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[Jan. 18th, 2011|08:25 pm]

thingol
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[Mood | angry]

*has been keeping even busier than usual lately, what with the annoying task of having to oust all Noldor and Noldorin sympathizers from Doriath*

*and if that wasn't bad enough, has had to compensate for a number of his central staff inexplicably failing to show up for work this week, a number that has been steadily rising with each passing day*

*when the day comes that even Mardil himself is MIA, has the temp send word for Beleg to meet him in his office ASAP*
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[Dec. 29th, 2010|12:45 pm]

turin
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[Mood | pessimistic]

*comes home after a father-son outing in the park, rather more exhausted than Arandur (how do they do that?)*

*checks the messages on the machine and is shocked to find a request from Mardil asking that he come by for a meeting with the king at his earliest convenience*

*turns the kiddo right back around and heads outside again, much to Arandur's delight (no, seriously...how??)*

*walks over to the palace and up to Thingol's office (where he leaves his son in Mardil's care), holding out no real hope of Thingol being in a forgiving sort of mood* *has read the latest news, after all*
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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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[Nov. 29th, 2010|10:28 pm]
thuringwethil
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[Mood | predatory]

*has spent long, glorious months fulfilling her purpose (teach them to fear), and savoring more and more freedom as her Lady loosens her hold from afar (well done, little one)*

*is starting to feel the distinct itch of boredom, though; all of the dark alleys and dive-y bars are beginning to look alike, and there are only so many ways to frighten a mortal without damaging them* *so fucking boring*

*on a whim, creeps past the border of Ossiriand, all of her senses on high alert* *is even better with skulking in shadows than she was before, but still—her last experience in these parts taught her to be extra-cautious*

*drifts through the dark alleys and dive-y bars, finding them to be depressingly similar to those found in the other corners of the world* *finally decides to spice things up a little by heading somewhere a little less... dark and dive-y* *ooh, a college campus, should be plenty of self-absorbed young things in need of some (hee) education!*
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[Aug. 28th, 2010|02:41 pm]
queenmelian
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[Mood | pleased]

*knowing how Olórin is, decides she had better get him over for dinner as soon as possible*

*to that end, arranges for the cooks to make Thingol's favorite foods (the better to ensure he'll show) and tells him only that an old friend of hers is in town and has wanted to meet him* *will just leave it to Olórin to figure out how to introduce himself further than that*

*as afternoon gives way to evening, makes her way to the private dining patio set in her vast indoor garden, where dinner is to be served* *hums with her birds while she waits for her husband to arrive*
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[Aug. 3rd, 2010|10:29 pm]
luthientinuviel
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[Mood | chipper]

*has no idea what's been going on in the lives of her menfolk and, in truth, it's probably just as well that she has no idea that her father spent part of the day interrogating her son's Fëanorian girlfriend while her husband colluded with a Noldo to get said girlfriend released*

*instead, has spent the day shopping and it's been rather lovely and, really, isn't entirely looking forward to leaving Delving to return to Ossiriand, which will happen sooner rather than later*

*makes her way up to her father's office (as though he does not know she is coming; as though he did not have her every move tailed today) and waves at Mardil*

Do you think Daddy has any spare appointments today?
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[Jul. 25th, 2010|06:41 pm]
thingol
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[Mood | alert]

*doesn't understand exactly why Cúthalion has deemed it necessary for him to personally intimidate interrogate meet some nondescript prisoner, only that the marchwardens seem to think she might be some sort of security threat*

*does feel his interest perking up when they inform him that she names herself Nimloth, however* *can't tell whether he hopes more that this is the same little girl his brother mentioned, or some contrary, arrogant fool who thinks it wise to so mock one of the beloved of his kingdom*

*either way, fully plans on doing this thing properly, whether it's in the hope of jogging some memory or just scaring the crap out of a criminal*

*which is why he is, at this very moment, sitting on his throne in the cold, cavernous stone of his disused Great Hall, waiting to receive his..."guest"*
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[Jul. 22nd, 2010|09:00 am]

celeborn
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[Mood | stressed]

*having safely returned to Menegroth, splits up from his grandfather (who seems in a hurry to go and talk to Elu, anyway) on the pretense of seeing Lily back to "school"*

*was sweating bullets when they first entered the city and he thought Lily was going to have to show papers, but he kept his arm around her and acted perfectly normal and they walked right through (and of course nobody was going to stop him or his grandfather)*

*turns to Lily once they're out on the street (and at relatively low risk of being overheard)* Now listen. I'm gonna put you in a cab. Go straight to the hotel. Don't get in any trouble. Don't talk to anybody. And for fuck's sake, don't call Mír. I'll track him down and tell him where you are. This was such a bad idea. Got it, Lil? ...Lily?
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[Jun. 10th, 2010|09:20 am]

thingol
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[Mood | annoyed]

*is in his office, happily going about making the lives of everyone in Doriath more fearful efficient and productive, when Mardil buzzes to tell him his noon appointment is here (the same noon appointment who's been buzzing around his head every week for the past way-too-long)*

