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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. 12th, 2011|02:14 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | &erestor&merry, &estella&salgant, &gandalf&marende, &vendore&yere, @doriath:vendore's, @gondolin:erestor's, erestor, estella, gandalf, marende, merry, salgant, vendore, yere | ] |
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*on the run-up to her holiday, is a blur of activity, sprinkling a little love and tenderness into as many little hearts as possible before the big day!*
*spends some time dreaming up the perfect gifts for the family, as it were: a bottle of wine for Manwë, along with an embossed note reminding him to get the red and white camellias for Varda; a similar bottle and note for Aulë (but she suggests a home for orphaned bunnies instead of flowers); for Irmo and Estë, warm fuzzy slippers and tea-candies galore; a dozen rabbit hearts hence the bunny home for Oromë, poor thing, and she doesn't know how or what to send to Vána but maybe next year hopefully?* *never has any clue what to get for Námo and Nienna, so that'll be a gift card* *annnnd for Yérë, she has chocolate, daffodils, and a nice friendly card with the words BEHAVE YOURSELF printed inside*
*also arranges for special deliveries of candy hearts to those most deserving of their saccharine messages (i.e., those who will hate them the most)* *hmph!* |
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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. 1st, 2010|04:44 pm] |
*wanders over to the Fountain one afternoon, without an appointment and on the very thin pretense that he has a music-y piece of business to discuss with Ecthelion*
*and it's not that he doesn't have a hilarious music-y piece of business to discuss with Ecthelion, it's just, you know, he needs an excuse and he's too annoyed with his staff for forgetting his birthday to be around them right now without throwing a fit*
*flips off Pete at the front desk before making his way down to Esther's open door and peering inside*
I get that "holiday cheer" likely translates to "overtime" with you lot, but you could at least cut a window in the damn wall. |
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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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[Aug. 4th, 2010|11:52 am] |
*makes his way over to Edible Complex on his lunch break, having demanded a meeting with Ecthelion to "discuss" Ecthelion's latest fuck-ups in re allocation of shared funding*
*also has a few choice words in mind regarding the fact that he was forced to abandon his lunch plans (crispy fried chicken and buttery mashed potatoes and succulent gravy, oh my) in favor of coming to this stupid café*
*does not have any intention of bringing up his latest independent research project (but then it's not like he's learned anything interesting thus far)* |
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[Jul. 19th, 2010|09:16 pm] |
*because Gondolin is the place to be for Noldor this season, makes plans to travel there* *has plenty of business to see to in the city and has every intention of using Curufin as an alibi, even if Curvo isn't aware of this plan as yet*
*goes straight from the station to his first port of call*
*softly, softly to the woman at the front desk* No. I don't think you understand. I don't need an appointment. I'm here to see your Lord, right now. So why don't you pick up that phone and tell him that I'm here, yes, that's right. Carnistir's the name. |
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[Jun. 7th, 2010|11:10 am] |
| [ | Tags | | | &celeborn&elmo, &celeborn&galadriel, &celeborn&nimloth, &elmo&nimloth, &finarfin&galadriel, @gondolin, celeborn, elmo, finarfin, galadriel, nimloth, salgant | ] |
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*has spent a reasonably pleasant few weeks in Gondolin, exploring the city and spending more time with her mother, who seems considerably less stressed-out in her brother's city* *doesn't talk much to her mother about Domíran, however, and wonders from time to time whether her mother has divined just how...close they've become (can you tell just by looking at someone?)*
*now that the novelty of an unfamiliar city has worn off, however, is feeling increasingly bored and dejected, and missing her boyfriend more and more, afraid of calling or emailing him too often in case her father should hear of it and decide to make her life (more) miserable*
*stops into a coffee shop on her way home from dance class one afternoon, planning to do her homework there in an attempt to avoid her cousin, who keeps wanting to spend "girl time" with her (shudder)* |
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[May. 10th, 2010|10:48 pm] |
*is rather amused by the kerfuffle of a few weeks ago and is even more amused at how stressed his uncle subsequently becomes* *can't help but notice how Fingon looks even greyer and more wound up whenever they are in the same room*
*thinks that enough time has passed for him to put another part of his plan into operation*
*arranges (via satellite phone, of course) for a particular package to be intercepted, its contents removed and replaced with a simple mobile phone*
*waits for confirmation of receipt of said package before he dials the number* *reclines on his bed, adjusting his bluetooth headset for comfort as he reaches for a glass of lemonade* |
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[Feb. 4th, 2010|11:44 pm] |
