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*stares at the lonely walls*

*stares at the lonely ceiling*

*considers buying a dog* *a bassett hound with big sad droopy eyes* *if only they didn't drool so much*


. . .


*nails a sign to the white picket fence in front of the House of the Golden Flower v.2.0*






*wonders if he should include free massages*

*picks up several brochures from the Tirion Chamber of Commerce and does a little walking tour around town, checking out the tourist attractions*

*follows the complimentary map and stops at the Mindon first to pay homage to Galathilion (so excited, ome) and is puzzled to find it somewhat smaller? than expected*

*drops a coin into the subscription box (Save Our Natural Resources!) and sits down on the viewing bench to Reflect* *as instructed on page two in the pamphlet*

*reluctantly spends some time in Tirion's library (Third Age of Middle-earth->subsection->Gondor/War of the Ring) looking through book after book after book in an increasingly dazed manner*

[ ...Easterlings invade Gondor... the kingdom of Arnor breaks up into Arthedain, Cardolan and Rhudaur... Weathertop watchtower and fortifications are burned and destroyed... Castamir, Lord of Ships, usurps throne of Gondor... rebellion... Osgiliath was burned, and the great Dome of Stars was destroyed... Nazgûl return to Mordor and lay siege to Minas Ithil... The Witch-king challenges King Eärnur... is never seen again, thus ending the reign of the Gondorian Kings... Sauron returns to Middle-earth... Sméagol becomes the fourth bearer of the One Ring... Bilbo Baggins obtains the One Ring... Council of Elrond... Witch-king breaks the gate of Minas Tirith... Battle of the Pelennor Fields... Gollum seizes the One Ring and falls into the Cracks of Doom... Downfall of Barad-dûr...]

. . .

*replaces the volumes on their shelves and steps outside, barely registering the inclement weather, that classic 'now what?' expression on his face*

*paces around his office in a state of purposeless agitation, occasionally pausing to pick up some random object, contemplate it for a moment, then place it in a precise manner some other place in the room, completely preoccupied with the echoes in his head*

You are always so hard on him, Husband.

Because I have to be. He is my heir; he will be the next Lord of Andúnië. Look at the times! There is no place for this impulsive hot-headedness that rules his actions all too often.

It was his impulsiveness that drove him to steal the fruit. Do you regret that?

It was reckless. He almost died.

He was brave, I thought.



*stops pacing after a while and wipes his eyes*

*aloud* He was, yes.

*with no clear purpose, wanders slowly through Tirion as if in a daze; the shininess of the city only slightly dimmed by the dark blanket of night-time*

*casts his eyes left and right, absorbing his surroundings in only the most cursory of manners until his gaze rests on a sign*

LAST ALLIANCE SECURITY

*stares fixedly at it for a long moment before finally approaching and raising his hand to knock tentatively* Nothing

*knocks a little harder and waits* Still nothing

*tries the handle* Locked

. . .


*with a sudden feeling of irrational desperation, begins to pick the lock*



[EDIT] *storms back outside and walks quickly away from his father's office*

*finds himself in front of the library (when he's calm enough to actually notice) and sinks down onto a stone wall, waiting for morning to come*

*eventually eschews that notion in favor of the pub next door and the numbness a drink or six will bring*