*oh, but this time, he's prepared* Send in the good doctor!
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[Mar. 27th, 2010|11:28 pm]

thingol
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[Mood | creative]

*in light of his great-niece's recent development as a criminal less-than-mastermind, summons her to his office once more on a slow afternoon*

*has a chance to think while he waits for her to appear, and in doing so decides to summon his great-nephew as well* *sort of hates to do this to the boy, honestly, but he's an easygoing kid—he'll bounce back*
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[Feb. 1st, 2010|10:47 am]

celeborn
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[Mood | excited]

*runs around the palace packing for an upcoming trip with his grandfather (the bigass-est perk of his grandpa's job, for sure)*

*(well, mostly packs in his room but runs around the palace anyway, purely because it's preferable to bouncing off the walls)*

*tears into his great-uncle's office around lunchtime (much to Mardil's chagrin)* Uncle Elw...u! *(does try to remember, honestly!)* We're leaving in two hours! Are you sure you don't want a souvenir?
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[Apr. 30th, 2009|06:20 pm]
eluchil
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[Mood | excited]

*is in Delving for the first time in... forever 'n ever! (or a lot of months, anyway)*

*has brought along his special plastic tuh-rair-ee-uhm, which is currently home to two crickets and a shiny green beetle* *carries it very carefully in both hands, just like his dad showed him, and tries to walk slowly even though he's so excited to be visiting his granddad and grandma*

*hopes his granddad is impressed by his bug home, because it took him a long, long time to decide what kinds of plants and things to put in it—there's even a little plastic cave with "Delving" written on it in magic marker!*
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[Oct. 11th, 2008|08:52 pm]

queenmelly
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[Mood | worried]

*sits quietly in front of the fire, enjoying a peaceful evening with a book*

*suddenly feels a familiar sensation coming and closes her eyes in preparation* *spends a long moment with a far-away look on her face before shaking her head and opening her eyes*

*frowns, looking worried* That isn't good. Someone needs to fetch her.
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[Aug. 23rd, 2008|12:39 pm]
beleg
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[Mood | relieved]

*makes her way to the hospital, baby in her arms, having been called in when the child was discovered on the doorstep*

*as ordered, contacts Melian directly, figuring that she should be the first person to hear the good news (just as she was to be the first person to hear the bad news, if there was any)*

*goes to the paediatric emergency department so that one of the paediatricians can check Domíran over*
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[Aug. 22nd, 2008|01:48 pm]

thingol
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[Mood | drained]

*has been wearing himself (and just about all of Doriath) a leeettle thin during the frantic search for his grandson*

*is thus a leeettle annoyed when Mardil buzzes through to tell him that Elrond has come to see him and apparently won't leave until he does*

*takes off his jacket (which he's just put on intending to go out and physically join the search himself)*

*hits the "talk" button and barks* Well, hurry up!
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[Aug. 15th, 2008|12:00 pm]
luthiekins
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[Mood | tired]

*woke up in the middle of the night with a very tight pain in her lower back* *within hours was in the hospital, drugged up, and having a mostly okay time of it all*

*sits on her hospital bed now, still exhausted, baby in arms*
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[Aug. 14th, 2008|09:33 am]

thingol
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[Mood | moody]

*walks down to the MHC bright and early and promptly stops a passing nurse, demanding to see Elrond*

*is asked to have a seat in the waiting area on Elrond's floor while she informs Elrond he has a visitor*

*has heard of this "waiting" business. it's stupid.*
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[Jul. 29th, 2008|01:54 pm]
luthiekins
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[Mood | scared]

*has been utterly scared silly by all this "Ossiriand Ripper" business, and wonders if what she said to Bobbi Lee wasn't as ridiculous as she thought* *also wonders where Bobbi Lee's been lately and hopes the Ripper didn't get her!*

*has also been thinking on her Mom's suggestion, and decides maybe it is a good idea to have the baby at home* *misses her Daddy!*

*really rather impulsively packs some bags, leaves a note for Beren, and catches the next flight to Delving* *shows up in the Palace some time later looking like a small walrus*
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[Jun. 20th, 2008|11:02 pm]

thingol
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[Mood | weird]

*hardly knows what to do with himself these days, now that (a) there haven't been any major diplomatic incidents in months (nor minor incidents he could turn into major ones); (b) Melian's home and there's been a distinct lack of fighting around the house because his little girl's happy and glowing and GONE AWAY AGAIN, ERUDAMMIT*

*having heard that certain inmates at the City Jail have been exhibiting alarming batshit behavior of late, decides to drive down and pay a visit to his old(est) friend in order to mock and be mocked in return (hopefully)*
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[May. 22nd, 2008|07:31 pm]
nowe
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*gives Thingol a call early in the morning*

*lights up a cigar while the call connects, and puts up his feet on his desk, much to his assistant's chagrin*

...can't ever get hold of him! You'd think he'd have a special line dedicated just for my calls for instantaneous connectivity. How long have I known him? Longer than your ancestors have roamed this great land...
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