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*has been feeling more than a little distracted as of late, so it's probably a good thing that he's had a co-pilot for the last few days* *no, it's not Uolë*

*takes a full-fledged and well-deserved break from his scholarly/career-related pursuits to explore an entirely different field (Anatomy) including field research in such fleshpots fertile locations as the casino and the pub (especially the pub) with a high degree of concentration on the various aspects of Snoggling (yes, that's the technical term) in relation to the measurement of the quantity of Amusing Anecdotes ('Chatting up') required to achieve the expected level ('Second Base')*



*all in the name of Science, of course* :D

*goes out for a jog and ends up in front of the pub, feeling pretty hot and thirsty* *blinks as it occurs to him that he's old enough to get served beer* :D

*heads inside, wondering if maybe Ingil might be around (knows she tends to hang out here at this time of day) (yes, she-it's been that long since he's seen her/him)*

*sits at the bar and pulls off his shirt, because man it's hot in here* *wonders why everyone's staring at him a little transfixed but kind of enjoys it*





((Sean Faris, because I came to realize that I couldn't look at Tom Welling without experiencing the Smallville ICK!factor))

*has had a busy couple of days, putting the new addition on the house*

*did have to take a break and batten down the hatches during the storm, but is full-speed ahead once more now that the sky's cleared up*

*despite the back-breaking amount of work involved, really does enjoy building projects like this* :)

*if nothing else, it's a good excuse to get various friends and relatives over*

*is in the library (as usual) studying too long and consequently falls asleep over his books*

*descends into murky dreams of a smothering, torturous force and stirs restlessly and moans in empathy*

*starts awake suddenly and leaps to his feet, gasping for air and flailing at imaginary choking hands, ripping--tearing--shredding--

--shredding--*

*looks down at his own clothing in his hands and blinks* *his three sizes too small, tight, restrictive clothing*

. . .

*laughs a little nervously at the small crowd of people staring at him open-mouthed and quickly wraps himself up in a nearby convenient window drapery* >.>

*sends out a telepathic message* Uhm, Bëor? Could you bring me some clothes? :s

*wakes up*

...

Whoa.

*pads over to her closet and pulls on the oversized robe Bëor got her after Lúsion's surprise overnight growth spurt*

*heads out to the breakfast table* Uncle Bëor? Not to conform to a stereotype or anything, but can we go shopping after breakfast?

*gazes down from the high window of the old barn, careful to stay far enough back so as to remain unseen*

*forgets momentarily about the eggs and the dish of oats he's brought up to the hayloft, leaving them untouched while he watches the two people arguing on the front steps of the nearby house*

*thinks there's been enough Serious Music, Bad Music, and Just Plain Silly Music*

*decides the party needs to start swinging and gets a few Telerin horn players up on the stage*

*hasn't made much more headway in the memory department*

*has been busily exploring the exciting world of watercolors, however* :)

*springs an Idea one day and retreats to her painting corner with one of Lúsion's more colorful astronomical books*

*spends a full week churning out her Sekrit Project*

*finally finishes and goes looking for her teenaged housemate*

Lúsion? Are you busy?

*heads over to the library after the Ring of Doom™ meeting has ended*

*is troubled as he walks, knowing that particular piece of information is very likely to be disturbing to Arien*

*in his preoccupation, finds himself just staring blankly at the very-devoid-of-books astronomy section* :?

*wakes up to see the early morning sun peeking through the curtains*

*pulls herself out of her nice warm bed, yawning and still half-asleep*

*pads out into the kitchen, lured by the smell of breakfast cooking*

*rubs at her eyes, not really looking where she’s going* Mornin’. Where’s mama?

*brings home a huge stack of astronomy books from the library and sprawls out on the living room rug with them, reading and taking notes*

*wakes up in his bed at Bëor's house feeling a little weird*

*sits up, trying to wake up a little more, randomly scratching while looking down at his legs and feet*

*his quite a bit bigger legs and feet* o.o

*leaps up and looks in the mirror, gawping*

*eventually pulls on his three sizes too small bathrobe and goes to find Bëor*


*wonders if there was something in the water at Lórien* :S


[EDIT] *borrows a horse from Bëor and rides back to Lórien*

*having taken a brief break from Ingil-watching, returns to his bower to find it rather crowded*

*stands in the doorway with his arms folded and his brow furrowed*

*is settling down to read the paper when a headline catches his eye: HEIR TO VANYARIN THRONE STABBED UNDER MYSTERIOUS CIRCUMSTANCES*

*reads on a bit, registering the name "Ingil"*

*frowns*

*calls out* Lúsion, lad? Come here a moment, would you?