*has had a shitty week so far, to be honest*
*beginning with Sunday, in which she finally remembered her dream-husband and realized he was still her dream husband—but oh yes, he's thoroughly taken now* *by another guy, no less* *and the other guy is her friend and her boss* *yeah*
*continuing with Monday, in which she basically hid in her office all day and tried not to cry (again), and hoped like hell Erestor wouldn't decide to drop in on her anytime soon*
*continuing with Tuesday, in which her mother called to check in (apparently Freddy was worried over the whole Esther-crying thing, worried enough to mention it when he spoke to their mom the day before)* *which is kind of cute of him, but dammit, she doesn't want to talk to her mother about her (lack of a) love life*
*continuing with today, in which she's gotten another ad reply (a poetic yes to meeting at Edible Complex, six o'clock tonight), but instead of fluttering over to Ecthelion's office for more squealing squealing, she just kind of wants to... cry some more* (*her mystery man might be a prince in disguise, but he isn't her sweet, sunny, brilliant Merry, and no one ever will be*) |
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[Jan. 9th, 2010|10:08 pm] |
*has spent the last several days scrambling to put things back into some sort of order at the Harp, after his second-in-command randomly quit, WTF?* *could extract no better explanation from Yates than that he "intended to pursue other opportunities"*
*takes a short break from the craziness of combing through job applications (all of which have been carefully screened by Special Ops, unbeknownst to him) to kick his feet up on his desk and peruse the paper, giving special attention to the classifieds (the R series hasn't served him as well as he'd hoped, and really, they don't make 'em like they used to, anyway)*
*drops his feet to the floor in a hurry when his eyes alight on the personals (he reads them to laugh, shut the fuck up), one ad in particular*
...seeking one Masked Mystery Man claiming double-sided fax capabilities...
*reads through the rest of the little blurb, then the whole thing once more, unbelieving (but no, there's her name and c/o House of the Fountain (*spit*))*
*only spares a moment for the question of whether she's seen his handwriting before (most likely only his signature, and there's no way that's going on the reply)* *without any further thought, finds a clean sheet of paper and a bold black pen (Eru, a pen) and scrawls a reply as fast as his hand will move*
It seems even a woman who chooses to be single can enjoy the occasional cinnamon cookie. But two? I'm no less a coward. Are you still brave enough for both of us? Will you laugh at 'hello' doctrine to face dragons tall?
*makes himself stop then, think a moment* *adds a final, simple line (I want to see you again.) before sealing the note in an envelope and printing your name in neat block letters on the front* *does not chuck this into his outbox, oh no—will drop it in the mailbox on the corner, on his way out for lunch* *returns to the business of the day (only now he's whistling while he works)* |
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[Dec. 13th, 2009|11:38 pm] |
*having been the recipient of the glad tidings of Maeglin's whereabouts (ie: Not Gondolin), resists the urge to phone Ecthelion, partly to prove to himself that he can function without Ecthelion and partly because Ecthelion seems intent on totally ignoring Glorfindel's Post-It proposals and he's just not in the mood to argue about that right before his next errand*
*texts Ecthelion instead, to let him know what's going on (Maeglin confirmed to be somewhere near the sea. Will be in Ossiriand next week, according to his mother) and hopes that Ecthelion will understand the significance*
*takes a deep breath and makes his way towards the House of the Harp, where he has made an appointment with the Lord of the House* *hopes he looks suitably imposing, dressed as he is in a suit and open-collared shirt, lest he encounter that little shit of a second, Yates* |
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[Oct. 31st, 2009|10:48 am] |
| [ | Tags | | | &ecthelion&elemmakil, &ecthelion&erestor, &ecthelion&glorfindel, &ecthelion&salgant, &elemmakil&erestor, &elemmakil&glorfindel, &erestor&glorfindel, @gondolin, @gondolin:flower, ecthelion, elemmakil, erestor, glorfindel, salgant | ] |
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*has settled into a fairly comfortable routine of working (on a normal schedule) and then going home to the Flower alone (i.e. without bringing work with him)* *is not blind to the way everyone at the Fountain relaxes and perks up when he is himself in good form*
*(did notice Erestor leaving early the other day, and failing to return, but just assumed he missed something—it's not like he hovers over his Second's desk to see what minutiae he's working on at all times)*
*on Halloween morning, wakes early and leaves a note on his pillow for Glorfindel* Had to run an errand. Back soon. xx E
*finishes getting dressed and leaves to run said errand, taking no time at all (it's just a formality at this point)*
*turns back toward home, though this leg of the walk takes considerably longer because his companion is mostly dictating the pace and she is quite distractible* |
