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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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| |  chipper | ] |
*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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[Sep. 21st, 2009|12:11 pm] |
*received word from Glorfindel (before he left Gondolin again) that he'd spoken to Tuor*
*has since been worrying herself silly wondering what Tuor said/thought/did when he found out, but he hasn't tried to contact her since, and that, at least, seems promising* *or she's pretty sure she'd have heard about it if Glorfindel was going around sporting any war wounds at the moment, anyway*
*finally decides she's got to be brave for the love of her life, even if it breaks her heart to see him again* *sends word for him to meet her at an appointed time, going to wait for him in her favorite place in the palace—her gardens* |
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[Sep. 19th, 2009|02:04 pm] |
*isn't really one for keeping up with tabloid gossip and certainly not when it alludes to a tempestuous relationship between his best man (never mind that the wedding's on hold for now) and one of his fiancée's closest friends* *cannot, however, ignore the fact that Glorfindel has returned to Gondolin and was immediately admitted to the Princess' presence* *would be jealous if not for the fact that Glorfindel is gay and, apparently, tempestuous?* *is a little jealous, all the same, of anyone Idril will talk to right now*
*after a few days have passed since Glorfindel's return to Gondolin, presents himself at the Flower without warning or introduction so much as a demand to see the Lord of the House right this instant* |
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[Aug. 15th, 2009|03:28 pm] |
*having been sent on a wild goose chase for much of the night of the ball, makes his way back to the Palace*
*had been told that there was a sighting of Maeglin at a bar and then in Place of the Gods and then at the train station and has, all in all, been running around here there and everywhere* *adding insult to injury, was informed by the costume shop that his costume had been misplaced*
*is, therefore, waiting by the doors of the ballroom, looking a little dishevelled in jeans and a t-shirt and trying to figure out how he can make it up to Idril* (*does so hate to disappoint her*) |
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[Aug. 3rd, 2009|11:08 pm] |
*Constructs an elaborate fleet of paper ships and sets them afloat in Ecthelion's fountain.*
*Takes a deep breath, huffs and puffs at the boats to create a miniature gale (idly wonders if it's blasphemous to play at pretending to be Manwë).*
*Pushes his hand through the water to simulate a wave (has a strong, unexplainable suspicion that Ulmo doesn't have a problem with blasphemy).* |
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[Mar. 31st, 2009|10:42 pm] |
*having been kept busy by his soon-to-be father-in-law (and yet still not a household in sight), emerges to attend a very serious meeting even if the other party doesn't realise that it's very serious*
*supposes that the bar down the road from the Fountain probably doesn't seem like a location for a very serious meeting but that's where you'd be wrong*
*sits up at the bar itself and orders a pint* |
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[Oct. 20th, 2008|10:40 am] |
*sits across from Turgon's desk, a stack of papers in front of him and a frown on his face*
*slides another of the papers forward and sighs when it meets resistance in the form of Turgon's head*
It's not that bad. *glances at the paper again and sighs* Okay, it is, but you still need to look at it. |
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[Oct. 5th, 2008|06:24 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | &duilin&ecthelion, &duilin&egalmoth, &ecthelion&egalmoth, &ecthelion&glorfindel, &ecthelion&rog, &ecthelion&salgant, &ecthelion&tuor, &rog&salgant, @gondolin:palace, duilin, ecthelion, egalmoth, glorfindel, rog, salgant, tuor, turgon | ] |
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*arrives at the palace and makes his way to the main conference room for the regular senior staff meeting*
*sees he is the first to arrive and so takes his appointed place at the table to get situated and wait for the others*
*carefully lays out his notes and wishes he wrote down what he wants to say so he could just recite it and not have to look at anyone's reactions while he says it* |
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[Aug. 27th, 2008|11:50 am] |
*sits (stands) (paces) in the primary waiting room of Gondolin Memorial while Erestor is rushed into emergency surgery (and that means he's still alive?)*
*sits (stands) (paces) outside the building as he goes through the motions of making and taking phone calls (Fountain and Hammer and Flower)*
*sits (stands) (paces) in the waiting room again and thinks about the monster (behind bars) and then about Glorfindel (being treated and "I'll go first")*
*eventually runs out of phone calls and orders and questions for which there immediate answers, and so sits, waiting for word that Erestor has died (and that means he was still alive) or hasn't died (breathes), thinking about the sheer senselessness of Erestor's plight when everything there is to break about Gondolin can be found nowhere in the Fountain but his own head* |
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[Aug. 27th, 2008|09:21 am] |
*leaves Ecthelion and Glorfindel to their justice or revenge or what have you* *(doesn't know which it is but it's not his concern)*
*materializes in Turgon's house in full state so that his staff will have no doubt that he is not someone to be trifled with when he says:*
I wish to speak with the king. Immediately. |
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[Aug. 25th, 2008|09:20 pm] |
