* (*having Celegorm in close proximity, even if it is for a blazing row, is far more comforting than being that far away from him*)
*decides to go for a walk towards the town, while the weather is still warm*
*considers buying some sort of treat for Celegorm for not mentioning her pregnancy in her hearing for a full 20 hours* |
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[Jul. 27th, 2008|08:49 am] |
*survives the unexpected experience of dinner with his relatives*
*feels a little weird having borrowed his father's sport coat*
*looks around the house a little before... whatever happens next?, a blank mixture of resistance and curiosity* |
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[Jul. 21st, 2008|09:58 am] |
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*settles in with the twins in their hotel rooms before making their way over to Celegorm's house for their nice, cozy family dinner*
*and ohhh will there be Mandos to pay if any of the family are absent/unmannerly/homicidal* |
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[Jul. 6th, 2008|11:39 am] |
*makes a swift trip home from Ossiriand on a private flight*
*is greeted with a fantastic headline about the whole thing in the Arts section* *that'll look extra swell when he has to postpone the last show because how can he face his public with this face?* :\
*is unconscionably glad to be more permanently reunited with his home again*
*types a message to Maedhros (where is he anyway?):* Curvo's a little more insane than usual at the minute. I'd recommend staying away.
*tells his publicist to hold all messages and retreats to brood* |
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