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[Oct. 12th, 2009|06:19 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | &argon&ecthelion, &argon&gil-galad, &beleg&turin, &earendil&idril, &ecthelion&gil-galad, &ecthelion&glorfindel, &gil-galad&glorfindel, &idril&tuor, @sirion, argon, beleg, duilin, earendil, ecthelion, gil-galad, glorfindel, idril, nimloth, salgant, tuor, turin | ] |
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*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] |
| [ | Tags | | | &aredhel&idril, &aredhel&nimloth, &argon&gil-galad, &beleg&turin, &duilin&glorfindel, &earendil&ecthelion, &earendil&tuor, &ecthelion&glorfindel, &ecthelion&tuor, &glorfindel&salgant, @sirion, aredhel, argon, beleg, celebrian, duilin, earendil, ecthelion, elrond, gil-galad, glorfindel, idril, nimloth, salgant, tuor, turin | ] |
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*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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[Aug. 11th, 2009|11:48 am] |
| [ | Tags | | | &ecthelion&glorfindel, &ecthelion&meleth, &erestor&estella, &estella&salgant, &glorfindel&idril, &idril&maeglin, &idril&salgant, &maeglin&salgant, @gondolin:palace, ecthelion, erestor, estella, glorfindel, idril, lucas, maeglin, meleth, nimloth, salgant | ] |
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*on the evening of the ball, gets all dressed up in her bright yellow gown (it's poofy!) and her jeweled mask and goes downstairs to join the gathering throng*
*wanders among all the people (there are a lot of them throughout the palace, considering she's invited all the staff from all the Houses), oohing and ahhing at all the beautiful, colorful costumes and trying to guess who's who*
*thinks that tall and muscly one over there is probably Egalmoth, and oh, there's her aunt, surely, resplendent in white, and her little cousin (and she breathes a little sigh of relief because it seems Lómion must have gone back to Uncle Fingon's after all)*
*can't guess who most people are (even the really obvious ones), though she never forgets a name, but it's great fun to try!* *collects a glass of champagne and whirls and twirls around the ballroom, humming to herself and eagerly awaiting Tuor's arrival* |
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[Aug. 10th, 2009|03:44 pm] |
*has been in Gondolin for a number of days (a number of days after the time he was supposed to have left)* *has even phoned his mother from "Lindon" and is utterly certain that she believes him to be in his cousin's kingdom*
*has managed to stay pretty well in cognito while in the City (it's all in the walk and the eye contact) although he did have a little bit of fun earlier in the week*
*runs a few important errands, culminating in attending the House of the Harp for an appointment under an assumed name (Mr Ince Carey Sharpe) and under the pretext of arranging a Poetry Festival* |
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[Aug. 2nd, 2009|05:17 pm] |
*reports for work Monday morning (against her roommates' advice) and whisks through the front foyer and up to her office, hardly stopping to say hello to anyone along the way, keeping her head down (her hair over her face) and her hands busy in her bag (looking for something)*
*breathes a little once she's slipped through her door* *sits at her desk, takes out her compact and checks the mirror, grimacing at her reflection* *the heavier foundation's doing its job pretty well, but there isn't much she can do to hide the split in her lip or the cut at her hairline* *never mind the ugly bruise at her hip that's making it difficult to sit still for long*
*stashed the compact in her drawer for easy access and gets to work, already mentally rehearsing her story* *as an afterthought, drops a handful of paperclips on the floor (just in case she needs an excuse to temporarily hide under her desk)* |
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[Jul. 28th, 2009|05:49 pm] |
*on a day when his boyfriend's album is flying out of the shops, has an appointment to keep at the Harp*
*wends his way across town in the mid-morning and shows up at the House of the Harp with an uncharacteristally determined and business-like expression because, even though Ecthelion shows no further adverse effects after the incident involving the Fountain, he has not entirely forgotten (forgiven?) Salgant's role in the whole affair* |
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[Jul. 18th, 2009|09:02 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | &ecthelion&erestor, &ecthelion&estella, &ecthelion&glorfindel, &ecthelion&salgant, &elemmakil&erestor, &erestor&estella, &erestor&glorfindel, &estella&salgant, &glorfindel&salgant, @gondolin:fountain, danielle, ecthelion, elemmakil, erestor, estella, georgia, glorfindel, salgant | ] |
*it's a bright and sunny Saturday afternoon, and the place to be is the House of the Fountain's annual barbecue!*
*per her roommates' specific instructions (girlfriend, you are not working today, today we party), has dolled up a bit for the occasion* *figures if nothing else, she and Danielle and Georgia will make damned good armcandy for their unsuspecting date*
*as such, finds herself carefully stepping across the House's beautiful green lawns in strappy four-inchers, one arm curled around Erestor's and a fruity drink balanced in the other hand* *pleasantly, to their little party at large* I don't know about the rest of you, but there's a coney dog with my name on it. Bets on whether I can keep the sauce off my skirt this time? |
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