*two hours and five minutes later, walks into his office carrying the Gondolin Gazette* *newspaper of choice in the Royal Household!*
*takes a seat behind his desk, opens the paper, and begins reading*
*well, skimming* |
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[Aug. 25th, 2008|12:32 am] |
| [ | Tags | | | &earendil&idril, &earendil&tuor, &finrod&idril, &finrod&turgon, &idril&tuor, &idril&turgon, @gondolin:palace, earendil, finrod, idril, tuor, turgon | ] |
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*can't decide if she's excited or worried for Idril's return to Gondolin, particularly after her unpleasant encounter with Elenwë*
*on one hand, Idril was actually starting to like her before... everything*
*on the other hand... everything*
*ends up in the foyer around the time they're due to return* *really wishes Pete would stop looking at her like she needs to be tackled and restrained* |
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[Aug. 23rd, 2008|09:42 am] |
*lays on the deck of the boat, sunning himself and napping and having a very peaceful time of it*
*looks over when his cell phone beeps and opens it to read the message*
FROM: Turgon - HOME NOW. >:(
*sighs and closes the phone and sets it aside*
*goes back to his half-drowsing until it beeps again a minute later*
FROM: Turgon - I MEAN IT. |
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[Aug. 12th, 2008|02:17 pm] |
*couldn't see the sea when they arrived in Sirion the night before*
*doesn't want to wait a minute longer, though, now that the day is here and there's more water to play in than you can find in a fountain*
*drags his parents out to the beach and stops and stares when he sees all that water that goes on and on forever*
*walks forward slowly* Wow. |
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[Aug. 10th, 2008|05:57 pm] |
*is slightly perturbed to awaken in a hospital bed again before he realises that it's not a hospital room, so much as a rather bland, boring single room with bland boring curtains and bland boring wallpaper and a bland boring nurse's aide staring at him*
*does not feel as hungover as he thought he might (having drunk himself into a stupor the previous day) before realising that it has something to do with the drips he's hooked up to providing him with hydration and all the vitamins he's been missing since he threw himself into alcoholism*
*then remembers the previous day (namely Gil-galad returning to the House of the Golden Flower and being horrified and bullying him into going to rehab and signing all the appropriate forms)*
*manages to get up (and detached from his drips) and showered* *goes out into the bland boring garden and waits to meet with the director of the rehab unit* |
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[Aug. 8th, 2008|12:03 am] |
*basically skulks around for a long time after utterly losing his shit in front of Idril and Eärendil* *really hates his temper sometimes except that it tends to be really handy other times*
*knows he needs to talk to Idril and try to explain himself, because she doesn't know him and she doesn't understand and how could she possibly understand* *figures he's pretty much screwed everything up, but needs to try at least for his son's sake*
*waits until Eärendil's finally asleep, or at least pretending to be (he's upset) before knocking on his wife's Idril's door* |
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[Aug. 4th, 2008|03:09 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | &earendil&ecthelion, &earendil&idril, &earendil&salgant, &earendil&tuor, &ecthelion&idril, &ecthelion&salgant, &ecthelion&tuor, &idril&salgant, &idril&tuor, @gondolin:fountain, earendil, ecthelion, idril, salgant, tuor | ] |
| [ | Mood |
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*takes a walk with Eärendil down to the House of the Fountain to meet Ecthelion for lunch* *comes bearing sandwiches even if she didn't make them herself!*
*sits on the front steps and kicks off her shoes, watching smilingly as Eärendil splashes in the fountain*
*graciously turns down the Fountain staff's attempts to invite her inside (because if she doesn't go in, he'll have to come out, and it's just such a lovely day)* |
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[Jul. 28th, 2008|11:45 am] |
*gets the paperwork Turgon requested and heads to his office*
*is told by his P.A. that he is on the phone* *takes a seat and begins flipping through the papers to find out what he's getting when Turgon kicks the bucket pass the time*
To Ecthelion, Lord of the House of the Fountain, I give, devise, and bequeth the property and land herein referred to as "GONDOLIN" and bestow upon him the title "KING OF GONDOLIN". It is my express wish that the city be maintained in the same manner in which it was developed.
I appoint Ecthelion as executor of this will, and as trustee of the disbursement of the remainder of my estate as instructed within this document. Each person listed below is to receive a yearly stipend for their care and support to equal no less than the amounts listed...
*doesn't actually get any father because of a bright red light flashing across his eyes* *clutches the papers tightly in his fist as he waits to be let in* |
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[Jul. 13th, 2008|07:49 pm] |
*arrives in Ondolindë after a refreshing and quite pleasant visit with Erendis at the seaside*
*checks into the penthouse of her very own hotel, making sure to note every teensy-tiny detail in the process*
*considers taking a stroll around the city, or indeed doing what she came here to do in the first place, but instead finds herself in the hotel café, paging through a magazine and sipping a cup of tea*
*feels a tiny thrill of satisfaction at all of this, truth told* |
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