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[Aug. 19th, 2008|09:27 pm]
vendore
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[Mood | mischievous]

*has spent a good deal of time over the past months thinking on some things*

*has stayed away, far away, from the gentleman (if he can be called that) in question so as not to do anything rash like last time*

*has finally come to a decision on the matter, though, and heads to the Isle of Balar with all due haste*
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[May. 9th, 2008|04:36 pm]
ex_caranthir747
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*two days before Aredhel's wedding, having ascertained that his first degree relatives have left Vinyamar for Hithlum, makes his way to a certain neighbourhood*

*orders Maedhros to stay in the car and makes his way up to a particular house*

*is wearing overalls and a baseball cap emblazoned with StormTech, pulled low down over his eyes*

*is also carrying a toolbox*

*knocks on the door*
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[Apr. 4th, 2008|09:27 pm]

telerinking
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[Mood | working]

*sits in his den, sucking on a cigar and going over the city layout with his boys* *his boys!!*

Now, it's a shame we had to close down in Delving, but that's just for now. Once things are up and running here and the Fëanorians are dead we're sending Canatyë and Tatyë back in to pick up where we left off.

Oh Eru's balls, boys, don't look like that. It's not exile; it's business. Look, you can take Nelyë with you if you think it'll help. Money's the key, though. Wherever we pull in the most cash, that's where you're going.

Minyë, stop fondling that damn cigar like it's a dick. You a fag or something? Do it again and you'll never smoke a Tol Eressëan again. YES, I fucking mean it. Now fill me the fuck up. *hands his drink over to his eldest*

*looks at the plans for a moment longer before raising his head*

Was that the doorbell?
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[Mar. 29th, 2008|08:41 pm]

feanoriantwins
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[Mood | pensive]

*has been a little on edge since her brothers started asking questions about Eäron*

*but now that her mother is back in town and asking all those "What have you been up to" questions with that knowing look in her eyes (hates that look), is really starting to worry*

*waits until later than usual before deciding to sneak out and visit her gentleman friend* *he's such a gentleman!!*

*rehearses her lines over and over in her head, intent on having a Responsible Adult Conversation* (*is a responsible adult, SEE???*)
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[Jan. 9th, 2008|06:43 pm]
earwende
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[Mood | calm]

*has entered a state of absolute zen, in complete contrast to her husband-to-be* *yay, husband-to-be!*

*sits patiently as her hair and make-up are perfected*

*looks at the wedding programme in her hands:*

~-~The Marriage Of~-~
Eärwen Olwiel to Arafinwë Finwion

5.00pm: Arrival of Wedding Guests
5.30pm: Cocktail Reception (Ballroom)
6.30pm: Exchange of Vows (Balcony)
7.00pm: Champagne Reception (Ballroom)
8.00pm: Dinner (Ballroom)


*looks at her reflection and smiles, biting her lip, hoping that Arafinwë will like the tiny flowers in her hair and the very demure, simple dress and veil*

*takes a deep breath as 5.30pm approaches*

*makes her way out and down the sweeping staircase to the front hall* *has her arrival announced at the entrance to the ballroom*
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[Jan. 7th, 2008|01:34 pm]

telerinking
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[Mood | evil]

*decides to put some work into his little project before he loses interest*

*sends a note to Amras*

Would love to see you again. Dinner at 7, The Beached Whale.
Hope to see you there.
-Eäron


*gets dressed and arrives early to make sure no one who knows him is there*
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[Dec. 12th, 2007|04:00 pm]

telerinking
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[Once Olwë heard about Finarfin taking over Vinyamar, he headed straight for the coast to set up shop there and mooch off the son-in-law. He was tired of caves, anyway, and Elwë is only fun to wind up when he's not surrounded by sixty million guards. Luckily, the move took him out of harms way during the pseudowar. Ever since, he's just been lounging on the beach, checking out the local ladies scenery, and generally relaxing.]

*takes a post-siesta stroll down by the beach*

*stops in at the seaside cafe and takes a seat outside, near the shore*

*pretends to be reading the paper, occasionally looking over the edge at the vacationers*

*thanks Eru for the latest bikini fashions*
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